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Name: Kevin Taylor

/NOTE: Update 1.20 added content to the Bimbo Sis Mode, but not to the main story. If you want to see new content, go to Settings and activate Bimbo Sister Mode. To learn how to trigger it, check the FAQ./
You are Kevin Taylor. Your office job is unspectacular and one of the main reasons for your general apathetic attitude. You get along well with your colleagues, but not so well that you'd go out for a drink together with any of them on a regular basis.

This apathy has also made you somewhat unattractive to the fairer sex. You're very difficult to get close to, and the women around you have noticed it quickly. At age 32 you still can't say that you've held a relationship for more than a couple of months.

Not really having anything to say about your job or your colleagues is pretty much what describes your usual day. You go to work, cross everything you need to do off a list and head home afterwards, too tired to do much of anything.

Fortunately, it's a "special weekend", which means it's not one of those days. You always look forward to these, because once or twice a month, you book a prostitute for yourself on these weekends. If your charming personality can't convince a woman to engage with you romantically, your moderate salary can.

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<strong>/NOTE: Update 1.20 added content to the Bimbo Sis Mode, but not to the main story. If you want to see new content, go to Settings and activate Bimbo Sister Mode. To learn how to trigger it, check the FAQ./</strong> You are @@.cyan;$firstname $lastname@@. Your office job is unspectacular and one of the main reasons for your general apathetic attitude. You get along well with your colleagues, but not so well that you'd go out for a drink together with any of them on a regular basis. This apathy has also made you somewhat unattractive to the fairer sex. You're very difficult to get close to, and the women around you have noticed it quickly. At age 32 you still can't say that you've held a relationship for more than a couple of months. Not really having anything to say about your job or your colleagues is pretty much what describes your usual day. You go to work, cross everything you need to do off a list and head home afterwards, too tired to do much of anything. Fortunately, it's a "special weekend", which means it's not one of those days. You always look forward to these, because once or twice a month, you book a prostitute for yourself on these weekends. If your charming personality can't convince a woman to engage with you romantically, your moderate salary can. [[Next|Anticipation]] [[Skip to Character Creation Part 1|Choice 1]]

@@.red;"I've got 2 options for you. [[Bimbo|The Choice is Made - Bimbo]]: I'll play your typical dumb bimbo, big tits, small brain. or [[Cumslut|The Choice is Made - Cumslut]]: I'll play a cum addict for you. This could be fun."@@

<big>Act I - Bonnie</big> @@.red;Bonnie@@. You've come to know her well, or at least as well as she allows you to. After a period where you had recruited the services of many different ladies, you've eventually become @@.red;Bonnie@@'s most reliable regular. Thus, you have gotten some preferred treatment over the years, and still do. By all logic, you should've already grown bored of her. Just another part of your routine. A testament to your dependence on repeating patterns, wherever you go. But it hasn't. Far from it. Every month you're excited for this very special time, weeks in advance. You may have done your best to keep people from knowing too much about you, but @@.red;Bonnie@@ knows exactly what you want in bed, if nothing else. One last time, [[you check your appearance in the large mirror of your hotel room.|Your Appearance]]

You are <<if $nameColour is 0>>@@.cyan;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;$firstname $lastname@@<<endif>>. You are <<if $transformationProgress is 0>>6 ft, 2 in<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>6 ft<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>5 ft, 11 in<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>5 ft, 10 in<<endif>> tall, and have <<nobr>> <<if $transformationProgress is 0>> short, straight,<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>chin length, straight<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>chin length, straight<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>shoulder length, straight<<endif>> $haircolour. You have <<if $transformationProgress is 0>> a masculine, yet not muscular, body<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>a slightly masculine body<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>a rather androgynous body<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>an adrogynous body<<endif>>, with <<if $chest gte 0, $chest lt 1>>a completely flat chest<<elseif $chest gte 1, $chest lt 2>>small chest bumps<<elseif $chest gte 2, $chest lt 3>>A cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 3, $chest lt 4>>AA cup breasts<<endif>>, <<if $transformationProgress is 0>> slightly calloused, large hands, marked by years of typing<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>large hands without any callouses <<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>quite large hands<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>slightly above average sized hands<<endif>> $fingernails and <<if $transformationProgress is 0>> quite large feet, slightly above average for a man<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>large feet for a man<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>somewhat large feet<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>about average feet for a man<<endif>>. $toenails<<endnobr>> <<if $naked is 0>>You are currently wearing $shirt, with $bra underneath. Below you've donned $bottomwear and $underwear underneath. Your <<nobr>> <<if $transformationProgress is 0>> 6 inch dick is clearly visible through your clothing<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>5.5 inch dick is visible through your clothing<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>5 inch dick is still visible through your clothing<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>4.5 inch dick is not as impressive through your clothing as you'd like it<<elseif $transformationProgress is 10>> 1 inch dick isn't visible through your clothes at all<<endif>>. <<endnobr>> Your feet are adorned by $shoes.<<elseif $naked is 1>>You are currently completely naked. Your <<nobr>> <<if $transformationProgress is 0>> 6 inch dick is hanging proudly<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>5.5 inch dick is hanging normally<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>5 inch dick is hanging in there<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>4.5 inch dick is not as impressive as you'd like it to be<<elseif $transformationProgress is 10>> 1 inch dick is barely visible at all, even without any clothing<<endif>>.<<endnobr>><<endif>> <<nobr>>Your <<if $transformationProgress is 0>> masculine, rather unattractive face<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>somewhat masculine face<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>rather masculine face<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>almost androgynous face <<endif>> has $makeup on it. Your eyes are $eyes and your lips are <<if $lips gte 0, $lips lt 1>> chapped and thin<<elseif $lips gte 1, $lips lt 2>>thin<<elseif $lips gte 2, $lips lt 3>>somewhat thin<<elseif $lips gte 3, $lips lt 4>>average<<endif>>.<<endnobr>> [[There's a knock on the door.|Bonnie Enters]]

<<nobr>>/* Names */ <<set $firstname = "Kevin">> <<set $lastname = "Taylor">> <<set $bimboName = 0>> <<set $cumslutName = 0>> <<set $bimbolastname = 0>> <<set $cumslutlastname = 0>> <<set $nameColour = 0>> /* Status */ <<set $date = "">> <<set $naked = 0>> <<set $hour = 0>> <<set $minute = 0>> <<set $timestart = 0>> /* Genitals */ <<set $penis = 1>> <<set $penis2 = 0>> <<set $penis3 = 0>> <<set $penis4 = 0>> <<set $penisdesc = ["6 inch dick is clearly visible through your clothing", "5.5 inch dick is visible through your clothing", "5 inch dick is still visible through your clothing", "4.5 inch dick is not as impressive through your clothing as you'd like it", "4 inch dick is not impressive at all", "3.5 inch dick is disappointing", "3 inch dick is saddening", "2.5 inch dick is terribly small", "2 inch dick is laughable", "1.5 inch dick looks ridiculous", "1 inch dick looks more like an oversized clitoris"]>> <<set $nakedpenisdesc = ["6 inch dick is hanging proudly", "5.5 inch dick is hanging normally", "5 inch dick is hanging in there", "4.5 inch dick is not as impressive as you'd like it to be", "4 inch dick is not impressive at all", "3.5 inch dick is disappointingly hanging there", "3 inch dick is saddening, not even hanging, but rather pointing forward, even without an erection", "2.5 inch dick is oddly poking forward", "2 inch dick is looking laughable", "1.5 inch dick looks ridiculous, pointing straight forward", "1 inch dick is barely visible at all, even without any clothing"]>> /* Transformation and Body Stats */ <<set $height = 0>> <<set $heightdesc = ["pretty big, at 6'2\"", "6'0\"", "average, at 5'11\"", "5'10\"", "5'9\"", "quite short, at 5'8\"", "5'7\"", "5'6\"", "big for a girl, at 5'5\"", "5'4\"", "5'3\"", "a short girl, at 5'2\"", "5'1\"", "5'0\"", "4'11\"", "an unbelievably petite, tiny girl at 4'10\""]>> <<set $transformationProgress = 0>> <<set $asianProgress = 0>> <<set $hairlengthdesc = ["short", "ear length", "earlobe length", "chin length", "shoulder length", "beyond shoulder length", "chest length", "belly button length", "hip length", "thigh length", "knee length"]>> <<set $haircolour = "dark brown hair">> <<set $bodydesc = ["a masculine, yet not muscular, body", "a slightly masculine body", "a rather androgynous body", "an androgynous body", "a slightly feminine body", "a conceivably feminine body, with noticeably unmanly hips", "a feminine body, with defined hips", "a feminine body, with defined hips and slim shoulders", "a sexy female body, with defined hips and slim shoulders", "a sexy female body, with wide @@.pink;child-bearing@@ hips and slim shoulders", "a cartoonishly sexy, feminine body, with wide @@.pink;child-bearing@@ hips, a tapered waist and delicate frame"]>> <<set $handsdesc = ["slightly calloused, large hands, marked by years of typing", "large hands without any callouses", "quite large hands", "slightly above average sized hands", "average sized hands", "slightly large hands for a girl", "average hands for a girl", "elegant hands for a girl", "attractive, slim hands", "dainty hands", "delicate hands"]>> <<set $feetdesc = ["quite large feet, slightly above average for a man", "large feet for a man", "somewhat large feet", "about average feet for a man", "average feet for a man", "somewhat large feet for a woman", "average feet for a woman", "elegant feet for a woman", "attractive feet for a woman", "dainty feet", "delicate feet that constantly push up on tiptoes"]>> <<set $facedesc = ["masculine, rather unattractive face", "somewhat masculine face", "rather masculine face", "almost androgynous face", "androgynous face", "'pretty boy' face", "girly face with androgynous features", "girly face", "feminine face", "face which exudes femininity", "face which every woman would be jealous of, with high cheek bones and a sharp, but slim jaw"]>> <<set $chest = 0>> <<set $chestround = 0>> <<set $chestdesc = ["a completely flat chest", "small chest bumps", "A cup breasts", "B cup breasts", "C cup breasts", "D cup breasts", "DD cup @@.pink;tits@@", "E cup @@.pink;tits@@", "F cup @@.pink;tits@@", "G cup @@.pink;tits@@", "H cup @@.pink;tits@@", "@@.pink;wonderful@@ I cup @@.pink;tits@@"]>> <<set $chestImplant = 0>> <<set $cupsize = ["a completely flat chest", "small chest bumps", "A cup", "B cup", "C cup", "D cup", "DD cup", "E cup", "F cup", "G cup", "H cup", "I cup"]>> <<set $lips = 0>> <<set $lipsround = 0>> <<set $lipsdesc = ["chapped and thin", "thin", "somewhat thin", "average", "quite plump already", "@@.azure;useable@@", "@@.azure;quite succulent@@", "@@.azure;begging for attention@@", "@@.azure;crying out to be used@@", "@@.azure;forming an inviting 'O'@@", "@@.azure;tempting dickpillows, unable to close completely@@"]>> <<set $lipImplant = 0>> <<set $ass = 0>> <<set $assround = 0>> <<set $assdesc = ["Your butt is flat and unimpressive even for a man.", "Your butt is nothing to write home about.", "Your butt is about average for a man.", "Your butt is rather unmanly.", "Your rear-end is starting to look slick and feminine.", "You've got a feminine butt.", "You've got an adorable, girly butt.", "You've got an attractive bubble butt.", "You've got an @@.gold;eye-catching@@ ass.", "You've got a @@.gold;massive@@, plump ass.", "You have a @@.gold;mindblowing@@, plump, round, gorgeous ass that @@.gold;begs for@@-- invites a dirty smack."]>> <<set $assImplant = 0>> <<set $eyes = "lazy and brown">> /* Clothes */ <<set $provocativeDress = 0>> <<set $provocativeShoes = 0>> <<set $shirt = "a fine, white shirt">> <<set $bra = "nothing">> <<set $bottomwear = "blue jeans">> <<set $underwear = "plain, white boxer shorts">> <<set $shoes = "black leather shoes">> /* Asian Whore (Week 3) Outfits */ <<set $pinkOutfit = 0>> <<set $latexOutfit = 0>> <<set $transparentOutfit = 0>> /* Plastic Fucktoy (Week 2) Outfits */ <<set $eveningclothes = 0>> <<set $latexclothes = 0>> <<set $hotclothes = 0>> /* Makeup */ <<set $fingernails = "">> <<set $toenails = "">> <<set $lipsColour = "">> <<set $makeupModifier = "">> <<set $makeup = "(obviously) no makeup">> /* Piercings */ <<set $tonguePiercing = 0>> <<set $nipplePiercing = 0>> <<set $navelPiercing = 0>> /* Stats & Chokers */ <<set $chokerHidden = 0>> /* Bimbo */ <<set $bimbo = 0>> <<set $bimbo1 = 0>> <<set $bimboFirst = 0>> <<set $bimboChoker = 0>> <<set $bimboChokerFinished = 0>> <<set $bimboStats = 0>> <<set $mentalStrain = 0>> <<set $brainDrain = 0>> /* Cumslut */ <<set $cumslut = 0>> <<set $cumslut1 = 0>> <<set $cumslutFirst = 0>> <<set $cumslutChoker = 0>> <<set $cumslutChokerFinished = 0>> <<set $cumslutStats = 0>> <<set $hunger = 0>> <<set $addiction = 0>> /* Asian Whore */ <<set $asianChoker = 0>> <<set $asianChokerFinished = 0>> <<set $asianStats = 0>> <<set $submissiveness = 0>> <<set $obedience = 0>> /* Fetish Slut */ <<set $fetishChoker = 0>> <<set $fetishChokerFinished = 0>> <<set $fetishStats = 0>> <<set $week4Stats = 0>> <<set $perversion = 0>> <<set $horniness = 0>> /* Fashion Queen */ <<set $fashionChoker = 0>> <<set $fashionChokerFinished = 0>> <<set $fashionStats = 0>> <<set $shopping = 0>> <<set $craving = 0>> /* Plastic Fucktoy */ <<set $fucktoyChoker = 0>> <<set $fucktoyChokerFinished = 0>> <<set $fucktoyStats = 0>> <<set $fakeness = 0>> <<set $emptiness = 0>> <<set $photos = 0>> <<set $photo1 = 0>> <<set $photo2 = 0>> <<set $photo3 = 0>> <<set $photo4 = 0>> <<set $photo5 = 0>> /* Tattoos */ <<set $tattoo = 0>> <<set $bimboTattoo = 0>> <<set $bimboTattooname = "">> <<set $cumslutTattoo = 0>> <<set $cumslutTattooname = "">> <<set $asianTattoo = 0>> <<set $asianTattooname = "">> <<set $gyaru = 0>> /* Sex Scenes */ /* Bimbo */ <<set $bimboSex1 = 0 >> <<set $bimboAllin1 = 0>> <<set $bimboSex2 = 0>> <<set $bimboAllin2 = 0>> <<set $bimboSex3 = 0>> <<set $bimboAllin3 = 0>> <<set $bimboSex4 = 0>> <<set $bimboAllin4 = 0>> <<set $bimboSex5 = 0>> <<set $bimboAllin5 = 0>> <<set $bimboSex6 = 0>> <<set $bimboAllin6 = 0>> /* Cumslut */ <<set $cumslutSex1 = 0>> <<set $cumslutAllin1 = 0>> <<set $cumslutSex2 = 0>> <<set $cumslutAllin2 = 0>> <<set $cumslutStriptease = 0>> <<set $cumslutSex3 = 0>> <<set $cumslutAllin3 = 0>> <<set $cumslutSex4 = 0>> <<set $cumslutAllin4 = 0>> <<set $cumslutSex5 = 0>> <<set $cumslutAllin5 = 0>> <<set $cumslutSex6 = 0>> <<set $cumslutAllin6 = 0>> /* Robert */ <<set $robertFirstname = "">> <<set $tookClothes = 0>> <<set $officeDayover = 0>> <<set $robertKnows = 0>> <<set $robertTruth = 0>> <<set $robertLie = 0>> <<set $robertNice = 0>> <<set $robertBlamed = 0>> <<set $robertBlackmailed = 0>> <<set $robertAlly = 0>> <<set $robertAlly1 = 0>> <<set $robertNeutral = 0>> <<set $robertNeutral1 = 0>> <<set $robertEnemy = 0>> <<set $robertEnemy1 = 0>> <<set $robertStranger = 0>> /* Lucas */ <<set $lucasFirstname = "">> <<set $lucasLastname = "">> <<set $bunnyLucas = 0>> <<set $bridgetLucas = 0>> <<set $boughtClothes = 0>> <<set $riddleSolved = 0>> <<set $lucasTrust = 0>> <<set $lucasDoubt = 0>> <<set $lucasAlly = 0>> <<set $lucasNeutral = 0>> <<set $lucasEnemy = 0>> <<set $lucaspenis3 = 0>> /* Astrid */ <<set $astrid = { name: "Astrid", points: 0, }>> /* Brandy */ <<set $brandy = { name: "Brandy", implants: 0, chest: 0, chestdesc: ["C cup breasts", "D cup boobs", "DD cup tits", "E cup tits", "F cup tits", "G cup tits", "H cup tits", "I cup tits"], cupsize: ["C cup", "D cup", "DD cup", "E cup", "F cup", "G cup", "H cup", "I cup"], devotion: 0, }>> <<set $brandytits = 0>> <<set $brandydevotion = 0>> /*Implants are 1 (moving up to 3 by increasing once a week) (Real Tits), 5 (Fake Tits) or 7 (Fakest Tits)*/ /* Jasmine */ /* Quizzes */ <<set $quizLost = 0>> <<set $quizLost2 = 0>> <<set $quizWon = 0>> <<set $quizWon2 = 0>> <<set $quiz2 = 0>> <<set $quiz3 = 0>> <<set $quizWon3 = 0>> <<set $quizLost3 = 0>> /* Sucking Cum & Eating Lollipops */ <<set $eatMonday = 0>> <<set $suckMonday = 0>> <<set $eatTuesday = 0>> <<set $suckTuesday = 0>> <<set $eatWednesday = 0>> <<set $suckWednesday = 0>> <<set $eatThursday = 0>> <<set $suckThursday = 0>> <<set $suckMonday2 = 0>> <<set $suckTuesday2 = 0>> <<set $suckWednesday2 = 0>> <<set $suckThursday2 = 0>> /* Pregnancy & Contraception */ <<set $contraception2 = 0>> <<set $contraception3 = 0>> <<set $contraception4 = 0>> <<set $creampies2 = 0>> <<set $creampies3 = 0>> <<set $creampies4 = 0>> <<set $pregnant = 0>> <<set $pregnant2 = 0>> <<set $pregnant3 = 0>> <<set $pregnant4 = 0>> /* Plastic Fucktoy (Week 2) Fetishes & Modifications */ <<set $plasticmakeup = 0>> <<set $plastictits = 0>> <<set $plasticass = 0>> <<set $plasticlips = 0>> <<set $plasticnails = 0>> <<set $plasticface = 0>> /* Asian Whore (Week 3) Clients */ <<set $pickedBob = 0>> <<set $pickedJonathan = 0>> <<set $pickedFrankie = 0>> <<set $pickedBryan = 0>> <<set $pickedJim = 0>> <<set $pickedTodd = 0>> <<set $pickedLex = 0>> <<set $pickedDominic = 0>> <<set $pickedTakahiro = 0>> <<set $pickedJav = 0>> <<set $pickedRegular = 0>> /* Asian Whore (Week 3) Fetishes & Modifications */ <<set $lactation = 0>> <<set $throatclit = 0>> <<set $asslube = 0>> <<set $condomallergy = 0>> <<set $condomJav = 0>> <<set $cosplaystages = 0>> <<set $superheroFetish = 0>> <<set $superheroClothing = 0>> <<set $thaiName = 0>> /* Asian Whore (Week 3) Payments */ <<set $payments = 0>> <<set $paidMonday = 0>> <<set $paidTuesday = 0>> <<set $paidWednesday = 0>> <<set $paidThursday = 0>> /* Fetish Slut (Week 4) Items */ <<set $neckclamp = 0>> <<set $righthandclamp = 0>> <<set $leftfootclamp = 0>> <<set $rightfootclamp = 0>> <<set $key1 = 0>> <<set $key2 = 0>> <<set $key3 = 0>> <<set $number1 = 0>> <<set $number2 = 0>> <<set $number3 = 0>> <<set $numbers = 0>> <<set $loads = 0>> <<set $lube = 0>> <<set $stockings = 0>> <<set $glasses = 0>> <<set $handcuffs = 0>> /* Fetish Slut (Week 4) Item Usage */ <<set $lubeused2 = 0>> <<set $lubeused31 = 0>> <<set $lubeused32 = 0>> <<set $lubeused4 = 0>> <<set $lubeused5 = 0>> <<set $lubeused6 = 0>> <<set $stockingsused3 = 0>> <<set $stockingsused4 = 0>> <<set $stockingsused5 = 0>> <<set $stockingsused6 = 0>> <<set $glassesused3 = 0>> <<set $glassesused4 = 0>> <<set $glassesused5 = 0>> <<set $glassesused6 = 0>> <<set $handcuffsused4 = 0>> <<set $handcuffsused5 = 0>> <<set $handcuffsused6 = 0>> /* Fetish Slut (Week 4) Fetishes */ <<set $tightclothes = 0>> <<set $hypnosis = 0>> /* Fetish Slut (Week 4) Actions */ <<set $pee = 0>> <<set $wrong = 0>> <<set $keypad = 0>> <<set $chokerremoved = 0>> <<set $string = 0>> /* Fetish Slut (Week 4) Maid Trial */ <<set $points = 0>> <<set $breakfast = 0>> <<set $newspaper = 0>> <<set $tv = 0>> <<set $tv3 = 0>> <<set $coffee = 0>> <<set $sex = 0>> <<set $blowjob = 0>> /* Endings */ <<set $robertChoker = 0>> <<set $transformfacility = 0>> <<set $seizefacility = 0>> <<set $destroyfacility = 0>> <<set $free = 0>> <<set $enslave = 0>> <<set $protect = 0>> <<set $kill = 0>> <<set $victory = 0>> <<set $escape = 0>> <<set $defeat = 0>> /* Misc */ <<set $visitedParlour = 0>> <<set $visitedParlour2 = 0>> <<set $brothel = 0>> <<set $geisha = 0>> <</nobr>>

Author: bamboozlr

Name: <<if $nameColour is 0>>@@.cyan;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 4>>@@.fetish;$firstname $lastname@@<<endif>> <strong>$date</strong> <<if $timestart is 1>> <strong>Time</strong>: <<if $hour lte 9>>0<<endif>>$hour:<<if $minute lte 9>>0<<endif>>$minute<<endif>> <<if $bimboStats is 1 and $cumslutStats is 0>>\ @@.pink;Brain Drain@@: $brainDrain / 5 @@.pink;Mental Strain@@: $mentalStrain / 5\ \ <<elseif $bimboStats is 2 and $cumslutStats is 0>>\ @@.pink;Brain Drain@@: $brainDrain / 5\ \ <<elseif $bimboStats is 2 and $cumslutStats is 1>>\ @@.pink;Brain Drain@@: $brainDrain / 5 @@.azure;Addiction@@: $addiction / 5 @@.azure;Hunger@@: $hunger / 5\ \ <<elseif $cumslutStats is 1 and $bimboStats is 0>>\ @@.azure;Addiction@@: $addiction / 5 @@.azure;Hunger@@: $hunger / 5\ \ <<elseif $cumslutStats is 2 and $bimboStats is 0>>\ @@.azure;Addiction@@: $addiction / 5\ \ <<elseif $cumslutStats is 2 and $bimboStats is 1>>\ @@.azure;Addiction@@: $addiction / 5 @@.pink;Brain Drain@@: $brainDrain / 5 @@.pink;Mental Strain@@: $mentalStrain / 5\ \ <<elseif $cumslutStats is 2 and $bimboStats is 2 and $asianStats is 0>>\ @@.azure;Addiction@@: $addiction / 5 @@.pink;Brain Drain@@: $brainDrain / 5\ \ <<elseif $asianStats is 1>>\ @@.azure;Addiction@@: $addiction / 5 @@.pink;Brain Drain@@: $brainDrain / 5 @@.gold;Obedience@@: $obedience / 5 @@.gold;Submissiveness@@: $submissiveness / 5\ \ <<elseif $week4Stats is 1>>\ @@.azure;Addiction@@: $addiction / 5 @@.pink;Brain Drain@@: $brainDrain / 5 @@.gold;Obedience@@: $obedience / 5 @@.fetish;Horniness@@: $horniness / 5\ \ <<elseif $fetishStats is 1>>\ @@.azure;Addiction@@: $addiction / 5 @@.pink;Brain Drain@@: $brainDrain / 5 @@.gold;Obedience@@: $obedience / 5 @@.fetish;Perversion@@: $perversion / 5 @@.fetish;Horniness@@: $horniness / 5\ \ <<elseif $fashionStats is 1>>\ @@.pink;Brain Drain@@: $brainDrain / 5 @@.pink;Shopping Addiction@@: $shopping / 5 @@.pink;Craving@@: $craving / 5\ \ <<elseif $fucktoyStats is 1>>\ @@.pink;Brain Drain@@: $brainDrain / 5 @@.pink;Fakeness@@: $fakeness / 5 @@.pink;Emptiness@@: $emptiness / 5\ \ <<endif>> <<if $cashStat is 1>>\ Cash: $$$cash <<endif>> <<if $tattoo is 1>>\ Honorary Titles: <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>$bimboTattooname <<endif>><<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>$cumslutTattooname <<endif>><<if $asianTattoo is 1>>$asianTattooname <<endif>> <<endif>>\

You open the door, and there she stands before you. A petite, but confident Thai woman of about your age. Her magnificent C-cup breasts are emphasised by the stunning red dress she's wearing. Her beautiful near-black eyes are looking at you through her shiny dark hair that's partly covering her face. @@.red;"May I let myself in?"@@, she asks you with a smirk on her face. You smile back and step to the side, letting her in with an exaggerated gesture, causing @@.red;Bonnie@@ to emit a short, but audible laugh. As she passes you under the clacking of her heels on the wooden floor, you take the opportunity to admire the view. At 5 feet 2 inches (without her heels) she stands smaller than most women, but her legs are a sight to behold regardless. However, you also see what you've seen on yourself. You're starting to get into the age where your body changes a bit for the worse. You've felt increasingly tired, not just by work, but by everything. The first hints of wrinkles show themselves on your face, similar to what you've seen on @@.red;Bonnie@@'s the last few visits. You chastise yourself for that thought and snap yourself out of it. There's a gorgeous woman in the room with you, it's time to stop worrying already, that's what this weekend should be about. @@.cyan;"How have you been holding up?"@@, you [[ask|Bonnie Talk]] her.

You are <<if $nameColour is 0>>@@.cyan;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;$firstname $lastname@@<<endif>>. \ \ You are $heightdesc[$height] tall, \ \ and have $hairlengthdesc[$transformationProgress] $haircolour. <<if $asianProgress is 1>>You've gotten a slight tan somewhere.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your skin has taken on a tan.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your skin is healthily tanned.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your skin is alluringly tan.<<elseif $asianProgress gte 5>>Your skin is @@.gold;exotically@@ tan, making your complexion look<<if $thaiName is 1>> South<<endif>> East Asian.<<endif>> <<if $gyaru is 1>>At least that was before your gyaru transformation. Now your skin is <em>thoroughly</em> tanned, and in a noticeably fake tone. It almost gleams, and there is no doubt about the conclusions people are drawing from it as soon as they lay eyes on you. @@.gold;Just the way you like it.@@<<endif>> You have $bodydesc[$transformationProgress], \ \ and <<print $chestdesc[Math.trunc($chest)]>><<if $chestImplant is 1>>, brought close to perfection by the special, @@.pink;splendid@@ silicone implants. They make your tits feel less squishy in some areas, defy gravity with their posture, and increase your sensitivity greatly, somehow<<endif>>. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>In addition, two metal studs adorn your nipples, further increasing your sensitivity, and ensuring to have heads turned your way. @@.pink;Good...@@<<endif>> \ \ <<print $assdesc[Math.trunc($ass)]>> <<if $assImplant is 1>>Your cheeks have been enhanced by the wondrous implants the corporation sponsored. Cellulite will never be an issue for you, and your buns are two geometrically perfect globes; so perfect that they just have to be fake.<<endif>> <<if $navelPiercing is 1>>Your belly button is adorned by a gorgeous purple gem in a silver setting, pierced and locked in place inside your "innie" navel.<<endif>> You have $handsdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $fingernails isnot "">> $fingernails<<endif>> and \ \ $feetdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $toenails isnot "">> $toenails<<endif>>. <<if $naked is 0>>You are currently wearing $shirt, with $bra underneath. Below you've donned $bottomwear and $underwear underneath. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$penisdesc[$transformationProgress]<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice, hidden behind your underwear<<endif>>. Your feet are adorned by $shoes. \ \ <<elseif $naked is 1>>You are currently completely naked. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$nakedpenisdesc[$transformationProgress].<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice.<<endif>><<endif>> Your $facedesc[$transformationProgress] has $makeupModifier $makeup on it.<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> Don't be deceived though; there are no cosmetics on your face. It's all due to the wonders of @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s "adaptive cosmetics" that your face looks like it does. You'll have beautiful-looking pseudo-makeup on you for the rest of your life. @@.pink;How useful!@@<<endif>><<if $plasticface is 1>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you decided to let @@.astrid;Astrid@@ modify your face even further into femininity. Not only do you look like a woman, you wear a perpetual look of seduction, with arched eyebrows, pouty lips, and a supermodel jawline. Fucking. Worth. It.\ <<elseif $plasticface is 2>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you @@.pink;begged@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ to intensely alter your face. You look like sex incarnate. Your eye lids seem to rest most comfortable when half-closed, your lips naturally pout without looking fake<<if $plasticlips is 1>>, though your later decision to pump them full of collagen remedied that problem<<endif>>, and the corners of your mouth inch up almost imperceptibly in a mysterious, inviting smile. You aren't just a woman. You are <em>the</em> woman.<<endif>> \ \ Your eyes are $eyes<<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1 or $glassesused5 is 1 or $glassesused6 is 1>>, though currently hidden behind trashy, huge sunglasses<<endif>> and your lips are <<print $lipsdesc[Math.trunc($lips)]>>. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You have @@.azure;juiced up@@ your lips permanently, begging the world to use them.<<endif>> <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>If you stick out your tongue, you can see a round, heavy, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ stud embedded in the middle of it.<<endif>> <<if $asianProgress is 1>>Your eyes seem to have slimmed down a little.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your eyes have definitely slanted a bit.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your eyes have slowly taken on an almond shape, looking like they'd fit on an Asian girl already.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your eyes are unmistakably Asian now, almond-shaped @@.gold;and alluring@@.<<elseif $asianProgress is 5>>Your eyes have completely taken on a form that would only be seen on an Asian @@.gold;street walker@@, almond-shaped, tempting, @@.gold;and hot as fuck@@.<<endif>> <<if $bimboChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;BIMBO@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $cumslutChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $asianChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as an @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@.<<endif>><<if $asianChoker is 2>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, but you haven't had a chance to read it yet.<<endif>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.fetish;FETISH SLUT@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fashionChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;FASHION QUEEN@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fucktoyChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;PLASTIC FUCKTOY@@.<<endif>> <<back>>

@@.red;"Oh, you know how it goes"@@, she says, wistfully. @@.red;"None of my regulars call. I only see them once a month, I'm starting to feel lonely."@@ Another smirk passes her face. This again. She likes to open with a little poke at you. You close the door and walk after her into the room, where she's sitting on the edge of the bed. @@.cyan;"I know, I know. I've told you how it is at work. I wouldn't get promoted even if I banged my boss."@@ @@.red;"True, his wife might object to that."@@ The two of you share another laugh as you fetch a bottle of cheap wine and two glasses, just to get the mood going. You sit down next to her and slowly the conversation takes off, so you start talking about this and that. Both of you have heard each other's stories a thousand times already, it ends up being mostly about work, as usual. After a short moment of silence, @@.red;Bonnie@@ starts: @@.red;"Well, how about we stop talking about business and proceed to [[make it happen?|making it happen]]"@@

You are only too happy to hear that. @@.red;Bonnie@@ might be kind enough to not charge you for the social aspect anymore, but you know she still doesn't have all the time in the world. Interrupting your thoughts, @@.red;Bonnie@@ rushes in to give you a deep kiss, which you immediately return. You cherish being close to such a beautiful woman, and you slowly start advancing further. Reaching up to her breasts with one hand, eliciting a small gasp from her, you start lowering her gently on her back. You have it in your mind to skip undressing her entirely, so you shortly break up the kiss to remove your pants and want to go at it right away. @@.red;"Careful, stud"@@, another grin, @@.red;"I wouldn't want to ruin this dress, I have other clients to see afterwards, you know."@@ With that, she sits up and starts undoing your shirt button by button, locking her lips with yours again. Once she's finished, you proceed to get @@.red;Bonnie@@ out of her dress, revealing her gorgeous body in all its glory. Snapping yourself out of it before she gets another remark in, you pursue your original plan. @@.red;Bonnie@@ is already lying on her back, beckoning you over while biting her lower lip. [[You don't need to be asked twice.|It's Happening]]

<<set $naked = 1>>\ You are on her as fast as you can think, and immediately realise why you always come back. She knows all the spots, everything that makes you go off. She squeezes, pulls, sometimes even playfully bites, all the right spots and you certainly feel you've got your money's worth, and then some. Finally, you're both disentangling and lying there on your backs, breathing heavily. Special weekends are over way too quickly. After a minute of regaining her breath, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up. @@.red;"This was fun, as always. Was my performance satisfactory?"@@ she asks in a teasing voice. @@.cyan;"Much more than that. If your clients weren't so stingy, you'd be up for a raise"@@, you joke. Smiling dismissively, she goes on: @@.red;"Seriously though, were you happy? I mean, I won't complain, but you've been my client for years and you always want rather conventional uninventive stuff. Even most married couples experience some lackluster sex after a couple years and try to change things up, yet here you are, the unmarried fool who's paying for missionary with some teasing."@@ She laughs, a little awkwardly. @@.cyan;"Well"@@, [[you say.|Afterglow]]

@@.cyan;"I guess I just like reliability..."@@, you ponder. @@.cyan;"I've never really thought about changing things up because I've always felt great after we'd met. I didn't really consider the option of changing our monthly routine."@@ You see her look away, a weird pang of what you think is disappointment settling on her face. Calling her visits a routine might not have been the best of compliments. @@.cyan;"However, now that you bring it up... did you have something in mind?"@@, you ask cautiously, your hesitance obvious. Either not picking up on it or choosing to ignore it, @@.red;Bonnie@@ perks up at hearing you say that. @@.red;"My friend showed me a few toys and accessories we could use to make things more interesting. For both of us!"@@, she eagerly replies. @@.red;"You don't have to, of course, you can still [[back out of it|You Fucking Idiot]] if you want to."@@ You ponder this for a moment, after which @@.red;Bonnie@@ continues: @@.red;"If you don't I've got 2 options for you. [[Bimbo|The Choice is Made - Bimbo]]: I'll play your typical dumb bimbo, big tits, small brain. or [[Cumslut|The Choice is Made - Cumslut]]: I'll play a cum addict for you. This could be fun."@@

Proud of yourself? Yeah yeah, you escaped a "horrible" fate because you're either boring or a time traveller, what an achievement. Congratulations to a continuation of your old boring life that will result in an old boring death with nothing exciting happening in between. I'll give you this last chance to get back in there and make that poor woman happy, as well as yourself, you know you want to. <<back>> I know some people need scores to evaluate how well they did. If there was a score, it would probably be measured like temperature, just so we can have an absolute zero, only to accurately represent how <strong>bad</strong> you are. That sum it up for you?

<<set $bimbo = 1>>\ <<set $bimbo1 = 1>>\ <<set $cumslut = 0>>\ <<set $cumslut1 = 0>>\ @@.red;"The dumb ones, huh? Not what I would have thought you liked, but I'll play along, of course."@@ She looks happy that you chose one of the two options after all. @@.red;"I'm afraid that means our time is over though, the night always passes so quickly, doesn't it?"@@, she asks rhetorically, to which you slightly nod in agreement. @@.cyan;"The money's on the table, of course, as usual."@@ @@.red;"That's why you're my favourite!"@@, she exclaims, and you both chuckle. @@.red;Bonnie@@ gives you a kiss on the cheek and tells you: @@.red;"I'm looking forward to our next time together already. What does that say about me, huh? Don't even think about not having to pay though, I might even charge you extra!"@@ On her way out, she picks up the money and looks back at you one last time, waving, and closing the door behind her. You're still unsure what to think... This is a good thing, right? You can't help but feel nervous, yet also mirroring @@.red;Bonnie@@'s excitement. This talk about her roleplaying a big-titted dumb girl got you a little more worked up than you want to admit. No matter how this endeavour will turn out, it's getting late and the next visit by your favourite sex worker is still far into the future. [[You go to bed, exhausted.|Sleep]] [[Skip to Character Creation Part 2|Choice 2 - Bimbo]]

<<set $bimbo = 0>>\ <<set $bimbo1 = 0>>\ <<set $cumslut = 1>>\ <<set $cumslut1 = 1>>\ @@.red;"Going for the rough stuff, are we? I didn't take you for somebody so depraved, oh my!"@@ She laughs. You blush a little and avoid her gaze. @@.red;"Hey, no need to be shy, I won't tell anyone I promise."@@ Besides still finding your choice amusing, she also seems very happy that you have taken her up on her offer. @@.red;"I'm afraid that means our time is over though, the night always passes so quickly, doesn't it?"@@, she asks rhetorically, to which you slightly nod in agreement. @@.cyan;"The money's on the table, of course, as usual."@@ @@.red;"That's why you're my favourite!"@@, she exclaims, and you both chuckle. @@.red;Bonnie@@ gives you a kiss on the cheek and tells you: @@.red;"I'm looking forward to our next time together already. What does that say about me, huh? Don't even think about not having to pay though, I might even charge you extra!"@@ On her way out, she picks up the money and looks back at you one last time, waving, and closing the door behind her. You're still unsure what to think... This is a good thing, right? You can't help but feel nervous, yet also mirroring @@.red;Bonnie@@'s excitement. This talk about her roleplaying a girl that's completely addicted to cum got you a little more worked up than you want to admit. No matter how this endeavour will turn out, it's getting late and the next visit by your favourite sex worker is still far into the future. [[You go to bed, exhausted.|Sleep]] [[Skip to Character Creation Part 2|Choice 2 - Cumslut]]

Your dreams, much like your whole life, are rather empty and don't say much. How depressing for a dream segment. [[Fortunately, you wake up soon enough.|The Routine Continues]]

Guest Writers for Week 3, in chronological order: (The links lead to their TFGS profiles) [[CobaltCore|http://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=42019]] - Bob, Tit Lover [[JoeForest|http://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=15772]] - Jim, Creampie Lover [[lorigor|http://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=10507]] - Frankie, Ass Lover Extraordinary help: [[greyelf|http://tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=26289]] - Twine intricacies/code and general forum banter <3 [[tooqoo|http://tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=170]] - Long-time supporter and @@.robert;Robert@@'s wife ;) [[karactr|http://tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=49368]] - Long-time supporter, first @@.pink;bimbo@@ assistant to author [[subli|http://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=13025]] - IDEAS! and constant feedback, Head Maid~ [[Laristopa|http://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=5239]] - Thread cheerleader [[troqu|http://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=5220]] - Constant feedback, de-bimbofying the author (@@.pink;how lame!@@) [[O1010000|http://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=27644]] - IDEAS! [[blitheringidiocy|http://www.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=14908]] - Bug reporting They didn't ask to be named and didn't receive anything for contributing; they did so only to support Choker Change, so I think an honorary mention is the least I can do for their kind support. Many thanks to all of you! If your name deserves to be on this list, but isn't, shout at me! Please! I love it! <em>Harder!</em> <hr> The only pictures used are for two dresses and two shoes. Whether there will be more, I don't know, I originally didn't plan to have any at all. The models are Kurea Hasumi (pink clubbing dress, from WANZ-250) and Anri Okita (risky black evening dress, from a photoshoot). Both are quite well-known JAV actresses, which I'm fully aware of, but if you want to make fun of my plebeian tastes, you're invited! <hr> By now, the above is not correct anymore. There are a couple more pictures around. I don't have a source for all of them, but here we go: Transparent Dress: Sophie Dalzell Nurse Cosplay: ABP-453 - Azusa Arai (didn't actually watch this film, and fuck Prestige anyway) Psylocke Cosplay: Yaya Han - [[http://yayahan.com]] Superhero Costume: WANZ-290 - Tsubomi The others I usually snatched from Google Images, /hc/ or they're unnamed models somewhere. On the off-chance anybody owns those images or appears in them, please contact me so I can replace them or give a proper source! <hr> Here is where I needlessly tell you that you shouldn't want the things in this story to happen to you or anybody else in real life, as well as requiring you to be 18 or older if you want to look at text on a computer screen. I do not condone or support blablabla, you know the deal, this is fucked up shit, don't fuck shit up in real life, please. If you absolutely have to, leave me out of it. One thing I will make a serious note of is that some of the, let's call it "terminology" here will be found or is supposed to be racist or sexist in nature, which is not an indication of any political affiliation or disposition of mine at all. These are fantasies, and in those fantasies, it can be hot for some to play out racist or sexist scenarios. That's their sole purpose, and the purpose of most things in this interactive story, to give you a tingle where it most counts. I hope everybody's clear on that. The other part about this that I actually do find valuable is paying tribute to "those who came before me". Namely my inspiration, if you can call it that. Well, curiosity is high up the list. I wanted to see what Twine was about. I have no programming experience whatsoever, and I'm getting along okay. I have planned very little of the story and I predict that will ultimately be my downfall, I think I've planned a little too big to stay on top of things. Regardless, I'll see how far I can take this. I won't promise it will ever be finished, should I decide to release it before it's done. If I should bring forth any particular people, then the name most appropriate to mention here would most certainly be JoeForest. His games are good, and he's the only person I support on Patreon because he seems reasonable, which indeed is a rarity on that website. I enjoyed The Collar greatly, The Broken Sensor for as long as the game was (got some good times out of it, even for a short game) and look forward to what will become of S.L.U.T. Academy. At the time of writing this, version 0.2a has just been released. By the time I make my work here public, S.L.U.T. Academy probably has its PS4 release about ready, but I wanted to mention it and its author regardless and thank him for his work. One of the few preferences of mine that Joe doesn't (at least not yet, who knows!) cater to is slow transformation (of the body). Besides, I think the similarities between this first experiment and his first game are quite obvious (good friend puts magical/technological item around your neck to transform you mentally and physically), I hope he doesn't mind. If you read this and do mind, write me, you've got my e-mail address. It's probably a rather ambitious undertaking of mine, but oh well, trainwrecks are interesting in their own right, it's a win-win. --(minor) SPOILERS INCOMING-- (I guess?) Something I want to note is that you might come across dark blue font colour quite frequently. Before anybody gets confused, this doesn't (necessarily) mean I fucked up and mixed in multiple characters' colours, it means this character is most likely of minor importance, and won't return in the story. Sadly, I can't have an easily distinguishable colour for everybody who opens his/her mouth, so dark blue takes care of that. Inspiration for the theme was a picture (or multiple pictures) from somebody named [[avaro56 on DeviantArt|http://avaro56.deviantart.com/art/Bimbo-369024219]] (external link!). Just to give you an idea of what the chokers are supposed to be like, or at least where that initial thought came from. Obviously the "BIMBO" necklace there isn't really a choker, so my idea for it varies a little, but that's the gist of it. Maybe [[this|http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RqeYDX4yMoc/VG5S204YNTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3PavjEMnKGI/s1600/amanda67%2B(1).png]] gives an idea of what the choker should look like, but with letters over the throat. Again, external link (!), again, art by avaro56. I know what some people think about 3D modelling, but that's not what this is about and I doubt that I'll include many pictures in my game, this is just for reference and those of little imaginative capacity (like me!). Oh and also, I won't make a Patreon or ask for donations, if that wasn't clear yet. Lastly, if you want to steal this and market it as your own, feel free to. If you can salvage some of the mess that is the code (loooooooooool) of this game and want to use it for your own project, feel free to. If you blatantly want to erase my nickname behind the "Author:" row, write your own name in there, and then host it somewhere else, feel free to. If you want to simply upload the file to another filehost, because the ones I provide limit others, feel free to. You don't have to ask for permission if you want to use anything from this interactive story. You can edit it, you can copy it, the only thing I would ask you to do is not to make money off it, although I doubt there's a big enough fool on earth to pay for <em>this</em>. So yeah, whatever your idea is that you want my blessing for, just go right ahead. If you need me to do something, I'll probably do it if it isn't time intensive (I can manage to sacrifice 30 seconds to update a download link for example). <<back>>

<<set $naked = 0>>\ The special weekend over, the routine has gotten hold of your life again. Work, sleep, work, sleep, work. Other than some project that your boss, @@.robert;Robert@@, was talking about, the days become weeks until it's finally around the time that @@.red;Bonnie@@ wanted to get in touch again. Indeed, your phone rings and caller ID tells you it's her. [[You pick up the phone.|Fate Calling]]

@@.red;"If it isn't my favourite client!"@@, chimes the phone. @@.cyan;"If it isn't my favourite friend with benefits!"@@, you counter. @@.red;"Do you pay all your friends for spending time with you?"@@ @@.cyan;"Only the ones that are good in the sack. May I assume this isn't a random social call?"@@, you finish your teasing to actually get to the point now. @@.red;"Indeed you may. <<nobr>><<if $bimbo is 1>> So... are you excited yet?" <<elseif $cumslut is 1>> So... are you scared yet?"<<endif>><<endnobr>>@@ @@.cyan;"Well..."@@, [[you stall a little.|Reaction Time]]

@@.cyan;"I- uh... I'm good with it. Looking forward to it. Yeah, absolutely, it'll be good for me, I'm sure"@@, you stammer into the phone. Clearly laughing, you hear her respond: @@.red;"Of course you are! I could probably hear your hyperventilating even without the phone, all the way across the city. No worries, it's just you and me, we'll have great fun. I already have everything prepared."@@ At that, you hear her rustling something, metallic clicking of some sort? @@.red;"It'll be totally safe, you know that much. The worst that can happen is that you find it's out of your comfort zone and we go back to what you liked best, right?"@@ Actually, that <em>is</em> right. What's the worst that could happen? @@.cyan;"You know what, that's true. I'll try to get into it some more. So, we're gonna meet up next weekend, same hotel?"@@ @@.red;"Sounds good to me, we'll talk again once you know what room they're putting you in."@@ You thank her for her patience, say goodbye and hang up. @@.cyan;"So we're really going to go through with this"@@, [[you think to yourself.|Going through with this]]

And after a few more days of work, it seems like you are indeed going through with this. The day has come, you talked to @@.red;Bonnie@@ about your room and now, once more you check your appearance in the mirror and prepare yourself for what's awaiting you. Looking good. It's about time now. <<nobr>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>[[And there's the familiar knock on the door.|First Encounter - Bimbo]] <<elseif $cumslut is 1>>[[And there's the familiar knock on the door.|First Encounter - Cumslut]] <<endif>> <<endnobr>>

You open the door trying to be as relaxed as possible. Tonight might get weird though. @@.red;"Hiiiiiiiiiiiii!!"@@, an eardrum-piercing screech greets you. @@.cyan;"B-Bonnie?"@@, you ask, uncertain. @@.red;"Yepyep, it's me!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ chirps, moving past you into the hotel room. You are a little taken aback. This isn't the @@.red;Bonnie@@ you know. She went to quite extraordinary lengths to make this fantasy happen, it looks like. Her hair is the first thing to catch your eye. She seems to have dyed it blonde, but it's not done too well; a lot of her dark hair is still shining through. You haven't known her to be such an enthusiast of the colour @@.bunny;pink@@ either, her entire outfit seems to have taken a rather bright and flashy turn, right down to her @@.bunny;hot pink@@ 4 inch heels. As she sits down on the bed, well, sitting down isn't really the word, she lets herself fall over backwards and then sits up, a little like a child, you notice a piece of jewelry you hadn't seen on her before. Adorning her neck, you see a choker made of lots of little strands of rhinestones. In the middle they are arranged so that they spell out "BIMBO" in large, capitalised, sparkling letters, right over @@.red;Bonnie@@'s throat. Those little stones and their settings must have been what you heard rustling over the phone. In typical fashion you're knocked out of your own little world by the voice of @@.red;Bonnie@@, announcing: @@.red;"Look what I brought you!"@@ She opens her, bright pink, purse to reveal a small assortment of accessories and toys, which, despite their rather tame nature, still surprise you. Handcuffs, dildos, some rope... you're glad she kept it down to a minimum. @@.red;"Are you done looking? Use these things on me already, I'm horrrrrnyyyyyyy!"@@, she complains, at first sounding like a cranky child, her voice then drifting into a deep, guttural tone. Quickly, you comply: @@.cyan;"Yeah, sure, [[let's start.|First Sex - Bimbo]]"@@

You open the door trying to be as relaxed as possible. Tonight might get out of control though. @@.red;"Hey there,"@@, a seductive voice greets you. @@.cyan;"B-Bonnie?"@@, you ask, uncertain. @@.red;"Speaking"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ retorts, moving past you, hips swaying, rolling slowly, into the hotel room. You are a little taken aback. This isn't the @@.red;Bonnie@@ you know. She went to quite extraordinary lengths to make this fantasy happen, it looks like. Her looks aren't what surprises you first, it's her demeanour. She's never had to be seductive, @@.red;Bonnie@@ was the type who talked shop openly and in a straightforward manner. This is a side you hadn't seen on her. That being said, her outfit and makeup are quite a bit more daring than you're used to from her. While seeing her on the street would've raised some eyebrows even before, now there would be no question as to her profession. She looks like she wants it. As she sits down on the bed, you ask her if you should fetch some wine. @@.red;"Wine's not what I'm here for tonight, honey"@@, she says, licking her lips and thrusting her chest forward slightly. As she brushes her hair behind her shoulders, you notice a piece of jewelry you haven't seen on @@.red;Bonnie@@ before. Adorning her neck, you see a choker made of lots of little strands of rhinestones. In the middle they are arranged so that they spell out "CUMSLUT" in large, capitalised, sparkling letters, right over @@.red;Bonnie@@'s throat. Those little stones and their settings must have been what you heard rustling over the phone. In typical fashion you're knocked out of your own little world by the voice of @@.red;Bonnie@@, announcing: @@.red;"No worries, I came prepared."@@ She opens her classy-looking purse to reveal a small assortment of accessories and toys, which, despite their rather tame nature, still surprise you. Dildos, some rope... a cock ring? Well, you're glad she kept it down to a minimum, more or less. @@.red;"So, shall we get started?"@@, she inquires, as seductive as ever, but in the middle of the sentence you think you hear a hint of pleading and notice her swallowing heavily afterwards. Quickly, you comply: @@.cyan;"Yeah, of course, [[let's start.|First Sex - Cumslut]]"@@

<<set $naked = 1>>\ Although you really want to dive in, you're still a little shaken from her display so far. "I'm horrrrrnyyyyyyy"? Well, she did say she was going to get into a role, so maybe you're just overthinking it. Deciding that's the case, you start making out with @@.red;Bonnie@@, whose reactions are much more pronounced than you remember. You're starting to get into this roleplay idea, you think to yourself. Slowly you start undressing each other, not that @@.red;Bonnie@@ was wearing much to begin with, until you're finally both naked and quite worked up already. @@.red;"But Officer, are you sure there's nothing I can do to help you? I absolutely had to do my nails in the car, how about I show you while you do me?"@@ How cheesy. But your penis disagrees. @@.cyan;"That sounds rather reasonable. I'm still going to have to cuff you, you're still a criminal"@@, you try to play along, while picking up the handcuffs lying at your side. @@.red;Bonnie@@ giggles at this and turns around, presenting her arms on her back as well as her lovely ass. You cuff her gently, but with some resolve, in order to avoid further drawing this fantasy into ridiculousness. Confidence seems to well up inside of you. @@.red;Bonnie@@ has been into this roleplay with commitment, maybe you should try it too. You grab the link between the cuffs for leverage, pull her rear towards you and start fucking her doggy style. @@.red;Bonnie@@ seems exhilarated at your display of power and starts to get into the rhythm too. While looking back, you see a sort of drunk expression on her face that turns you on [[so much more.|First Sex Continues - Bimbo]]

As you continue deliciously using @@.red;Bonnie@@, her expression grows ever more distant, moans setting in to accompany the slapping rhythm of your flesh. You've never been this turned on. She feels so warm and tight, so agile and willing. You feel yourself approaching climax as steadily as the intensity of @@.red;Bonnie@@'s moans grows. You speed up and tell her, short of breath: @@.cyan;"I'm cumming,@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@@@.cyan;"@@, and in the rhythm of your thrusts, @@.cyan;"I'M. CUM. MING!"@@, as you unload deep into her. She only replies, under her moans: @@.red;"Bon. Nie. Cum. Ming"@@, in a weirdly distant and slow voice. You don't pick up on it and as you finish and bathe in the feeling of this amazing orgasm, you topple onto her back, resting, feeling her heavy breathing against your heaving chest, seeing that drunk expression still on her face. While she's coming down from her own orgasm, she drools on the bed and starts giggling quietly. You're too far gone to care, closing your eyes and resting some more, while @@.red;Bonnie@@ does the same. After a minute or so, you're still a little exhausted, you ask her: @@.cyan;"Was my performance satisfactory?"@@, a smirk evident on your face. @@.red;"Uh... huh?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ gives you a [["deer in headlights" look.|First Sex Finishes - Bimbo]]

@@.cyan;"I wanted to know if you enjoyed yourself"@@, you laugh, amused at her still disheveled mind. @@.red;"Bunny feel good@@ @@.bunny;*giggle*@@@@.red;"@@, she replies, finally understanding you. You laugh once more, roll yourself off her and lie side by side with @@.red;Bonnie@@. It's evident you're both exhausted, but you had never assumed you could have such an effect on her. After a short while passes and you feel like you both had enough of a breather, you admit that it's time to end the night, surprised that @@.red;Bonnie@@ still hasn't said anything. @@.cyan;"We should probably call it a night, I'm sure you have other things to take care of. Money's on the table as always"@@, you tell her. @@.red;"Huh? Oh yeah yeah, teehee. I still need to ask you something. Tonight was, like, soooooooo fun! I'll take everything off after I leave of course, but do you want me to come like this the next time? Or do you want me to bring the other *fun* bits?"@@, [[she coos.|Choice 2 - Bimbo]]

You hadn't even considered that you could continue with this. You have to admit to yourself, sex was never as good as it was today. Pondering for a moment, you finally speak up: [[''Right. Tonight was so hot, I want to see you as a bimbo again.''|Bimbo Twice]] [[''Right. Tonight was incredible, but I want to see how you do as a cumslut.''|First Bimbo, Then Cumslut]]

<<set $bimbo = 2>>\ \ @@.red;"Oh super! I promise, it's gonna be SO fun, I'm totally excited already@@ @@.bunny;*giggle*@@@@.red;"@@ @@.cyan;"Me too, see you then"@@, you tell her enthusiastically as she leaves. Did her hair dye get more intense? It seems that you can make out fewer dark streaks of her original hair colour than when she first came in. Dismissing it, since you can't say for sure anyway, you look around the room and see that she forgot the money you left on the table. Did you seriously do <em>that</em> big of a number on her? Tonight was weird, to say the least, but you would be lying if you said it hasn't been enjoyable. Actually one of your best nights, if you're being honest. That doesn't change the fact that it's over, sadly, and that you have to prepare yourself for, you guessed it, [[more boring everyday routine.|Routine is the Central Point]] [[Skip to Final Part of the Intro|Turnabout]]

<<set $bimbo = 1>>\ <<set $cumslut = 1>>\ \ @@.red;"We're gonna play it even rougher next time? *giggle* I surely won't complain! And I'll make sure you won't either"@@, she winks at you as she says this. @@.red;"I'm super excited already!"@@ @@.cyan;"Me too, see you then"@@, you tell her enthusiastically as she leaves. Did her hair dye get more intense? It seems that you can make out fewer dark streaks of her original hair colour than when she first came in. Dismissing it, since you can't say for sure anyway, you look around the room and see that she forgot the money you left on the table. Did you seriously do <em>that</em> big of a number on her? Tonight was weird, to say the least, but you would be lying if you said it hasn't been enjoyable. Actually one of your best nights, if you're being honest. That doesn't change the fact that it's over, sadly, and that you have to prepare yourself for, you guessed it, [[more boring everyday routine.|Routine is the Central Point]] [[Skip to Final Part of the Intro|Turnabout]]

<<set $naked = 0>>\ Here you are again, waiting for your alarm clock to ring, to get ready for work and the repetitive trudge. Once more, there is not much to write home about, until your boss, @@.robert;Robert@@, takes you out of your cubicle one day, to have a little chat with you. He starts: @@.robert;"Well, Kevin, I heard that you spend some of your time... in particular company?"@@ Taken aback, not wanting to give it away immediately, you ask: @@.cyan;"Could you be a bit more precise?"@@ @@.robert;"Come on, I heard you were paying a chink hooker to brighten up your lonely weekends. Is that true?"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ demands to know. @@.red;Bonnie@@'s Thai. And you're pretty sure she was born in the US anyway, this is wrong on so many levels. You want this to be over with however, and you don't think it wise to argue with your boss. @@.cyan;"Yes, [[it's true''|Stern Talk with Robert]]@@, you reply, meekly.

<<set $naked = 1>>\ Although you really want to dive in, @@.red;Bonnie@@ stops you for a moment. @@.red;"This isn't going to be any fun without a little teasing"@@, she smiles at you and retrieves the cock ring from her purse. Hesitantly complying, you get out of your pants and underwear, already erect as soon as she touches you to put on the cock ring. @@.red;"This way I'll at least have to work for it..."@@ Oh God, what a tease she is tonight, you can't believe how hard you are already. After that is taken care of, @@.red;Bonnie@@ starts making out with you, but she seems to get worked up much faster than you think she used to. You're starting to get into this roleplay idea, you think to yourself. Slowly you continue undressing each other, not that @@.red;Bonnie@@ was wearing much to begin with, until you're finally both naked and quite excited already. @@.red;"I've felt your hard-on pressing into my body for the entire time I've been here... maybe it's time I get more close up and personal?"@@ Your penis throbs in agreement as @@.red;Bonnie@@ lowers herself and starts enveloping your length with her mouth. @@.cyan;"Oh God!"@@, you exhale, getting a small, muffled laugh in response. You never knew she had this kind of technique, although it makes sense, given her profession. @@.red;Bonnie@@ continues working you up and down and you feel that the cock ring is keeping you in the game much longer than you can on your own. You make a mental note of this, even though Bonnie gets a little frustrated it seems. Soon enough though, you feel a bit of precum dripping out of your dick, announcing that you're well on your way to a nice orgasm. It might be your imagination, but you think that she redoubles her efforts at this, sliding her tongue along the bottom and the sides of your cock more forcefully, quickening her already impressive tempo even further. @@.red;Bonnie@@ doesn't even look up at you anymore, your dick is [[her whole world right now.|First Sex Continues - Cumslut]]

As you continue deliciously using @@.red;Bonnie@@, or rather, getting used by her, her expression grows ever more distant as more precum enters her mouth, moans setting in to accompany the sucking, slurping rhythm of her tongue. You've never been this turned on. She feels so warm and tight, so determined and willing. You feel yourself approaching climax as steadily as the intensity of @@.red;Bonnie@@'s moans grows. You speed up and tell her, short of breath: @@.cyan;"I'm cumming,@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@@@.cyan;, you might want to get off"@@, to no avail. She continues bobbing her head up and down with determination, her moans still rising in volume. Finally, in the rhythm of your thrusts you announce, @@.cyan;"I'M. CUM. MING!"@@, as you unload deep into her throat. Her only replies are a primal, muffled exclamation that can only be described as a tone of pure ecstasy: @@.red;"Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmph"@@, it sounds from below, your sperm shooting into her mouth, her lips locked around your dick tighter than you thought possible. She swallows all your cum down as fast as water, seemingly revelling in the taste. A small drop is about fall to the floor from the corner of her mouth. As you drop backwards onto the bad to regain your breath, you think you see @@.red;Bonnie@@ jumping after it, to lick it off the floor. Maybe she just lost her footing or something, you're too far gone to care right now. A few seconds later she joins you on the bed, lying next to you, resting as well. After a minute or so, you're still a little exhausted, you ask her: @@.cyan;"Was my performance satisfactory?"@@, a smirk evident on your face. @@.red;"So delicious..."@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ utters absently, [[you're not sure if she heard you at all.|First Sex Finishes - Cumslut]]

@@.cyan;"Delicious it was"@@, you laugh, amused at her absentmindedness. @@.red;"So very delicious"@@, she replies, now seemingly more clear-headed. You continue grinning, lying side by side with @@.red;Bonnie@@. It's evident you're both exhausted, but you had never assumed you could have such an effect on her. After a short while passes and you feel like you both had enough of a breather, you admit that it's time to end the night, surprised that @@.red;Bonnie@@ still hasn't said anything. @@.cyan;"We should probably call it a night, I'm sure you have other things to take care of. Money's on the table as always"@@, you tell her. @@.red;"That's true, although I still feel a little thirsty... Anyway, I need to ask you something. Tonight was amazing, depraved fun. I'll take everything off after I leave of course, but do you want me to come like this the next time? Or do you want me to bring the other *fun* bits?"@@, [[she coos.|Choice 2 - Cumslut]]

You hadn't even considered that you could continue with this. You have to admit to yourself, sex was never as good as it was today. Pondering for a moment, you finally speak up: [[''Right. Tonight was so hot, I want to see you as a cumslut again.''|Cumslut Twice]] [[''Right. Tonight was incredible, but I want to see how you do as a bimbo.''|First Cumslut, Then Bimbo]]

<<set $cumslut = 2>>\ \ @@.red;"Hmm, gotten a taste of the rough stuff, huh?"@@, she smirks, @@.red;"I surely won't complain, we had a tasty night together"@@, she purses her lips as she says that. @@.red;"I already look forward to seeing you again."@@ @@.cyan;"Me too, see you then"@@, you tell her enthusiastically as she leaves. As she speaks her last few words before leaving, you could swear her lips plumped up a bit and it looked like she left some of your sperm on her tongue, playing with it... as if she's saving some for later. Dismissing it, since that sounds crazy, you look around the room and see that she forgot some of the toys here. And you're still wearing that cock ring. Did you seriously do <em>that</em> big of a number on her? In the end, it doesn't really matter, you'll get them out of the hotel discreetly and return them to her next time you meet. Tonight was weird, to say the least, but you would be lying if you said it hasn't been enjoyable. Actually one of your best nights, if you're being honest. That doesn't change the fact that it's over, sadly, and that you have to prepare yourself for, you guessed it, [[more boring everyday routine.|Routine is the Central Point]] [[Skip to Final Part of the Intro|Turnabout]]

<<set $cumslut = 1>>\ <<set $bimbo = 1>>\ \ @@.red;"Hmm, so I'm going to have to be a ditz next time? I'm not complaining at all, but I really got into it this time. It's your choice though, and regardless, I'm really excited to see you again already."@@ @@.cyan;"Me too, see you then"@@, you tell her enthusiastically as she leaves. As she speaks her last few words before leaving, you could swear her lips plumped up a bit and it looked like she left some of your sperm on her tongue, playing with it... as if she's saving some for later. Dismissing it, since that sounds crazy, you look around the room and see that she forgot some of the toys here. And you're still wearing that cock ring. Did you seriously do <em>that</em> big of a number on her? In the end, it doesn't really matter, you'll get them out of the hotel discreetly and return them to her next time you meet. Tonight was weird, to say the least, but you would be lying if you said it hasn't been enjoyable. Actually one of your best nights, if you're being honest. That doesn't change the fact that it's over, sadly, and that you have to prepare yourself for, you guessed it, [[more boring everyday routine.|Routine is the Central Point]] [[Skip to Final Part of the Intro|Turnabout]]

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to do: More tits, more lips --------------------------- Week 4 Choker: -(Catgirl) ->>Fetish Girl - Deviancy, Horniness<< -Maid - Servitude -Latex Lover -(Pet) --------------------------- Endings: -Allied with DÃ©sirÃ©e, betrayed by DÃ©sirÃ©e (nameless choker) (quite smart) -Free Agent for DÃ©sirÃ©e, enslaving others, marrying Dale (not a complete slut) -Maid/Catgirl pet for DÃ©sirÃ©e (totally enslaved) -Milk Cow in a farm -Breeder in a farm -Claimed by Robert (Trophy Wife) -Married Robert -Revenge on Bonnie -Reconciliation with Bonnie -Pornstar in Japan -Flee to Europe, Boyfriend finds out -Flee to Europe, Live as woman -Complete Reversal of the choker, using chokers for good -Complete Reversal of the choker, taking control of Corporation --------------------------- Traps: -Something for shemales to give them a tight pants fetish -Fucking/Dildo Machine -Bondage Gear (vielleicht zum Einstieg?) -Milkers (schwer zu entkommen mit Lactation und/oder Implants) -Lollicocks, mit einem SchlÃ¼ssel in der Mitte (if ateMonday/Tuesday/Wednesday... is 1 --> "ooh, I remember these, they were yummy!"); man kann versuchen reinzubeiÃŸen, dann kommen MÃ¤nner in den Raum, legen dir ein Spider Gag an und ficken dich ordentlich durch. (-Glory Hole) -Grope Box (-Spanking Machine) (-Maid Trial: There's a "hotel guest", he needs to be pleased. Doing very well will flip DÃ©sirÃ©e's "catgirl ending" into "maid ending") -Some traps should be easier with the choker, some without the choker -Succeeding in surviving a trap will give you keys to storage rooms with useful items, and/or numbers to a keypad at the end -Peons/Bonnie/DÃ©sirÃ©e taunt you that putting on the choker will make the punishments much easier -Every morning, maid asks you whether you want to put on the choker (if you have bought 4 clues, the assistant will get transformed on Day 1 and put the choker around your neck in the evening) ---------------------------- Miete: $$500 pro Woche Week 2 - Cumslut --> Bimbo: Wenn man schon viel Erfahrung mit Blowjobs hat (3+/4+ Addiction), bekommt man nur halben Strain als Bimbo (bspw. beim Oral Rape) Epilog: Bei schlechtem Ergebnis --> DÃ©sirÃ©e schlieÃŸt ein neues Choker um den Hals, ohne Inschrift. Dadurch kann sie permanent Befehle geben, dich Ã¼berwachen und du kannst kein anderes Choker anlegen, um die anderen Effekte zu deaktivieren. Sie gibt dir keine Deadline und demnach wirst du bis ans Ende aller Zeiten in dem Choker und deinen neuen Trieben gefangen sein, hnnnnnnnnnnnnggg. Lucas Colour: Brown, then turns bright red after TF Makeup and Lips Variable: numeral gives heaviness/thickness, but colour is determined via string bimboChokerFinished/cumslutChokerFinished: Variablen, um festzustellen, ob einer der Pfade schon komplettiert wurde. $fingernails + $toenails: mÃ¼ssen mit "with" beginnen CASH: During Week 3, Lucas tells you that he knows somebody still working at the corporation that created the choker. He's willing to smuggle information out of there, but his services come at quite a price, considering the risks he's putting himself in. ($$300 --> $$600 --> $$900 --> $$1200) Name - Choker - Post-TF Name ----------------------------------------------------------- Bonnie - Cow/Bitch - Bessie/Bitch Robert - Sissy/Bimboi - Rubi Lucas - Bimbot/Milky Cat/ - Lace-Bot/ Librarian Lucky/Luna/Lexii Phillip (Assistant) - Slave - Fucktoy DÃ©sirÃ©e - Buttslut - DerriÃ¨re ideas: FÃ¼r Lucas: Doubt + Cooperate = Ally Doubt + !Cooperate = Neutral Trust + Cooperate = Neutral Trust + !Cooperate = Enemy FÃ¼r Robert: Truth + Understood = Ally Truth + Blamed = Ally Truth + Blackmailed = Neutral Lie + Understood = Ally Lie + Blamed = Neutral Lie + Blackmailed = Enemy All-In + Blamed = Neutral All-In + Blackmailed = Enemy http://i.imgur.com/gvhet7n.png Week 3/4: Dialogue Bunny-Protag - why does bunny want to put the chokers on you so badly? protag was always talking about how much his job, his boss and his co-workers annoyed him, so she thought that even after being grumpy at first, he'd grow to like it very quickly, especially when she saw him during sex. late in the game (maybe week 4, complex labyrinth, she accompanies you), talk with Bunny about why you don't want the choker. do you really want to have a philosophical conversation on personal freedom and hedonism with an asian bimbo prostitute? probably not. "because i'm not as smart as you Bunny, that's why." at this, of course, she giggles. "*teehee* that's right, but fortunately i'm taking care of you." "Why do you though? Shouldn't you try getting me caught, you want to transform me further, right?" "Nah, Bunny wants to have fun! Sending you to the smarties is soooo boring, you'll lose super fast!" That's a bright outlook on life. "I'm here to make it harder for you when you're doing good, and to help you when you have a tough time. I'm like... preserving karmic balance!" What. The. Fuck? Nothing Bunny said or did in the last three months could've possibly stunned you more than this moment. You don't even know what to say. "See, Bunny's a smarty too!" Week 1 + 2: Vielleicht noch eine Revision des Kleidungssystems? Week 2 - Cumslut --> Bimbo: Mehr Implant-Einfluss auf Blowjobs, mehr Einfluss auf Blowjobs generell. Halbieren evtl. Strain, bzw. mit Implant leiten eine Sex-Szene ein. Week 3 Quiz: Entweder mit Todd und weniger als submissiveness 5, oder wenn man Robert am Freitag einweiht und sich mit ihm verbÃ¼ndet, im Prinzip. Week 4: ein raum, ziemlich eng, nur ein unscheinbarer kasten ist zu sehen (vielleicht sogar der erste raum in den headquarters, vielleicht auch irgendwo in der mitte). einleitung durch bonnie/bunny/bridget blablabla you're on your own. du schaust dich im raum um, stehst irgendwann vor dem kasten, drehst dich von ihm weg zur wand und dann aktiviert bo/bu/br die maschine. ein dildo auf einem metallstab haut dir auf eine pobacke, schmeiÃŸt dich dadurch gegen die wand, du fliegst zurÃ¼ck, fÃ¤llst fast Ã¼ber die maschine, doch wirst dann wieder vorwÃ¤rts gehauen und bist nun vorwÃ¤rts gebÃ¼ckt vor der wand und die dildomaschine findet dein rektum schnell. du schaust hoch und genau in dem moment Ã¶ffnet sich die wand um noch einen dildo zum vorschein zu bringen. dieser fickt dann deinen mund. wenn man die arsch-modifikation hat (automatische lubrication) wird man nicht sore (temporary +) und wenn man eine throatclit hat, kann man sogar zum orgasmus kommen (temporary -, but permanent +). Week 4: wenn man das latex-outfit genommen hat, brosche angeheftet, desiree/bonnie geben ne kleine rede darÃ¼ber, dass es ein neues experimentelles produkt ist, und dass du jetzt ohne latex-objekte in deiner nÃ¤he probleme haben dÃ¼rftest zum orgasmus zu kommen. gibt dann ein neues latex-outfit, welches dildos eingebaut hat, die den temporÃ¤ren stat permanent anheben. Week 4: Why chokers? Bonnie sort of was the first prototype; complicated surgeries and such for a full female transformation. You were the Release Candidate. A first method enabling large-scale transformation, but still flawed in its obvious nature. They're still working on other, less apparent methods, like bracelets, but they're problematic; chokers were perfect because both head and shoulders are much, much bigger than the neck to which the choker would be attached. Even if it was a little loose, there's no way somebody would get it off. With bracelets, just a broken wrist and some wriggling, and the transformee is out. ------------------------------------------------------ NACH VERSION 1.0: Wenn Week 1 Brain Drain gte 7/8: Bunny akzeptiert nicht, dass der Protagonist sagt, er mÃ¶chte nicht ihre Bimbo-Schwester werden. Hier gibt es zwei MÃ¶glichkeiten, entweder Bunny packt jede Woche ein neues, sehr Ã¤hnliches Choker um den Hals von Protag (bspw. Bimbo --> Ditz --> Sexpot), oder aber packt das Bimbo Choker jedes mal von Neuem um den Hals. Shemale Mode: PenislÃ¤nge minimal auf 3 inches, skalierte Reduktion (nur jeden zweiten Punkt wird LÃ¤nge abgezogen z.B.) Asian accent? Engrish? Heels rework. ------------------------------------------------------ mÃ¶glicherweise nÃ¤chste spielidee? akademisches setting vielleicht, protagonist ist junger erwachsener mit eher weiblichen, androgynen zÃ¼gen, muss rechnungen bezahlen und findet zeitungsannonce die nach eben so einem jungen erwachsenen sucht. annonce von mann aufgegeben (vielleicht dozent?), der ihn feminisieren will. rasieren, schminken, stimme verstellen sind der anfang, spÃ¤ter geht es dazu Ã¼ber attrappen zu benutzen (breast forms...), zu hormontherapie, zu tatsÃ¤chlicher chirurgie. muh dick mÃ¶glicherweise dritte spielidee? mittelpunkt ist toxizitÃ¤t, Ã¤hnlich wie in the witcher, vielleicht ein laborunfall oder Ã¤hnliches, ein bisschen wie ein superhelden-comic oder so. versuche, ein heilmittel zu finden, aber sperma wirkt toxisch; exponentiell wachsende gefahr, sperma benebelt den geist und erhÃ¶ht hunger nach mehr. evtl. zu Ã¤hnlich zu cumslut hier. mehr ideen nÃ¶tig. mÃ¶glicherweise vierte spielidee? sklaverei ist legal, collar um den hals das dich kontrollieren kann. unterwÃ¼rfig sein und rebellieren muss balanciert werden um nicht als sex doll zu enden. wie kÃ¶nnte man das realisieren? unterwÃ¼rfig sein lÃ¤sst collar subtil endorphine freilassen, rebellieren forciert collar aphrodisiaka in den kreislauf zu injizieren, resultiert in konditionierung und abhÃ¤ngigkeit: unterwÃ¼rfigkeit = mentaler wandel <----> rebellion = kÃ¶rperlicher wandel ---- mÃ¶glicherweise fÃ¼nfte spielidee? Titel: Oppressive Compulsive Disorder! sci-fi matrix-Ã¤hnliches universum. plug dich ein, aber du kannst erwischt werden, was dich transformiert. du kennst das programm schon lang, und benutzt es wegen deiner libertaristischen tendenzen (free speech, surveillance...), aber vor kurzem machen sich gerÃ¼chte Ã¼ber neue sicherheitsmaÃŸnahmen breit. agenten werden eingefÃ¼hrt, geben dir kleine gegenstÃ¤nde mit, die aber besondere eigenschaften haben. lippenstift, ohrringe, piercings etc. nur mentale transformationen vielleicht? die agenten tragen diese dinge beim treffen im programm forcierend auf dich auf bzw. ziehen sie dir an. dinge die an deinem kÃ¶rper sind, bleiben an deinem kÃ¶rper. d.h. dieser aufgetragene lippenstift ist nach dem verlassen des programms in der realitÃ¤t auf deinen lippen. spezielle gegenstÃ¤nde, natÃ¼rlich. heiÃŸwachsstreifen fÃ¼r beine, rasierschaum fÃ¼r genitalrasur bspw. feminine eigentÃ¼mlichkeiten werden auf dich Ã¼bertragen mit jedem zusÃ¤tzlichen gegenstand. resultiert darin, dass du "freiwillig" sissy hypnose mp3s kaufst (Ember --> Cinder?), spÃ¤ter sogar breast forms, hormone und chirurgische eingriffe. endboss vielleicht "Rabbit" nennen? --> White Rabbit in Matrix, Bunny in Choker Change (c)(R) vielleicht mit der collar-idee verbinden? sobald ein mann dich forciert sex zu haben, hÃ¶rst du ein surren aus dem collar, endorphine werden in dein system gepumpt wenn du jemandem einen blÃ¤st~~ namen fÃ¼r agenten... Glitches <--> Bitches! ---- mÃ¶glicherweise sechste spielidee? cyberpunk-setting, kybernetische gliedmaÃŸen und organe etc. etc., ein bisschen wie tales of the drunken cowboy? noch keine guten ideen, auÃŸer dass das setting super ist :) ---- mÃ¶glicherweise siebte spielidee? VR Games setting, inspiriert von dem BSB-pic. vielleicht high-school graduate, sollte eigl ins college aber kann sich nicht entscheiden, was er machen will, also NEET. legt sich VR-spiel zu und findet geheime passage, trifft vielleicht direkt auf "endboss"? vielleicht auch name "Rabbit"? transformationen noch nicht ganz sicher... vielleicht genauso wie spielidee #5? gegenstÃ¤nde usw. Ã¼bertragen spezielle eigenschaften. vater wird frÃ¼her oder spÃ¤ter neugierig, stellt ein paar fragen, nÃ¤chste VR session Ã¼berzeugt dich, deinen vater mal das gerÃ¤t benutzen zu lassen. darÃ¼ber hinaus kann das ganzkÃ¶rpergerÃ¤t plastische Ã¤nderungen vornehmen, sobald man es besitzt. warum benutzt man immer wieder das VR-gerÃ¤t? zunÃ¤chst ist es nur ein headset, Ã¤hnlich wie oculus, aber es hat winzige, nicht spÃ¼rbare nadeln um die augenstÃ¼cke, die auf befehl dopamin injizieren und dich frÃ¼her oder spÃ¤ter sÃ¼chtig nach mehr sessions macht. relativ frÃ¼h danach wird das headset dann durch ein ganzkÃ¶rper-VR-gerÃ¤t ersetzt, das vielleicht auch in trance vom protag gekauft wird. -lippenstift lÃ¤sst lippen kribbeln wenn sie nicht berÃ¼hrt werden. mÃ¼ssen permanent berÃ¼hrt werden... von fingern, lollipops, lollicocks... plot twist: deine von deinem vater geschiedene mutter wollte rache an ihm nehmen, aber wusste nicht, wie sie ihn fÃ¼r VR Ã¼berzeugen sollte, zumal er die falle vielleicht gerochen hÃ¤tte. also hat sie versucht Ã¼ber dich an ihn ranzukommen, und das erfolgreich. aber was dann? soll der vater einfach verschwinden? eher nicht... kÃ¶nnte im haus als hausfrau rumlaufen --> motivation deiner mutter, er soll rausfinden, wie viel arbeit das ist.

@@.robert;"Well, Kevin, I appreciate your honesty, but you understand that if this kind of information leaks outside, it hurts your reputation, and by extension, the company's"@@, he chastises you. @@.cyan;"Of course I do, sir"@@, you agree. @@.robert;"Good. I got word of this, so who knows who else could? See to it that you carry yourself more like a professional from now on."@@ As he finishes the sentence, he starts walking away, @@.robert;"Get back to work."@@ @@.cyan;"I will, sir. Thank you, sir."@@ @@.cyan;"Racist asshole"@@, you mutter under your breath, inaudible for @@.robert;Robert@@, as you get [[back to your desk.|Time Passes]]

For now, you focus on getting your work done. @@.robert;Robert@@ doesn't mention @@.red;Bonnie@@ again, to your relief. As time passes, you're sure he'll just forget and you can carry on as usual. After you come home from another unnoteworthy workday, your phone rings, and @@.red;Bonnie@@'s on the line. @@.red;"<<nobr>><<if $bimbo is 2>>Will your little bimbo see you soon?<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Will your little cumslut see you soon?<<else>>Will we see each other soon?<<endif>><<endnobr>>"@@, she teases. @@.cyan;"I sure hope so"@@, [[you reply.|Fate Calls Twice]]

@@.red;"<<nobr>><<if $bimbo is 2>>Oh goody @@.bunny;*giggle*@@! I'll see you Saturday night then! Toodles!<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Wonderful. My tongue is twitching at the thought. I'll see you Saturday night then.<<else>>I can't wait, last time was so hot. I'll see you Saturday night.<<endif>><<endnobr>>"@@, she teases through the phone. @@.cyan;"Believe me, I'm excited too, last time was mindblowing. See you then"@@, you hang up. Hoping everything will go right, you get a few things done and finally [[go to sleep.|It Begins]]

Once again, the hotel room. Once again, checking yourself in the all too familiar mirror. Once again, you look presentable. <<nobr>> <<if $bimbo is 2>> [[Once again, a knock on the door.|Second Encounter - Bimbo Twice]] <<elseif $bimbo1 is 1 and $bimbo is 1>> [[Once again, a knock on the door.|Second Encounter - Bimbo - Cumslut]] <<elseif $cumslut1 is 1 and $cumslut is 1>> [[Once again, a knock on the door.|Second Encounter - Cumslut - Bimbo]] <<elseif $cumslut is 2>> [[Once again, a knock on the door.|Second Encounter - Cumslut Twice]] <<endif>><<endnobr>>

You move to open the door, unsure, even though you know exactly how it went last time. It shouldn't be that different tonight, right? @@.bunny;"Hiiiiiiiiiiiii!!"@@ What a relief. @@.cyan;"Good to see you,@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@, @@.cyan; what can I do for you this fine evening?"@@, you joke. @@.bunny;"You... what?"@@ She's visibly confused. @@.bunny;"Just call me Bunny, you don't gotta talk all fancy,@@ @@.cyan;Kev-Kev@@@@.bunny;."@@ @@.cyan;"Kev-Kev?"@@ You're just letting it stand in the room like that. @@.bunny;"mmmmmmmmhhhmmmmm"@@, she sounds out in agreement. @@.cyan;"Well...@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.cyan;, what did you plan for today?"@@, you try to move past @@.cyan;Kev-Kev@@. @@.bunny;"Oh I swear, we're gonna have sooooooo much fun, I already feel, like, super horny"@@, she utters the last words. However, after this remark, she lets out a cascade of information that you hadn't anticipated. Shoes, ear rings, a cute black purse she saw earlier, [[she goes on and on|Second Sex - Bimbo Twice]].

You open the door somewhat more confident, since the first time turned out to be such fun. Regardless, tonight's plans sound a little more risky than the Bimbo roleplaying. @@.red;"Hey there"@@, a seductive voice greets you. @@.cyan;"B-Bonnie?"@@, you ask, uncertain. @@.red;"Speaking"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ retorts, moving past you, hips swaying, rolling slowly, into the hotel room. You are a little taken aback. This is a 180Â° turnaround from the ditzy schoolgirl that visited you last month. Her looks aren't what surprises you first, it's her demeanour. She's never had to be seductive, @@.red;Bonnie@@ was the type who talked shop openly and in a straightforward manner. Then last month, she acted more like a horny child than an adult prostitute. This is a side you hadn't seen on her. That being said, her outfit and makeup are quite a bit more daring than you're used to from her, although compared to your last encounter, is about as heavily applied, it just has a very different style. As she sits down on the bed, you ask her if you should fetch some wine. @@.red;"Wine's not what I'm here for tonight, honey"@@, she says, licking her lips and thrusting her chest forward slightly. As she brushes her hair behind her shoulders, you notice a piece of jewelry that seems awfully familiar. Adorning her neck, you see a choker made of lots of little strands of rhinestones, looking exactly like the one she wore last month. The only difference is that it doesn't read "BIMBO" anymore. Now, it reads "CUMSLUT", just as pronounced and flashy as the other choker. In typical fashion you're knocked out of your own little world by the voice of @@.red;Bonnie@@, announcing: @@.red;"No worries, I brought everything... uuh?"@@ She opens her classy-looking purse to reveal a similar assortment of accessories and toys to the ones you've seen last month. Dildos, some rope... a cock ring? Well, you're glad she kept it down to a minimum, more or less. @@.cyan;"Before I forget, you totally forgot to pick up the money from the table last time"@@, you tell her, while handing over her due fee. @@.red;"Huh? Oh yes, of course. Thanks for your honesty, darling"@@, she pockets the money with a sincere, but composed smile of gratitude. @@.red;"So, shall we get started?"@@, she inquires, as seductive as ever, but in the middle of the sentence you think you hear a hint of pleading and notice her swallowing heavily afterwards. Quickly, you comply: @@.cyan;"Yeah, of course, [[let's start.|Second Sex - Bimbo - Cumslut]]"@@

You open the door trying to be as relaxed as possible. Tonight might get weirder though. @@.red;"Hiiiiiiiiiiiii!!"@@, an eardrum-piercing screech greets you. @@.cyan;"B-Bonnie?"@@, you ask, uncertain. @@.red;"Yepyep, it's me!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ chirps, moving past you into the hotel room. You are a little taken aback. This is wildly different. After last month... Her hair is the first thing to catch your eye. She seems to have dyed it blonde, but it's not done too well; a lot of her dark hair is still shining through. You haven't known her to be such an enthusiast of the colour @@.bunny;pink@@ either, her entire outfit seems to have taken a rather bright and flashy turn, right down to her @@.bunny;hot pink@@ 6 inch heels. As she sits down on the bed, well, sitting down isn't really the word, she lets herself fall over backwards and then sits up, a little like a child, you notice a piece of jewelry that looks familiar. Adorning her neck, you see a choker made of lots of little strands of rhinestones, just like last month. However, different to the other choker, this one reads "BIMBO" right over her throat, instead of "CUMSLUT". In typical fashion you're knocked out of your own little world by the voice of @@.red;Bonnie@@, announcing: @@.red;"Look what I brought you! Umm... huh?"@@ She opens her, bright pink, purse and is immediately struck with confusion. She starts digging through it. @@.red;"B-But??"@@ Confusion changes to desperation. @@.cyan;"Looking for this?"@@, you ask, teasing, while presenting the sex toys she left in your room last time. @@.cyan;"You forgot them last time you were here."@@ @@.red;"Oh goodie, so you have everything! Can we finally get started then, I'm horrrrrnyyyyyyy!"@@, she complains, at first sounding like a cranky child, her voice then drifting into a deep, guttural tone. Quickly, you comply: @@.cyan;"Yeah, sure, [[let's start.|Second Sex - Cumslut - Bimbo]]"@@

You approach the door, excited about what this night will bring. You open up and @@.red;Bonnie@@ walks in. She doesn't even say hello, just gives you an alluring smile and passes you. You could swear something was different about her smile though. Were her lips swollen or something? Regardless, she looks stunning tonight, as incredible as ever. Those curves in that dress look like they could be lethal. Add to that her near black hair bound in a strict, perfect ponytail and @@.red;Bonnie@@ noticeably gives off a commandeering aura of confidence. If you're being honest, it throws you off quite a bit. @@.cyan;"S-So@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@@@.cyan;, I guess we're skipping the wine tonight as well?"@@, you try to joke, the stammering not really helping you though. Another calm, self-possessed smile. @@.orange;"You pick up on these things fast, don't you? And call me Bridget."@@ Wha-?... Nevermind. @@.cyan;"I do my best, heh."@@ Damn, why are you so damn awkward right now? @@.orange;"Calm yourself, we've done this once before. Nothing to be scared of. Now how about you take off [[your pants|Second Sex - Cumslut Twice]]?"@@, she goes straight to business

Although you really want to dive in at this point, @@.red;Bonnie@@ stops you for a moment. @@.red;"This isn't going to be any fun without a little teasing"@@, she smiles at you and retrieves the cock ring from her purse. Hesitantly complying, you get out of your pants and underwear, already erect as soon as she touches you to put on the cock ring. @@.red;"This way I'll at least have to work for it..."@@ Oh God, what a tease she is tonight, you can't believe how hard you are already. After that is taken care of, @@.red;Bonnie@@ starts making out with you, getting worked up fast. Slowly you continue undressing each other, not that @@.red;Bonnie@@ was wearing much to begin with, until you're finally both naked and quite excited already. @@.red;"I've felt your hard-on pressing into my body for the entire time I've been here... maybe it's time I get more close up and personal?"@@ Your penis throbs in agreement as @@.red;Bonnie@@ lowers herself and starts enveloping your length with her mouth. @@.cyan;"Oh God!"@@, you exhale, getting a small, muffled laugh in response. You never knew she had this kind of technique, although it makes sense, given her profession. @@.red;Bonnie@@ continues working you up and down and you feel that the cock ring is keeping you in the game much longer than you can on your own. You make a mental note of this, even though Bonnie gets a little frustrated it seems. Soon enough though, you feel a bit of precum dripping out of your dick, announcing that you're well on your way to a nice orgasm. It might be your imagination, but you think that she redoubles her efforts at this, sliding her tongue along the bottom and the sides of your cock more forcefully, quickening her already impressive tempo even further. @@.red;Bonnie@@ doesn't even look up at you anymore, your dick is [[her whole world right now.|Second Sex Continues - Bimbo - Cumslut]]

As you continue deliciously using @@.red;Bonnie@@, or rather, getting used by her, her expression grows ever more distant as more precum enters her mouth, moans setting in to accompany the sucking, slurping rhythm of her tongue. You've never been this turned on. She feels so warm and tight, so determined and willing. You feel yourself approaching climax as steadily as the intensity of @@.red;Bonnie@@'s moans grows. You speed up and tell her, short of breath: @@.cyan;"I'm cumming,@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@@@.cyan;, you might want to get off"@@, to no avail. She continues bobbing her head up and down with determination, her moans still rising in volume. Finally, in the rhythm of your thrusts you announce, @@.cyan;"I'M. CUM. MING!"@@, as you unload deep into her throat. Her only replies are a primal, muffled exclamation that can only be described as a tone of pure ecstasy: @@.red;"Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmph"@@, it sounds from below, your sperm shooting into her mouth, her lips locked around your dick tighter than you thought possible. She swallows all your cum down as fast as water, seemingly revelling in the taste. A small drop is about fall to the floor from the corner of her mouth. As you drop backwards onto the bad to regain your breath, you think you see @@.red;Bonnie@@ jumping after it, to lick it off the floor. Maybe she just lost her footing or something, you're too far gone to care right now. A few seconds later she joins you on the bed, lying next to you, resting as well. After a minute or so, you're still a little exhausted, you ask her: @@.cyan;"Was my performance satisfactory?"@@, a smirk evident on your face. @@.red;"So delicious..."@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ utters absently, [[you're not sure if she heard you at all.|Second Sex Finishes - Bimbo - Cumslut]]

@@.cyan;"Delicious it was"@@, you laugh, amused at her absentmindedness. @@.red;"So very delicious"@@, she replies, now seemingly more clear-headed. You continue grinning, lying side by side with @@.red;Bonnie@@. It's evident you're both exhausted, so you take some time to recover. After a short while passes and you feel like you both had enough of a breather, you admit that it's time to end the night, surprised that @@.red;Bonnie@@ still hasn't said anything. @@.cyan;"We should probably call it a night, I'm sure you have other things to take care of. Money's on the table as always"@@, you tell her. @@.red;"That's true, although I still feel a little thirsty... Anyway, where do you want to head from here? We've tried out both options. What's [[next time|Turnabout]] gonna be like?"@@, she wants to know.

<<set $naked = 0>>\ <<if $bimbo is 2>>\ @@.cyan;"Look... uh"@@, you stammer, not sure how to explain anything to her in this state. @@.cyan;"This thing was hot as hell, you know. But I miss the old 'us'. I think I'd like to go back to that, no chokers, no toys. But let's talk tomorrow, just call me around noon, okay?"@@, you ask of her. @@.bunny;"Okie doke, Bunny call noon"@@, she chirps, seemingly understanding what you said. Still, if your phone doesn't ring tomorrow, maybe you should just call her... You thank @@.bunny;Bunny@@ for the night, hand her the money and instruct the cab driver where to take her, before paying him too. You hope [[she'll get home alright|The Morning After]]. <<elseif $bimbo is 1>>\ You're unsure how to say this, so you decided to get straight to the point. @@.cyan;"Look, we've experimented with this, and I'll be honest, it was straight up the best sex I had in my life. But I miss the way we used to be together."@@ @@.cyan;"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'd like you to take off those chokers, dress like you used to, and leave the toys at home. I want us to be 'us' again"@@, you explain to her. @@.red;Bonnie@@ considers this for a moment, before responding: @@.red;"We should talk tomorrow. I'll call you around noon."@@ Agreeing to her curt suggestion, you say: @@.cyan;"Sure, let's do that, I'll talk to you tomorrow then."@@ You say goodbye, pay her for her services, and [[hope everything's alright between the two of you|The Morning After]]. <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>\ You're a bit nervous at this point, but still feel like you have to tell her. @@.cyan;"I mean... you noticed, right?"@@, thinking it was painfully obvious tonight. @@.cyan;"I miss the dynamic we had beforehand. We were like friends, not just client and service provider"@@, you mourn. @@.cyan;"I won't pretend for a second that it wasn't fun, the sex was unbelievable. But don't you think we're losing something here too? If you're alright with it, I'd like you to take off those chokers, as hot as they were and let us get back to normal from now on"@@, you suggest to her. @@.orange;Bridget@@ seems to consider what you're saying. @@.orange;"Very well"@@, she starts, @@.orange;"I can hardly force you, can I? Let's talk tomorrow, I believe both our brains are still lacking some blood that was funnelled elsewhere a few minutes ago, I'll call you around noon, alright?"@@ @@.cyan;"Fine. I doubt I'll change my mind, but it makes sense to sleep on it, no need to rush it"@@, you concede. Ending the night, you hand her the money, as usual, and [[say goodbye|The Morning After]]. <<endif>>

<<set $naked = 1>>\ Although you really want to dive in, you're still a little shaken from her display so far. @@.cyan;"I'm horrrrrnyyyyyyy"?@@ Well, she did say she was going to get into the role, so maybe you're just overthinking it. Deciding that's the case, you start making out with @@.red;Bonnie@@, who gets excited quite fast. Slowly you start undressing each other, not that @@.red;Bonnie@@ was wearing much to begin with, until you're finally both naked and quite worked up already. @@.red;"But Officer, are you sure there's nothing I can do to help you? I absolutely had to do my nails in the car, how about I show you while you do me?"@@ How cheesy. But your penis disagrees. @@.cyan;"That sounds rather reasonable. I'm still going to have to cuff you, you're a criminal after all"@@, you try to play along, while picking up the handcuffs lying at your side. @@.red;Bonnie@@ giggles at this and turns around, presenting her arms on her back as well as her lovely ass. You cuff her gently, but with some resolve, in order to avoid further drawing this fantasy into ridiculousness. Confidence seems to well up inside of you. @@.red;Bonnie@@ has been into this roleplay with commitment, maybe you should try it too. You grab the link between the cuffs for leverage, pull her rear towards you and start fucking her doggy style. @@.red;Bonnie@@ seems exhilarated at your display of power and starts to get into the rhythm too. While looking back, you see a sort of drunk expression on her face that turns you on [[so much more.|Second Sex Continues - Cumslut - Bimbo]]

As you continue deliciously using @@.red;Bonnie@@, her expression grows ever more distant, moans setting in to accompany the slapping rhythm of your flesh. You've never been this turned on. She feels so warm and tight, so agile and willing. You feel yourself approaching climax as steadily as the intensity of @@.red;Bonnie@@'s moans grows. You speed up and tell her, short of breath: @@.cyan;"I'm cumming,@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@@@.cyan;"@@, and in the rhythm of your thrusts, @@.cyan;"I'M. CUM. MING!"@@, as you unload deep into her. She only replies, under her moans: @@.red;"Bon. Nie. Cum. Ming"@@, in a weirdly distant and slow voice. You don't pick up on it and as you finish and bathe in the feeling of this amazing orgasm, you topple onto her back, resting, feeling her heavy breathing against your heaving chest, seeing that drunk expression still on her face. While she's coming down from her own orgasm, she drools on the bed and starts giggling quietly. You're too far gone to care, closing your eyes and resting some more, while @@.red;Bonnie@@ does the same. After a minute or so, you're still a little exhausted, you ask her: @@.cyan;"Was my performance satisfactory?"@@, a smirk evident on your face. @@.red;"Uh... huh?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ gives you a [["deer in headlights" look.|Second Sex Finishes - Cumslut - Bimbo]]

@@.cyan;"I wanted to know if you enjoyed yourself"@@, you laugh, amused at her still disheveled mind. @@.red;"Bunny feel good@@ @@.bunny;*giggle*@@@@.red;"@@, she replies, finally understanding you. You laugh once more, roll yourself off her and lie side by side with @@.red;Bonnie@@. It's evident you're both exhausted, so you take some time to recover. After a short while passes and you feel like you both had enough of a breather, you admit that it's time to end the night, surprised that @@.red;Bonnie@@ still hasn't said anything. @@.cyan;"We should probably call it a night, I'm sure you have other things to take care of. Money's on the table as always"@@, you tell her. @@.red;"Huh? Oh yeah yeah,@@ @@.bunny;teehee@@@@.red;. Oh my Gawd, tonight was so fun though! What's [[next time|Turnabout]] gonna be like?"@@, she wants to know.

<<set $naked = 1>>\ This gives you some time to examine @@.bunny;Bunny@@ a little further. A few things immediately get your attention, but perhaps it's best to start at the top. Her hair is a <strong>deep</strong> shade of blonde, not a single streak of the Thai lady's natural dark brown hair to be found. She really did a number on her ears and makeup, wearing two hoop earrings per lobe, and her face is even more dominated by pink, if that was even possible. From blush to eyeshadow, everything is some shade of pink. Some of it, like the eyeshadow, is already quite flashy, but admittedly, she could still apply more makeup there, although few people would choose to. Other areas though... just looking at her lips, you don't believe there could be a glossier, brighter variant of @@.bunny;succulent, hot pink lips@@ looking back at you. They are so full and inviting, you have to summon every bit of will to hold yourself back right now. Further down, past her neck designating her to be a BIMBO, you're convinced her top couldn't really be classified as clothing. It was probably a belly-free cotton shirt at some point, but by now it's pretty much free in all the right places. It's gotten a cut-up treatment and exposes more of @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s breasts than it hides. A pink, wet-look leather microskirt is clinging tightly to her hips. Nanoskirt would be a more fitting name though, you consider. Even standing up, the bottom of her nice, plump ass is well-presented to anybody who's interested. Moving down, down, down those long legs (when did they get <em>this</em> long?), you see her choice in shoes hasn't changed too much; she's still wearing garish pink 6 inch heels, which are exposing much of her feet. While examining them, you notice that this time around, she painted her toenails, as well as her fingernails, now that you're checking them. Pointing out their colour at this point should be wholly unnecessary. @@.bunny;"So how about I get started on sucking that tasty dick that's poking out at me?"@@, Bunny suddenly [[takes you out of your reverie|Second Sex Continues - Bimbo Twice]].

Surprised that it took you this long to get to sex with a @@.bunny;horny fuckbunny@@ in the room with you, you immediately take her up on her offer. Your pants are gone faster than you can think about removing them, which causes @@.bunny;Bunny@@ to @@.bunny;giggle@@ quietly. Then again, just about anything seems to do that to her at the moment. You couldn't care less though, as she lowers herself, approaching your groin, spreading those @@.bunny;succulent, bright lips@@ to make way for your cock. If there is a heaven, this is what it must feel like. The friction of her @@.bunny;lips@@ is indeed heavenly, as her tongue joins in to propel you to new heights. Suddenly, with a loud pop, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ detaches from you though, declaring: @@.bunny;"I wanna have some fun too *giggle*"@@ You sit there, slightly distraught, on the edge of the bed, when @@.bunny;Bunny@@ quickly jumps on you, mounting you immediately. She expertly inserts you into herself accompanied by a deep moan that betrays her bubbly, childish exterior. As she makes sure that you hit all of her spots, you notice the first hints of an expression on her face that you've seen before. Distant, foggy, drunk on sex. Her (bright blue?) eyes glazed over and half-closed, her mouth smiling, hanging open with her tongue peeking out slightly. [[That look, that just makes you explode|Second Sex Finishes - Bimbo Twice]].

By now, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ is officially a mess, hardly moving. It seems even her motoric functions have shut down now, the last of her brain filled with sex, at least momentarily. She's been openly drooling on your chest for some time now, that silly smile still shining brightly. The only sign that she's alive is her heavy breathing and her tremendous moans. Deciding that she's had enough, you take the initiative by grabbing her hips and speeding up a good bit. Observing your work this close up, it takes you mere seconds, you never knew this turned you on so badly, even after last time. As soon as your hands leave @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s hips, she topples over to the side, lying in a rather awkward position, facial expression unchanged. After taking a minute for yourself, you decide to poke a little fun at her, literally. Fuelled by your curiosity, you want to test the limits of @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s sex trance. You rub your dick a little, getting it reasonably stiff and see how she reacts if you put it in her mouth. That smile never vanishes, but her reactions are negligible. She evidently tries to pout in a way, to properly suck on it, but she's hardly into it at this point. You stop yourself before going any further, but not before you had her clean your dick like that. At least that much was possible. After giving her quite some time to recover, you see that she's finally coming around again, yet seems to be quite dizzy still. @@.bunny;"Where... like... what?"@@ @@.cyan;"Everything's fine,@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.cyan;, don't worry"@@, you laugh, trying to communicate using only the simplest words. @@.bunny;"Everything fine, Bunny. Happy, horny Bunny"@@, she declares proudly, with a more confident drunken smile this time. @@.cyan;"Right, right. Listen, I'll clean you up a little, take you down to a cab, so I can be sure that you get back home, alright?"@@ @@.bunny;"Yes, Bunny back home alright. But what about [[next time|Turnabout]]?"@@

<<set $naked = 1>>\ You reply meekly, @@.cyan;"Are you sure we should rush into it like that? You're appearing quite forceful, I miss the times when we talked a little at least."@@ You look away for a few moments, avoiding her gaze and trying to come up with a way not to sound like the biggest damn fool on the planet, like you do right now. As your gaze moves back towards @@.orange;Bridget@@, you see her moving her arm away from her face. She was probably resting her chin on her hand while listening to your incoherent babble. @@.orange;"Oh come on. Don't make a big deal out of this. Take a seat over here."@@ She pats the spot next to her on the bed. Following her gesture, you sit down next to her as @@.orange;Bridget@@ leans over and plants a slow, wet kiss right on your lips. You instantly feel more calm... a little too calm a few seconds later. Then dangerously calm as your field of view seems to narrow from the edges inward. @@.orange;"This way it'll be easier"@@, is the last thing you hear [[as you lose consciousness|Second Sex Continues - Cumslut Twice]].

...Your environment is hazy. You dip in and out of consciousness occasionally... <hr> ...@@.orange;"So he kept the ropes for the next time we'd meet. How considerate of him"@@, you can hear @@.orange;Bridget@@ muse.... <hr> ...This time around, there's no confident voice in the room. It's more of a desperate whine when you hear the words: @@.orange;"God, I need a load <strong>so BAD</strong>!"@@... <hr> Finally coming around, you feel pressure on all your limbs, which seem unnaturally extended in all directions. Regaining more of your sight and recollecting some of what you heard explains that sentiment perfectly. Your arms and legs are all bound to their respectively closest bedpost. @@.orange;"Sleeping Beauty ready for her awakening?"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ teases you. You're still somewhat out of it, so all you manage is affirmative muttering. Now that you're in this situation, might as well enjoy it, right? @@.orange;"No need to worry about anything, I've already prepared you"@@, she reassures you as she engulfs your length with her mouth. Looking down at the scene, you notice what she meant, [[the cock ring fitted to your shaft perfectly|Second Sex Finishes]].

Resigning yourself to the fact that this probably means you're going to be bound to the bed for some while, you try to focus on the pleasure between your legs, your first reasonable thought of the day. And pleasurable it is. @@.orange;Bridget@@'s lips like two soft pillows, working your entire length so admirably, with such conviction. You feel like you're in heaven. Something completely unexpected happens though, you suddenly feel neither tongue nor lips comforting your groin. @@.orange;Bridget@@ rises, steps over your body, and lowers herself on your cock, expertly putting it in. @@.orange;"We wouldn't want things to get stale, do we?"@@, she asks under a moan, working your length up and down. As she goes on and her moans intensify, so does the pressure on your dick, you get the impression. Looking down, you see @@.orange;Bridget@@ bumping up and down your penis, getting progressively louder and faster, her moaning and the slapping of her ass on your groin fighting for dominance. But looking more closely, you see that her labia look much more luscious than you remember them. Feeling @@.orange;Bridget@@ clamping down on you seems to be more than just your imagination. It's getting strong enough that it hurts now, but it's a pain you're more than willing to tolerate. Finally, you explode into her, a fresh, huge torrent of semen no doubt plastering @@.orange;Bridget@@'s insides right now. Not a millisecond after you unload into her, her whole body shudders in what looks like the most intense display of pleasure you've ever seen, on her, or on anybody. She contents herself with collapsing on top of your chest, still conscious, but choosing to revel in the feelings coursing through her body right now, instead of letting go and untying you. After she feels she has taken enough time, she moves off you, lying on her back on the floor, her legs raised in a 90Â° angle. She rummages through her purse until she finds an object that she seemingly plugs her vagina with. She then gets up, starts dressing and, seeing that you're shooting her a weird glance, starts finally freeing you. @@.cyan;"Thanks a bunch"@@, you remark sarcastically. @@.orange;"Oh, you crybaby"@@, she counters, @@.orange;"Don't pretend you didn't like it."@@ You have to concede that point, although you're somewhat alienated by the fact that @@.orange;Bridget@@'s hips seem unable to stop twitching slightly in semi-regular intervals. She speaks up once more: @@.orange;"I think that concludes our nightly rendez-vous. I must say I'm more than happy with the profit I made tonight"@@, she shakes her hips playfully while saying that, @@.orange;"The question remains though... [[where do we go from here|Turnabout]]?"@@

You haven't slept all that well. Even though it made sense, postponing the talk on how you two will proceed has left you a little nervous. You're afraid she might take it the wrong way. After you wake up, you get yourself some breakfast and finish up in the bathroom. Not really having any plans for Sunday, you kill some time reading magazines or watching TV. Time passes painfully slowly nonetheless and you can't really focus on anything you do. Finally, after exhausting pretty much everything you could think of doing, noon approaches and your phone rings. <<if $bimbo is 2>>\ @@.bunny;"Heyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!~"@@, [[it chimes from your phone|Fateful Talk - Bimbo]]. <<elseif $bimbo is 1>>\ @@.red;"Hey there, it's Bonnie"@@, [[you hear upon picking up|Fateful Talk - Half-Half]]. <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>\ @@.orange;"Hello stranger"@@, [[a flirty voice coos out of your phone|Fateful Talk - Cumslut]].<<endif>>

@@.cyan;"How are you doing,@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.cyan;"@@, you can't suppress a wide grin at her personality, yet you wonder why she's still keeping up the act. @@.bunny;"I'm like, totally mad at you!"@@, she chastises you, @@.bunny;"What you said to me was total poo!"@@ Finding it hard to disagree with that, you sigh. @@.cyan;"I'm sorry, I really am, but shouldn't I be honest with you? It's not that I disliked what we did, I just prefer the way we used to be together, don't you agree?"@@ You don't think she does, you can see her childish pout before your inner eye right now. @@.bunny;"Like, no! We had so much fuuuuuuuuun. And I wanna have more fun with you, like, none of that old boring crap. Anywayyyyyyy, I think we should meet like super soon so we can have some more fun!"@@ Unsure how to respond, and feeling a little bad for her after all she's done for you, you find it easier to just agree, albeit with some provisions. @@.cyan;"Alright, we can meet up again this Sunday for some... fun. But please don't wear anything unusual, and don't bring any toys, if that's okay."@@ @@.bunny;"Party pooper!"@@, she accuses you through the phone, but finally gives in, @@.bunny;"Ooookaaaaay, if we have to. But I wanna like, see you at home for once!"@@ At this point, you don't see why you should deny her that, if she at least goes back to her normal visits. @@.cyan;"Sure, why not, [[see you on Sunday then.|D-Day]]"@@

@@.cyan;"How are you doing,@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@@@.cyan;"@@, you ask her, still feeling a little guilty. @@.red;"I'm a little disappointed in you, that's all"@@, she replies wistfully. @@.cyan;"I know, I'm sorry for what I said, but I just wanted to be honest with you. Don't you think it would be nice to go back to how we always used to be?"@@, you try to ask diplomatically. @@.red;Bonnie@@'s response is swift and determined. @@.red;"Not really no, but my job's making you happy, so I guess that's what I'll do. I do think we should meet again, sooner this time."@@ After all the effort she went through, you don't think you can deny her that. @@.cyan;"Sure, if you'd like that, we can meet right this Sunday. But no wearing any chokers, flashy outfits and no toys, right?"@@ She ponders this for a moment. @@.red;"Right... under one condition. I want to meet you at home, not in some hotel. We've known each other for years, and I don't even know where you live."@@ @@.cyan;"Fair enough"@@, you concede, not seeing any reason why not to, @@.cyan;"Sunday, [[at my place|D-Day]]."@@

@@.cyan;"Don't know if stranger is the appropriate term"@@, you try to joke, @@.cyan;"How are you doing,@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@@@.cyan;?"@@ @@.orange;"Oh, I'll live"@@, she remarks, both sarcastically and forcefully, @@.orange;"Still, I hadn't taken you for such a wimp."@@ Flinching at her harsh choice of words, you counter: @@.cyan;"I-I'm sorry, I just tried to be honest with you. We always were. If that makes me a wimp, fine, but don't you think there's advantages to going back the way we were?"@@ @@.orange;"I don't."@@ Another harsh reply, right to the point. @@.orange;"Still, I won't say no to a civilised discussion. However we'll meet soon, we won't wait another month to clear things up. Either we do this or we don't."@@ Waiting for a question mark at some point during this statement and not finding one, you see no option but to give in after a short, awkward pause. @@.cyan;"Okay, yeah, we can do that. Meet me this Sunday? Without wearing chokers, flashy outfits and not bringing toys?"@@, you ask, trying your best not to offend. @@.orange;"Fair enough. But if you're going to sneak amendments in, I want one of my own. We'll meet at your place, not some cheap hotel. It's about time I saw how you live, wouldn't you agree?"@@ Surprised that she actually asked your opinion here, you reply hastily. @@.cyan;"Oh... okay, we'll do that. Sunday, [[at my place then.''|D-Day]]@@

You give her directions to your apartment, say goodbye and finally hang up, still unsettled about the whole issue. Your week passes, how else could it be, uneventfully, besides the fact you seem out of it at work, earning you a few glances from some co-workers. They seem to write it down to stress though, and you aren't questioned any further. Eventually, Sunday comes around and you're as nervous as ever. Your guilt reaches its peak, you hope you didn't offend her too much and that her visit will be just like they always were. So you prepare as you always do. Checking your shirt, your face, your hair, the wine. You don't want to let through how nervous you really are, so you do your best to look presentable and composed. Unsurprisingly, <<nobr>><<if $bimbo is 2>>[[there's a knock on the door|A Special Gift Arriving - Bimbo]]<<elseif $bimbo is 1>>[[there's a knock on the door|A Special Gift Arriving - Half-Half]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>[[there's a knock on the door|A Special Gift Arriving - Cumslut]]<<endif>><<endnobr>>.

<<set $bimbo = 2>>\ <<set $date = "Week 0, Sunday">>\ \ You greet @@.bunny;Bunny@@ at the door, trying your best to stay composed. @@.cyan;"Hey@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.cyan;, it's good to see you"@@, you smile at her. @@.bunny;"Hiiiiiiiiiiiyaaaaaaa@@ @@.cyan;Kev-Kev@@@@.bunny;! I'm so happy to be here!"@@, sounds the familiar blare of her voice as she hugs you deeply, then proceeds to drop her blindingly bright pink purse on a table nearby and walks past you into the apartment. You're relieved to see that she at least stopped wearing the choker, although her attitude and the rest of her outfit seems unchanged. @@.bunny;"Wowiiiiiiiiiiiie, this place is like tooootally cool!"@@, she marvels, @@.bunny;"You must be, like, a dillionaire or something."@@ Trying to muster a somewhat serious response, you tell her: @@.cyan;"No,@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.cyan;. I'm not a... dillionaire, I still work my office job. But yeah, I like my apartment too."@@ You feel somewhat proud for the awkward indirect compliment she gave you, which says a lot about you, if you're being honest. @@.bunny;"Waaaaah..."@@, she's still amazed. Deciding to let her continue with her fascinated gaze around your apartment, you fetch the wine in the meantime. As you move towards the kitchen, you see @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s purse is propped open slightly. [[Sparkling back at you, you think you see the BIMBO choker in there|A Special Gift Received - BIMBO]].

<<set $bimbo = 1>>\ <<set $date = "Week 0, Sunday">>\ <<set $cumslut = 1>>\ \ You open up, greeting @@.red;Bonnie@@, very relieved to see that she looks a lot like you know her. Provocative, yet not a garishly pink or Femme Fatale-like look that you've seen the past two months. @@.red;"It's good to see you,@@ @@.cyan;Kevin@@", she greets you back with a warm smile on her face. Your worries are almost entirely erased at this point, you feel like everything is going to be fine between you two. @@.red;"So this is your apartment, huh?"@@, she muses, @@.red;"Not too shabby, not at all."@@ You grin at that comment and tell her to take a closer look if she wants to, while you go fetch the wine. She thanks you, but rather retrieves a mirror from her purse to retouch her makeup, it seems. While she opens the purse, you have a glimpse into it, and you could swear there was a familiar sparkle, seeking out your eyes. You only get a quick look, but you try to think, you're sure that was one of the chokers, but which one was it? You think it was [[the BIMBO choker|A Special Gift Received - BIMBO]]. Or maybe it was [[the CUMSLUT choker|A Special Gift Received - CUMSLUT]]?

<<set $cumslut = 2>>\ <<set $date = "Week 0, Sunday">>\ \ @@.orange;"Hello there"@@, the by now familiar silky voice encapsulates you immediately as you fetch the door. @@.cyan;"Good evening, it's great to see you,@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@@@.cyan;"@@, you greet back. @@.orange;"I know"@@, she replies confidently, moving past you into the apartment, dropping her purse nonchalantly on a small table near the door. She eyes her surroundings for a minute before stating simply, @@.orange;"A decent place to lay your head, if not much else."@@ With how she's been lately, you take it as a compliment and thank her. Evidently, neither her demeanour, nor her overly provocative looks seem to have reverted to normal, though you notice reassuringly that she dropped the choker at least. @@.orange;"So, you wanted to go back to 'normal', didn't you? Then why don't you start by being a darling and fetch us some wine, just like you used to."@@ Finding that to be a good idea and not being able to resist that confident smile she shoots you right afterwards anyway, you move towards the kitchen, passing @@.orange;Bridget@@'s purse. Having it in your sights for just a glimpse is enough to reveal something you seem to recognise. [[Sparkling back at you, you think you see the CUMSLUT choker in there|A Special Gift Received - CUMSLUT]].

Coming up with countless explanations for why that could be in there, you continue into the kitchen. @@.cyan;"She said she got it from somebody, so maybe she's returning it"@@, is the reason you finally settle on. Either way, you don't really care. She isn't wearing it anymore and that's the first step. <<if $cumslut is 2>>Even with the way @@.orange;Bridget@@ is behaving today, you think you should just give her some time to get over it. If other clients requested her to appear like that, it might be hard to break that habit now.<<endif>> You're sure everything will work out just fine. You continue looking for two clean wine glasses and pick up the bottle. Just as you do so, you hear some movement behind you, and before you can turn around, [[feel a pressure on your throat, followed by a metallic *click*|A Special Gift Worn - CUMSLUT]].

Coming up with countless explanations for why that could be in there, you continue into the kitchen. @@.cyan;"She said she got it from somebody, so maybe she's returning it"@@, is the reason you finally settle on. Either way, you don't really care. She isn't wearing it anymore and that's the first step. <<if $bimbo is 2>>Even with the way @@.bunny;Bunny@@ is behaving today, you think you should just give her some time to get over it. If other clients requested her to appear like that, it might be hard to break that habit now.<<endif>> You're sure everything will work out just fine. You continue looking for two clean wine glasses and pick up the bottle. Just as you do so, you hear some movement behind you, and before you can turn around, [[feel a pressure on your throat, followed by a metallic *click*|A Special Gift Worn - BIMBO]].

<<set $bimboChoker = 1>>\ \ Right after that clicking sound, you feel odd. It's subtle, but the best way to describe it would be a veil descending upon your brain, enveloping it completely, but without touching it. You don't make much of it right now, discounting it as a side effect of your surprise. @@.cyan;"What the hell, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>?!"@@, you exclaim. As you turn around, you see <<if $bimbo is 1>>a laughing @@.red;Bonnie@@, enjoying the undoubtably hilarious sight that you presently are.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ drifting into a @@.bunny;giggling@@ fit, leaving the kitchen to collapse on your bed.@@<<endif>> You search the nearest mirror and your apprehension has been confirmed. [[A sparkly choker, spelling out "BIMBO", is gracing your throat.|A Special Gift Rejected - BIMBO]]

<<set $cumslutChoker = 1>>\ \ Right after that clicking sound, you start to feel odd. You're hungry, but somehow in a different way that you can't pinpoint. You decide to pick up something from the fruit basket in a minute, but right now, you've got something else you're focusing on. @@.cyan;"What the hell, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>?!"@@, you exclaim. As you turn around, you see <<if $cumslut is 1>>a laughing @@.red;Bonnie@@, enjoying this undoubtably hilarious sight that you presently are.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ standing there, leaning against the counter and just smiling at you with a sense of satisfaction.@@<<endif>> You search the nearest mirror and your apprehension has been confirmed. [[A sparkly choker, spelling out "CUMSLUT", is gracing your throat.|A Special Gift Rejected - CUMSLUT]]

After a moment of shock, you walk away from the mirror to confront <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> about this latest surprise. @@.cyan;"Care to explain?"@@, you ask her in a forceful voice. <<if $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"What's wrong, don't you want to be my@@ @@.pink;Bimbo@@ @@.bunny;sister?"@@, as she says that @@.pink;word@@, you feel that veil surrounding your brain rupture, tearing into thousands of pieces. Those particles now cloud the inside of your skull, just sitting there, like a fog. Goddamn, you're out of it tonight. @@.bunny;"Come here and let's plaaaaaaay! I got the cutest new thong I totally need to show you!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ squeals. You feel yourself heat up more than you thought possible, just at the mention of @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s underwear. You try to compose yourself. @@.cyan;"Look, I'm as excited as you, but the joke's over, alright? Can you please, please, take this off?"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ snickers, visibly amused. @@.bunny;"No way, sis! I had like, so much fun, I want you to feel even funner! Stop talking and let's plaaaaahaaaaayy!!"@@ That's definitely not what you wanted to hear, but fiddling with the choker, you can't seem to get it off. You're stuck with it for now. @@.bunny;"Are you done already? Playtime is what I [[came here for|A Special Gift Bound - BIMBO]]."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What?"@@, she doesn't understand why you're upset. @@.red;"<em>You</em> suggested we should go back to the way we used to be. We poked fun at each other all the time. Why do you make such a big deal out of this?"@@, she wants to know. That's a whole different story then. You drop your guard visibly, which @@.red;Bonnie@@ comments on: @@.red;"I just wanted you to be my@@ @@.pink;Bimbo@@ @@.red;for one night."@@ As she says that @@.pink;word@@, you feel that veil surrounding your brain rupture, tearing into thousands of pieces. Those particles now cloud the inside of your skull, just sitting there, like a fog. Goddamn, you're out of it tonight. Interrupting your thoughts, @@.red;Bonnie@@ approaches you, gives you a deep kiss and says @@.red;"Relax already, and let's get started on what I [[came here for|A Special Gift Bound - BIMBO]]."@@<<endif>>

After a moment of shock, you walk away from the mirror to confront <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> about this latest surprise. @@.cyan;"Care to explain?"@@, you ask her in a forceful voice. <<if $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"What's wrong,@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.orange;?"@@, as she says that word, you feel a pulsing energy shooting through you, from your heart outwards to every limb. Damn, you really should've picked up an apple from the fruit basket, your hunger's killing you. Now, she shoots you the widest, most mischievous grin you've ever seen on her, @@.orange;"Need a load to calm yourself a little?"@@ You feel yourself heat up, apparently losing your patience with her. @@.cyan;"This might be funny to you, but the joke's over, alright? Can you please, please, take this off?"@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@ snickers, visibly amused. @@.orange;"Yes, that's how I like it, beg for it!"@@, she teases you, @@.orange;"Seriously though, I had to debase myself like I did, just for you, and you're complaining that I want a little amusement in return?"@@ That's definitely not how you see it, but fiddling with the choker, you can't seem to get it off. You're stuck with it for now. @@.orange;"Relax already, and let's get started on what I [[came here for|A Special Gift Bound - CUMSLUT]]."@@<<elseif $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"What?"@@, she doesn't understand why you're upset. @@.red;"<em>You</em> suggested we should go back to the way we used to be. We poked fun at each other all the time. Why do you make such a big deal out of this?"@@, she wants to know. That's a whole different story then. You drop your guard visibly, which @@.red;Bonnie@@ comments on: @@.red;"I just wanted for you to be my@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@ @@.red;for one night."@@ As she says that word, you feel a pulsing energy shooting through you, from your heart outwards to every limb. Damn, you really should've picked up an apple from the fruit basket, your hunger's killing you. Interrupting your thoughts, @@.red;Bonnie@@ approaches you, gives you a deep kiss and says @@.red;"Relax already, and let's get started on what I [[came here for|A Special Gift Bound - CUMSLUT]]."@@<<endif>>

<<set $naked = 1>>\ Still a little shaken by those weird emotions you're having, you content yourself with <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> taking the lead. You get excited so fast, you can't believe it. This feels even better than it did the last two times. As you ponder why that may be, you find odd thoughts intruding on your internal monologue. @@.azure;"I wonder if I can get her to cum on my face"@@, you think to yourself. What the hell? Something is clearly wrong here, but you can hardly do much right now. You resolve to take care of <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> first, and just bathe in the pleasure, no matter what drunken stray thoughts you occupy yourself with. Both of you are fiercely entangled, kneading, kissing and sucking every spot on your bodies. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ is now getting to work on your dick, taking your whole length into her mouth. You are delighted to see that some of the better parts of your sexual experimentation have stuck.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ is now resolved to get to work on you, basically jumping on your dick, mouth first. Like before, she doesn't seem to know you are even there, your dick occupying her entire being right now. Her bobbing is almost hypnotic, her @@.orange;thick, soft lips@@ massaging your entire length again and again. This display drops you deep into thought once more. @@.azure;"I wish I could get my love pillows to look this pretty, wrapped around a nice, juicy cock..."@@ Before you can even consider the implications, this very thought is what pushes you over the edge, <strong>[[hard|A Special Gift Affecting - CUMSLUT]]</strong>.<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>After getting you ready and lubed up with her saliva, she switches positions, now wanting some pleasure of her own. @@.red;Bonnie@@ is rocking up and down your length, the loud slapping and her beginning moans accompanying your love-making. As love-making turns into rough fucking, the display has a rather hypnotic effect on you, @@.red;Bonnie@@'s pussy perpetually massaging your length up and down, like an unstoppable engine. It is at that point, that your mind drifts off again. You lose control, lose yourself, in the pleasure you feel, and it seems to enhance every sensation for every ounce of control that leaves you. Before you can even consider the implications, this is what pushes you over the edge, <strong>[[hard|A Special Gift Affecting - CUMSLUT]]</strong>.<<endif>>

<<set $naked = 1>>\ Still a little shaken by those weird things you're imagining, you content yourself with <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> taking the lead. You get excited so fast, you can't believe it. This feels even better than it did the last two times. As you ponder why that may be, you find odd thoughts intruding on your internal monologue. @@.pink;"Will she mind lending me those <<if $bimbo is 2>>hoop<<endif>> ear rings? They look so cute!"@@, you think to yourself. What the hell? Something is clearly wrong here, but you can hardly do much right now. You resolve to take care of <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> first, and just bathe in the pleasure, no matter what drunken stray thoughts you occupy yourself with. Both of you are fiercely entangled, kneading, kissing and sucking every spot on your bodies. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ is now getting to work on your dick, taking your whole length into her mouth. You are delighted to see that some of the better parts of your sexual experimentation have stuck.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ is now resolved to get to work on you, basically jumping on your dick, mouth first. You see her looking up at you occasionally, that by now familiar dumb smile on her face every time she does. Her bobbing is almost hypnotic, her @@.bunny;bright pink lips@@ massaging your entire length again and again. This display drops you deep into thought once more. @@.pink;"I wonder if I could get my lips to look this pretty, wrapped around a nice, hard cock..."@@ Before you can even consider the implications, this very thought is what pushes you over the edge, <strong>[[hard|A Special Gift Affecting - BIMBO]]</strong>.<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>After getting you ready and lubed up with her saliva, she switches positions, now wanting some pleasure of her own. @@.red;Bonnie@@ is rocking up and down your length, the loud slapping and her beginning moans accompanying your love-making. As love-making turns into rough fucking, the display has a rather hypnotic effect on you, @@.red;Bonnie@@'s pussy perpetually massaging your length up and down, like an unstoppable engine. It is at that point, that your mind drifts off again. You lose control, lose yourself, in the pleasure you feel, and it seems to enhance every sensation for every ounce of control that leaves you. Before you can even consider the implications, this is what pushes you over the edge, <strong>[[hard|A Special Gift Affecting - BIMBO]]</strong>.<<endif>>

You lie on your back for a good while, bathing in the sensations of probably the strongest, most intense orgasm you experienced in your life. Not that you would admit it, considering your thoughts<<if $bimbo is 1>> (or lack thereof)<<endif>> all throughout the process... Slowly, you realise that you've actually passed up a lot of opportunities to get suspicious, always giving either <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> or natural laws the benefit of the doubt. Your situation is extremely curious, and you start trying to think up an explanation for all those thoughts you've been having, ever since... <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Was I so rough that you don't know where you are anymore?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up with a joke, startling you. You were so lost in thought that you completely forgot she was still in the room. It takes you a few seconds after processing the joke through your, still rather slowly recuperating, system, to see she is liberally squirting a bottle of lube. You sit up to see what exactly she's applying the lubricant to, revealing that @@.red;Bonnie@@ brought a dildo to your apartment again, just like the last two times. What's so special about this one though, is that it's actually attached to her panties right now and has a really strange shape. Not having any experience with sex toys like this, you can't fathom what for. @@.cyan;"Um... What are you planning there?"@@, you ask, <em>very</em> nervous. @@.red;"Oh, that's easy; I'm going to [[fuck you silly|Another Special Gift, Inserting - BIMBO]]!"@@, she responds without a hint of joking this time.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Heya,@@ @@.pink;Bimbo@@ @@.bunny; sis! Didja have lots and lots of funfun?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ chirps, startling you. You were so lost in thought that you completely forgot she was still in the room. Her saying that @@.pink;word@@ again stuns your, still rather slowly recuperating, system, but soon you see she is liberally squirting a bottle of lube. You sit up to see what exactly she's applying the lubricant to, revealing that @@.bunny;Bunny@@ brought a dildo to your apartment again, just like the last two times. What's so special about this one though, is that it's actually attached to her panties right now and has a really strange shape. Not having any experience with sex toys like this, you can't fathom what for. @@.cyan;"Um... What are you planning there?"@@, you ask, <em>very</em> nervous. @@.bunny;"Oh, easy peasy; I'm gonna [[fuck you silly|Another Special Gift, Inserting - BIMBO]]! *teehee*"@@, she responds gleefully.<<endif>>

Seriously frightened at this point, you try to brace yourself, but just as you attempt to get up from your seated position, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> jumps you much faster than your dulled mind allows you to react. In the middle of trying to get up, you topple over, landing on your back. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> uses the momentum from your fall and actually manages to roll you on your belly, then quickly grabbing your thighs and pulling them towards her. At this point, you can already feel the head of the rubber cock resting against your sphincter, sending a chilling shiver coursing through your body. You arch your back instinctively, not knowing where that came from, as <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> gently pulls on your thighs, and pushes forward her pelvis. Your vision flashes blank white as the tip enters, the feeling indescribable, yet distinctly painful and discomforting at the same time. Still unable to move, you hear a voice from behind you. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Hmmmmmm, that's right, soak it all in"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ coos, her tone, weirdly, relaxing you a tiny bit. As she speaks, she continues entering you at a steady pace, taking great care.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oooooh, look at you, sis! Believe, me I totally know how you feel, isn't it just so super hot??"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ cheers you on while making it ever further inside you.<<endif>> You feel the fog in your head thickening, @@.pink;pinkening@@ (@@.cyan;"Wha-??"@@), but you don't care for that, or for anything right now. You need to get out of this. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> still has the better position, so your efforts to topple her over are futile. Choosing another approach, you start using your arms blindly, trying to push her off the bed, or at least off you. Evading the first meek pushes, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> smartens up though, actually grabbing your arm this time. Faster than you, she also gets hold of your other arm, pinning both of them down on your back. Fuck. You have absolutely no leverage now, to the contrary, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> does. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Violence against women? That isn't you at all. Maybe I ought to teach you a lesson, get you in the right state of mind again"@@, and once she finished that last sentence, she pulls her pelvis all the way back, relinquishing the progress she has made through your hole, only to push right back in with one hard thrust.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"*teehee* I see you're in a playful mood already. That's the spirit!"@@, you can just picture the huge smile on her dumb face right now. @@.bunny;"Hitting people is mean though, and you know what we do with meanies?"@@ You don't actually want to know, but you're about to. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ starts pulling back, leaving your hole almost entirely, only to push right back in with one hard thrust.<<endif>> Not managing anything else, you emit a loud, short, painful groan. @@.cyan;"AAAARGH"@@, it echoes through your apartment, as [[you're being deflowered|The Most Special of Gifts - BIMBO]].

It is at this point that you conclude you have lost. Even if <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> let go of your arms now, even if she let you turn around on your back so you can push her off you with your legs, you know you couldn't. You know this, because you just now came to realise that, some 5 or 10 thrusts ago, the friction of the dildo against the walls of your asshole started being anything but painful. To the contrary, you're starting to feel like you've been drugged. You're positively high right now. High on @@.pink;COCK@@. The otherworldly satisfaction you derive from getting railed is not the only thing helping you reach this conclusion, it's also the fact that you seem to drift in and out of consciousness constantly. Focusing on the sounds filling the room, you notice a voice, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@'s<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@'s<<endif>> thrusts. @@.pink;"Hng. Ng. Guh. Huh. Huh. Guh. Nguh"@@, the pattern repeats over and over again, never failing to match the tidal wave that is the rubber cock alternatingly ebbing and flowing through you. However, you're certain that it's not <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@'s<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@'s<<endif>> voice. But that could only mean it's...@@.pink;"...me?"@@, you manage to break the pattern of moans with that utterance, convincing you that you haven't only given in to being used like a bitch in heat, but also to [[squealing like one|A Special Gift of the Mind - BIMBO]].

Resigning yourself to that fact, since you know there's no way to leave your position right now, and you're steadily growing uncertain if you even want to, you divert your focus back to your state of mind. Concentrating fiercely, you manage to make a few observations, simply going by your feelings, however that works. It appears that your brain has actually molten down, now a liquid glob held together in roughly the same shape as before by some unknown gravitational force. Suddenly, there's movement in the pink fog that's surrounding your brain goop. While it never actually touched your brain, you see it starting to creep into the liquid mass, forming pink bubbles inside. Hearing an exhausted but cheerful voice from behind, telling you <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Oh, you are going to make such a marvelous little@@ @@.pink;Bimbo@@@@.red;"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh my GAWD! You'll be, like, the bestest@@ @@.pink;Bimbo@@ @@.bunny;sis ever ever ever!"@@<<endif>>, is enough to push your consciousness into one of these bubbles, [[ascending upward as your mind drifts into sleep|Above the Stars - BIMBO]].

Waking up from your dream, you feel instantly refreshed and clear of mind. But where are you exactly. Where's <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>? Worrying about yourself first, you seem to notice that you're hanging in pink... fluff. Hanging may not be the right term, it's actually like the most comfortable bed you've ever lain in, but it feels like being stuck in a gigantic bowl of cotton candy. Seeing a glimpse of light, you dig a way for yourself and finally reach the end, eventually standing on solid ground again. You brush some of your platinum blonde hair out of your face with a well-manicured hand. Looking around, you find yourself in a gigantic mall, not much less pink than the fluff-like substance you were encapsulated in moments ago. You feel your stomach rumoring, indicating that you're getting a bit hungry, when you realise that everything in this mall appears to be free. Hardly believing your luck, you pass a counter giving out dick-shaped lollipops. Not being able to help yourself, you announce with delight: @@.pink;"Oh Gawd, that's totes adorbs!"@@ Grabbing one for yourself, you shove it into your mouth, absentmindedly sucking on it while exploring the mall some further. You feel absolutely at home. Secure, happy, anxious to see every single store. At least you thought you were, when you pass a boutique. @@.pink;"Like, no way!"@@, you exclaim, somewhat hindered by your slowly diminishing lollipop still resting in your mouth. All these beautiful clothes and shoes... You find your vision completely centered on these objects, everything else a grey blur as opposed to the pink, glowing light that envelops your view, and you spend hours upon hours trying on as many outfits as you can, not giving the rest of the mall a second thought. After you've tried on more pairs of shoes than you'd seen in the previous decades of your life, a clerk approaches you. @@.blue;"I'm sorry, Miss. We're closing now, I'll accompany you to the exit"@@, he explains to you. Now that he talks about closing, you notice that you've gotten a little tired yourself, your eyes closing on their own occasionally. So you agree, follow him to the mall exit, where your bubble awaits you. You enter it, but not before telling the clerk that he's a @@.pink;poopiehead@@ and silently complimenting yourself for that clever retort. As you enter the bubble, it immediately begins its decent, and so do you, [[into a deep sleep|Below the Stars - BIMBO]].

<<set $bimboStats = 1>>\ <<set $nameColour = 1>>\ <<set $brainDrain = 1>>\ \ Waking up from your dream, you feel insanely dizzy and your mind is as hazy as you never felt before. You don't yet know where anybody is, and you don't really care to, you can't even feel your limbs right now. What you do notice is that your face, or at least one side of it, seems to be completely wet. As more of your senses return to you, the reason becomes obvious. You're once again lying on the bed, face down, ass up, your cheek resting in the puddle of drool that gets larger and larger as your mouth is still hanging open. Another puddle seems to touch your body, this time around your groin area. Oh no... you didn't actually cum from being @@.pink;fucked in the ass, repeatedly and violently...?@@ As you approach that thought, you distance yourself a bit further from clearing your head. A small post-ejaculation string of jizz escapes your dick in reaction, your mouth still hanging open quite loosely. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> uses this opportunity, fetching a little makeup kit from her purse, and applying some to your face. There's nothing you can do to stop her. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"There you go. A few more days and you'll look the part of@@ @@.pink;Bimbo Queen@@ @@.red;better than anybody. Aren't you excited?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ teases you, her @@.pink;choice of words@@ echoing through your mind. @@.pink;"Kebb eggshyted"@@, is all you can muster. Not quite the sarcastic @@.cyan;"Oh yeah, I'm sooo excited"@@ you were shooting for. Hell, you've been @@.pink;fucked so silly@@, (a buzz flows through your brain, you have to stop thinking like this) you can't even muster @@.pink;"Kevin excited"@@. Having your face stuffed into the bed doesn't help, but that's hardly any consolation right now. @@.red;"I'm going to fetch a mirror for you, this is just too exquisite"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ tells you, exhilarated, storming off in [[search of a mirror|Your Appearance Revisited - BIMBO]].<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"SQUEEEEEEEE, you look like <strong>such</strong> a@@ @@.pink;WHORE@@ @@.bunny;right now, you know that?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ squeaks into your ear. @@.pink;"Kebb such a whore"@@, you reply, not even realising what you said, your smile widening regardless and your brain buzzing wildly, shooting you full of hormones @@.pink;and stuff@@ making you feel @@.pink;so, so happy@@... @@.bunny;Bunny@@ has trouble containing her excitement. @@.bunny;"OMG, I know! You totally have to see yourself. Your body still looks like an icky guy's, but that's changing already and the biggest@@ @@.pink;Bimbo Slut@@ @@.bunny;couldn't make a face like yours right now!!"@@, she giggles to herself, her words following you long after @@.bunny;Bunny@@ has left in [[search of a mirror|Your Appearance Revisited - BIMBO]].<<endif>>

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Wrestling yourself out of your drunken stupor, you know something is going terribly wrong and you're scared shitless. You'll have to do your best to get some information out of <<if $bimbo is 1 or $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> if you want to have any hopes of ending this before it gets worse. You feel capable enough to ask some questions now. <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;"What the fuck is going on?"@@, is the first one you decide to put forth.<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;"What the fuck is going on?"@@, is the first one you decide to put forth.<<endif>> You immediately notice that your voice has changed, not by much, but noticeably. It's embarassing. <<if $bimboStats is 1 and $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Now that's not what I expect to hear out of the mouth of such a@@ @@.pink;bubbly@@ @@.red;little@@ @@.pink;Bimbo@@@@.red;"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ mocks you and it sticks. @@.red;"Surely you're starting to put things together, so you should have also realised being nice to me is key here."@@ You concede that you have no leverage and resign yourself to listen to her, after apologising politely. @@.red;"Now that's the spirit. To put it bluntly, you had it coming"@@, she explains. @@.red;"You've taken me up on my offer to spice things up a little, but from there on out, you haven't taken an interest in my well-being at all!"@@, she accuses you. @@.red;"When you finally allow me to take those cursed things off, you make it all about yourself, how 'you're not comfortable' and 'you want to go back to the way we were'"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ presents these accusations in a mocking voice. @@.red;"After I've come to you, a sperm addicted mess, you think to yourself, 'why not make her a total ditz next?'"@@ @@.red;"Well, look at you now, aren't you having a laugh? Now you can spend your time seeking out the closest seed dispenser for all I care. And your boss had some interesting things to say too"@@, she goes on. You didn't even know she had any contact with @@.robert;Robert@@. @@.red;"That's right, he actually contacted me, wanted to ask me what I'm about and why I'm servicing you, if I could cease blablabla. The reason for this is curious, because he told me that you had had a conversation about me, a few days before he called. It never crossed your mind to tell me your boss knows about me and that he's not exactly approving?"@@ @@.red;"But it gets better, he tells me that, in this conversation, you've taken a rather dismissive attitude towards me, not offering a single word of opposition when he asked you to cut me off. When were you going to do that, exactly? And do you honestly believe that he would fire you for some bullshit like this? <strong>You</strong>? You sit behind some desk in a cubicle, what does he care about your sex life, he can't fire you for that, so don't tell me 'you did it for the job'. You always told me you're just coasting there, just doing enough to not get noticed."@@ You haven't thought about it like that. She brought it up, so you naturally assumed she was okay with it, not counting on any supernatural objects to force her into it. However, you doubt that's what she wants to hear right now. Treading carefully, you ask, in the politest of ways, what will happen to you now, what <em>has</em> happened to you. @@.red;"Well, you're just going to have to see, aren't you?"@@, she counters. @@.red;"I will give you a few pointers, since I'm not as cruel as <strong>you</strong>. 1. You should avoid getting fucked too hard, as if that's surprising. That includes <em>any</em> type of sex. I had to learn this the hard way, if you get boned so hard that you're starting to lose your mind, if you revel so much in the sensation of servicing somebody, you will get dumber for it and continue down the path to become a proper@@ @@.pink;Bimbo Queen@@@@.red;. Not wanting to get railed 24/7 seems like logic right now, but wait and see. 2. I can talk to you and see what you see, through the choker. Surprised? Yeah, if you had known how, you could've spied on me during the time I was wearing it. Better get used to my watchful eye. 3. You have 7 days. As I pointed out, I'm not as cruel as you are, so I'm giving you a date to look forward to. You should try not to let your brain fry too much... it's been through that process once already, I'd advise you to keep it under five times total if you want to keep some semblance of your former self. Less than that if you start going <em>really</em> wild. We'll review your progress then, next Sunday, in your apartment again."@@ @@.red;"That's all I have for you right now. I've already told your boss you might want to take a week off, so don't worry about going to work tomorrow. However, you might want to see about getting your new life together, maybe do a little shopping?"@@ With those words, she leaves you. Exhausted from this mind-boggling cascade of information, and your new fate, [[you drop to sleep immediately|Going down the BIMBO path]].<<elseif $bimboStats is 1 and $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"B-but..."@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ begins to stutter, tears beginning to form in her eyes, @@.bunny;"I just wanted to have a@@ @@.pink;Bimbo sis@@ @@.bunny; like you! I had... *sniff* ...had so much fun and I just wanted you to have lots of fun too!"@@ You realise what you've done with your foul language here, you're basically talking to a child. Going over to @@.bunny;Bunny@@, you give her a big hug to calm her down and apologise for your behaviour. She takes the gesture a little further than you intended it to go, planting a soft, @@.bunny;pink@@ kiss on your lips, pushing something into your mouth. @@.pink;"What was that about now,@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;?"@@, you ask her in a stern voice. You notice that what she shoved into your mouth was actually a wad of gum. Instinctively, you start chewing, and after a while, consciously continue with it, enjoying how it seems to calm your mind. So, so @@.pink;caaaaaaalm...@@<<set $mentalStrain = 3>> Even as @@.bunny;ditzy@@ as @@.bunny;Bunny@@ is, she notices your momentarily druggy expression and tries to take advantage of it. @@.bunny;"*giggle* Sorry,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I just love you so much, I can't help it!!! Don't you love me too?"@@, she wants to hear from you. @@.pink;"Of coursh I love you,@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;"@@, you reassure her. Something's up, but your concentration reasserts itself and you pay it no mind. Naturally, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ is set into a fit of @@.bunny;giggles@@ by hearing you say that, but you resolve to find some answers now. @@.pink;"Alright. Now, I need to know a few things and you gotta try helping me, okay?"@@, you ask her. She nods enthusiastically. @@.pink;"Okay, great! So, what can you tell me about the choker, how does it work? What can it do?"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ cartoonishly furrows her eyebrows and looks in the top corner of the room, thinking hard for a few seconds before replying: @@.bunny;"Well, the nice lady who gave it to me said that it was super fun, and it'd be even funnerer if I put it on somebody else too. She was right! *giggle* She also said I can kinda talk to you if I put the choky thingie on you, like a sexy cell phone *teehee*"@@, she explains. Having a sudden idea, you ask: @@.pink;"But wait, can't I just remove the choker? Will that stop all the changes?"@@ At this, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ suddenly gets very upset, and tells you in no uncertain terms, @@.bunny;"No, you party pooper, you're gonna wear it for at least a week!"@@ @@.pink;"Yes, Mistress"@@, your mouth says without consulting your brain, leaving you stunned for a moment. @@.bunny;"Miss what? Oh rightey *teehee*, the nice lady also said that you gotta listen to what I say if I put the pretty thingie on your neck!"@@ she remembers. This is bad news. @@.pink;"Okay, of course. I always listen to your advice"@@, you try to placate her, which isn't exactly hard considering her intellect. Then again, if you're not careful, people might be saying the same thing about you soon. @@.pink;"About that lady though, do you recall where and when you met her?"@@, you inquire further. @@.bunny;"Dunno, it was in the mall somewhere"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ reveals to you. At least you've got one lead out of this. You take a look at the clock. Pretty late. Shit, and tomorrow's Monday already! You can't go into the office like this, you make a mental note to call in tomorrow and sacrifice the last week of your vacation time. Good thing you didn't use that up entirely yet. @@.pink;"Alright@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;, thank you so much for your help! I'm getting really tired though, is it okay if I go to sleep and we talk another time?"@@ Seeing @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s childishly exaggerated yawn at your mention of sleeping, you anticipate her answer: @@.bunny;"Ooooh, Bunny sleepy too. I'm gonna call you through your choky lots and lots *teehee* and I'll meet you again in a week, right here in your super cool apartment."@@ You finalise your goodbyes. Exhausted from this mind-boggling cascade of information, and your new fate, [[you drop to sleep immediately|Going down the BIMBO path]].<<elseif $cumslutStats is 1 and $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Ooh, got a dirty mouth on ya, don't you?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ mocks you. @@.red;"Surely you're starting to put things together, so you should have also realised being nice to me is key here."@@ You concede that you have no leverage and resign yourself to listen to her, after apologising politely. @@.red;"Now that's the spirit. To put it bluntly, you had it coming"@@, she explains. @@.red;"You've taken me up on my offer to spice things up a little, but from there on out, you haven't taken an interest in my well-being at all!"@@, she accuses you. @@.red;"When you finally allow me to take those cursed things off, you make it all about yourself, how 'you're not comfortable' and 'you want to go back to the way we were'"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ presents these accusations in a mocking voice. @@.red;"After I've come to you, the impersonation of a ditz, you think to yourself, 'why don't we add a sperm addiction to that?'"@@ @@.red;"Well, look at you now, aren't you having a laugh? Now you can spend your time seeking out the closest seed dispenser for all I care. And your boss had some interesting things to say too"@@, she goes on. You didn't even know she had any contact with @@.robert;Robert@@. @@.red;"That's right, he actually contacted me, wanted to ask me what I'm about and why I'm servicing you, if I could cease blablabla. The reason for this is curious, because he told me that you had had a conversation about me, a few days before he called. It never crossed your mind to tell me your boss knows about me and that he's not exactly approving?"@@ @@.red;"But it gets better, he tells me that, in this conversation, you've taken a rather dismissive attitude towards me, not offering a single word of opposition when he asked you to cut me off. When were you going to do that, exactly? And do you honestly believe that he would fire you for some bullshit like this? <strong>You</strong>? You sit behind some desk in a cubicle, what does he care about your sex life, he can't fire you for that, so don't tell me 'you did it for the job'. You always told me you're just coasting there, just doing enough to not get noticed."@@ You haven't thought about it like that. She brought it up, so you naturally assumed she was okay with it, not counting on any supernatural objects to force her into it. However, you doubt that's what she wants to hear right now. Treading carefully, you ask, in the politest of ways, what will happen to you now, what <em>has</em> happened to you. @@.red;"Well, you're just going to have to see, aren't you?"@@, she counters. @@.red;"I will give you a few pointers, since I'm not as cruel as <strong>you</strong>. 1. You should avoid swallowing too many loads. That includes <em>any</em> type of sex. I had to learn this the hard way, but no matter which way, if somebody jizzes on the floor and you lick it up, somebody cums straight down your throat, somebody cums straight in your ass,"@@, all this talk about getting loads blown into you is making you heat up, @@.red;"your tunnel vision will get increasingly stronger and at some point, your entire field of view will be darkish grey, with little white spots of heaven under every guy's pants. This might seem obvious now, but give it a few days and you'll see. 2. I can talk to you and see what you see, through the choker. Surprised? Yeah, if you had known how, you could've spied on me during the time I was wearing it. Better get used to my watchful eye. 3. You have 7 days. As I pointed out, I'm not as cruel as you are, so I'm giving you a date to look forward to. You should try not to let your brain fry too much... it's been through that process once already, I'd advise you to keep it under five times total if you want to keep some semblance of your former self. Less than that if you start going <em>really</em> wild. We'll review your progress then, next Sunday, in your apartment again."@@ @@.red;"That's all I think. I told you about eating your own semen, right? No? Just don't do it. It might calm your hunger temporarily, but you'll find yourself more starved than ever just a short while later. If you ejaculate into somebody and they feed your own ejaculate back to you however, expect to become more addicted permanently, just like through regular, 'foreign' loads. It isn't just about who the juices come from, it's also the way you ingest them."@@ @@.red;"Now I'm really off though, I've got my own affairs to attend to. Hah, Mondays... Oh, that means you have to go to work, doesn't it?"@@, before giving you time to answer, she turns around, waving at you, @@.red;"Byebye!"@@ With those words, she leaves you. Exhausted from this mind-boggling cascade of information, and your new fate, [[you drop to sleep immediately|Going down the CUMSLUT path]].<<elseif $cumslutStats is 1 and $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Language, miss"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ scolds you. @@.orange;"If you're going to take that attitude I might not explain anything to you, you have no leverage here."@@ Conceding that point, you apologise and listen intently after asking her again what's happening to you. @@.orange;"Simple, I need a reliable source of ejaculate"@@, she states matter-of-factly. You're unable to make much sense of it, but fortunately @@.orange;Bridget@@ elaborates. @@.orange;"You've seen how I behaved in my two 'special' sessions with you, and now you've felt@@ @@.azure;the hunger@@ @@.orange;yourself."@@ That @@.azure;word@@... it redirects your attention to your condition, and by extension, to the cum puddle your now flaccid penis is resting in. Attempting to alleviate your own craving, you reposition yourself on the bed, lapping at the pool of sperm like a dog, all while staring intently at @@.orange;Bridget@@ who again seems as delighted as she could be at this @@.azure;slutty@@, @@.azure;humiliating@@ display.<<set $hunger = 3>> @@.orange;"Do go on, I wouldn't want to interrupt your due dinner"@@, she smirks, making you feel horribly ashamed. But not enough to stop you. @@.orange;"Anyway, I found that even after the choker was removed, my... predicament was not. This left me in a peculiar situation. I told you that business was slow lately. I couldn't count on having a client every day, much less more than one per day, especially now that it's gotten even worse. I already found out that consuming my own juices doesn't work, in fact it redoubled the sensations shortly after I was done."@@ You jump a little, but find that you're physically unable to stop. You resign yourself to lapping up more, temporarily satisfying your stomach. @@.orange;"So, I concluded making you into a@@ @@.azure;cum slave@@ @@.orange;is my perfect solution. You'll be craving ejaculate just as much as I am, meaning we can sustain each other indefinitely."@@ You're absolutely stunned by these news, finding no words of reaction. But @@.orange;Bridget@@ continues anyway. @@.orange;"However, I'm starting to have my doubts. Even with your whole load in my mouth, I felt absolutely nothing... Normally I would've been drunk out of my mind, but I actually gave you all of it. Maybe it only works twice with the same partner..."@@, she reflects. @@.orange;"Well, we'll have to figure that bit out I suppose. I'll give you 7 days with the choker. Looking at you now, I'm quite certain you won't require more than that. We meet here again next Sunday, to see your progress and decide on where to go from there. Now, I think you should get some sleep. It's already quite late, and tomorrow's a workday, right? Anyway, I gotta run, have fun tomorrow!"@@, you stare in shock as she says this. Exhausted from this mind-boggling cascade of information, and your new fate, [[you drop to sleep immediately|Going down the CUMSLUT path]].<<endif>>

You lie on your back for a good while, bathing in the sensations of probably the strongest, most intense orgasm you experienced in your life. Not that you would admit it, considering your thoughts<<if $cumslut is 1>> (or lack thereof)<<endif>> all throughout the process... Slowly, you realise that you've actually passed up a lot of opportunities to get suspicious, always giving either <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> or natural laws the benefit of the doubt. Your situation is extremely curious, and you start trying to think up an explanation for all those thoughts you've been having, ever since... <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Was I so rough that you don't know where you are anymore?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up with a joke, startling you. You were so lost in thought that you completely forgot she was still in the room. Even as she says that, still impaled on you, you raise your head to look at her, but you don't see her. Your vision narrows so much, you only see one single thing, the rest of the room bathed in darkness, irrelevant to you. A luminescent substance, running down the side of your dick that's still lodged inside @@.red;Bonnie@@. Your @@.azure;CUM@@. Everything around you moves in slow motion, @@.red;Bonnie@@'s knowing grin spreading remarkably slowly across her face. Controlled by an unknown force, your hand shoots forward at lightning speed, gathering your ejaculate on one finger, and shoots back in your mouth. You swallow instinctively. As your vision goes back to normal, you speak out, more or less to yourself: @@.cyan;"What the hell?"@@, before just seconds later, an enormous heat radiates from your stomach outwards, all the way into the [[very tips of your fingers and toes|Another Special Gift, Ingesting - CUMSLUT]].<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Down below, @@.orange;Bridget@@ shifts position slightly, her mouth still wrapped firmly around your dick, the sudden movement startling you. You were so lost in thought that you completely forgot she was still in the room. Even as you notice her, still stuck to you, you raise your head to look at her, but you don't see her. Your vision narrows so much, you only see one single thing, the rest of the room bathed in darkness, irrelevant to you. A luminescent substance, running down the side of your dick from the corner of @@.orange;Bridget@@'s mouth. Your @@.azure;CUM@@. Everything around you moves in slow motion, @@.orange;Bridget@@'s knowing grin spreading remarkably slowly across her face. Controlled by an unknown force, your hand shoots forward at lightning speed, gathering your ejaculate on one finger, and shoots back in your mouth. You swallow instinctively. As your vision goes back to normal, you speak out, more or less to yourself: @@.cyan;"What the hell?"@@, before just seconds later, an enormous heat radiates from your stomach outwards, all the way into the [[very tips of your fingers and toes|Another Special Gift, Ingesting - CUMSLUT]].<<endif>>

The sensation is magnificent, but as soon as it dissipates, feels frightening more than anything else. What on earth is happening to you? <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ is smiling her widest smile. @@.red;"Hmmm, I expected no less from you"@@, she reassures you. She's standing up now, detaching from you, yet there's no trickling from her vagina. Is she holding it in? You're on your guard, bracing yourself for whatever she's planned with that wicked grin on her face, when she utters these words. @@.red;"I knew you would make the perfect@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.red;."@@ You're stunned again, both by her teasing and the drop of @@.azure;sperm@@ currently resting inside your belly. @@.red;Bonnie@@ proceeds to close in on you, a fat wad of your @@.azure;cum@@ resting right on the edge of her pussy. Predictably, your field of view narrows ever further, there's nothing you can do at this point, when you finally feel @@.red;Bonnie@@'s "lips" resting on yours, releasing the whole torrent into your mouth, leaving you [[completely powerless to your addiction|Another Special Gift, Inebriating]].<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ is smiling her widest smile. She detaches from your dick, keeping her lovely, pillowy lips closed tight. Her wicked smile warning you for what's to come, you try to brace yourself, to flee, when she moves all the sticky goo in her mouth to one cheek to say something. @@.orange;"You're starving, aren't you? Let me feed you then, my little@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT PET@@@@.orange;."@@ You're stunned again, both by her teasing and the drop of @@.azure;sperm@@ currently resting inside your belly. @@.orange;Bridget@@ proceeds to close in on you, a fat wad of your @@.azure;tasty cum@@ resting right on the edge of her lips. Predictably, your field of view narrows ever further, there's nothing you can do at this point, when you finally feel @@.orange;Bridget@@'s lips resting on yours, releasing the whole @@.azure;delicious@@ torrent into your mouth, leaving you [[completely powerless to your addiction|Another Special Gift, Inebriating]].<<endif>>

At this point, there's no escape. Your vision flashes white, your mind is completely lost, there's no other way to say it. You don't feel your limbs, you don't even feel <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s lips or tongue, only the <<if $cumslut is 2>>@@.azure;blessed@@ <<endif>>load that she caressed into your mouth. Your eyes are unable to focus on anything, your ears only perceiving white noise, your tongue and throat the only active parts of your body, playing with the load you just received. A few seconds later though, you start to perceive a sound through the white noise. As you collect all your willpower to try focusing on that noise, you come closer to discovering what it is. It appears to be... a low humming. Concentrating further and continuing to listen closely, you observe it being more a of a quiet moan actually. You can make it out quite clearly now. @@.azure;"Hmmmmmmmm. Nguuuuuuuh. Hmmmmmmmm"@@, it rumbles, like somebody relishing the taste of their meal. But the voice sounds distinctly different from <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s. But that could only mean it's...@@.azure;"...me?"@@, you manage to break the pattern of moans with that utterance, convincing you that you have [[inevitably gone|A Special Gift of the Mind - CUMSLUT]] @@.azure;cum crazy@@.

For some reason, one you aren't keen on finding, this turns you on incredibly. So much so that, while your mind is slowly coming down from the @@.azure;cum high@@ you experienced, you orgasm again, a smaller load of semen slowly dripping out of your dick, left unattended to. This submissive display doesn't elude <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> however. Upon noticing, she laughs at you mockingly, enjoying your newfound addiction so very much. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Oh my, I can see somebody has found@@ @@.azure;her@@ @@.red;place in society"@@, she goes on. @@.red;"I can see you're currently indisposed, so why don't I help you get that cleaned up?"@@ After saying that, she lowers her head towards your rod, taking it into her mouth, gobbling up everything to the last drop. Another wicked smile forming, she leans back over your mouth, giving you a deep, deep kiss, dropping the load basically directly into your throat. As the glob ventures down your oesophagus, so does your mind drop down, [[into a deep sleep|Above the Stairs - CUMSLUT]].<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"That's what I thought"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ says confidently, @@.orange;"Nothing more than a little@@ @@.azure;cum puppy@@@@.orange;. No worries, I'm only too glad to assist you in your@@ @@.azure;purpose@@@@.orange;."@@ After saying that, she lowers her head towards your rod, taking it into her mouth, gobbling up everything to the last drop. Another wicked smile forming, she leans back over your mouth, giving you a deep, deep kiss, dropping the load basically directly into your @@.azure;cum repository@@. As the glob ventures down your oesophagus, so does your mind drop down, [[into a deep sleep|Above the Stairs - CUMSLUT]].<<endif>>

Opening your eyes, you can see that you just entered your office, the entrance door falling shut directly behind you. You brush your raven black hair out of your face. Unsure where to go, simply walking towards your desk, the clacking of your 4 inch heels announces your presence to everyone. Walking down the aisle, you suddenly lose your footing, tripping over something and crashing face first into somebody's stomach. You are on your knees, directly facing somebody's crotch, hidden behind their pants. A pleasant buzz settles into the back of your brain. Looking up, you see that you're kneeling before @@.robert;Robert@@, your boss. He has some papers in his hands, reading them. Merely shooting you a short, disinterested glance, he orders you: @@.robert;"Come on now,@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;, get to work."@@ The buzz spreads through your brain, not conquering, but controlling you for now. Your eyes lose focus, your hands relying on muscle memory, undoing your boss' belt, unzipping and pulling down his pants, then underpants, whereupon your eyes pick up their function again. Your throat twitches, you swallow heavily at the sight. A magnificent, half-erect cock. Oh my, how much longer it can still get. You realise though that you're not doing anything, just kneeling there. You're no longer being controlled. You're <em>in control</em>. Cherishing this feeling of independence, you decide to make a bold statement, shoving @@.robert;Robert@@'s entire length right into your throat at once, to take @@.azure;what's yours@@. Once here, it's easy. You know exactly what to do. You're an expert after all! A professional. As your tongue glides along the slick, stiff shaft that's deeply embedded within you, a sense of pride manifests itself in your soul. You've found your purpose, your mission, and there's no other feeling on earth this wholesome. Well, there is one. You feel it shortly after @@.robert;Robert@@ had begun breathing more heavily, the cock inside you twitching against your throat, as a gigantic cascade of @@.azure;nutritious dickjuice@@ is @@.azure;pumped@@ directly into your @@.azure;cum repository@@. After making sure to get every last drop, licking harshly around @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick to clean <em>all</em> of it, your body drops to the ground, twitching. @@.robert;"Not bad,@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;, but you have a busy day ahead of you."@@ You hardly hear him talk, your mind still trying to process the pleasure you're feeling, but you notice a queue forming in front of where you're lying. Actually, the people lining up there are starting to get a bit restless, which they explain to you unmistakably by having the first guy come up and simply shoving your head onto his rod with force, your expertise taking over from there. Adding to the fun are the other impatient, dear colleagues of yours, who decide you ought to get a lesson in multitasking. One guy coming up from behind enters your sphincter quite forcefully, to your delight, two others standing next to you, content to have your hands at their disposal. More and more people circle around you, most of them resorting to masturbation at the sight of you, until you're featured in the most decadent, @@.azure;delicious@@ bukkake scene [[you know to exist|Below the Stairs - CUMSLUT]].

<<set $cumslutStats = 1>>\ <<set $nameColour = 2>>\ <<set $addiction = 1>>\ \ Waking up from your dream, you feel insanely dizzy and your mind is as hazy as you never felt before. You don't yet know where anybody is, and you don't really care to, you can't even feel your limbs right now. What you do notice is that your face, or at least one side of it, seems to be completely wet. As more of your senses return to you, the reason becomes obvious. You're once again lying on the bed, face down, your cheek resting in the puddle of drool that gets larger and larger as your mouth is still hanging open. Another puddle seems to touch your body, this time around your groin area. Oh no... you didn't actually orgasm from being @@.azure;being fed your own<<if $cumslut is 2>> tasty<<endif>> cum... TWICE?@@ As you approach that thought, you distance yourself a bit further from clearing your head. A small post-ejaculation string of jizz escapes your dick in reaction once more, your mouth still hanging open quite loosely. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> uses this opportunity, fetching a little makeup kit from her purse, and applying some to your face. There's nothing you can do to stop her. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"There you go. A few more days and you'll look the part of@@ @@.azure;Jizz Queen@@ @@.red;better than anybody. Aren't you excited?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ teases you, her @@.azure;choice of words@@ echoing through your mind. You try to reply, saying something, anything, but it's futile. Nothing but saliva comes out of your mouth, you're still too high on this @@.azure;taste@@. @@.red;"I'm going to fetch a mirror for you, this is just too exquisite"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ tells you, exhilarated, storming off in [[search of a mirror|Your Appearance Revisited - CUMSLUT]].<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"If you're not a <strong>first-rate</strong>@@ @@.azure;CUM DUMP@@ @@.orange;right now, I don't know who is"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ humiliates you. @@.azure;"cum... dump..."@@, you repeat, not even realising what you said, your smile widening regardless and your brain buzzing wildly, shooting you full of dopamine and endorphines making you feel so, so... @@.azure;delicious@@? @@.orange;Bridget@@ is as composed as ever, but at the same time the giddiest you've seen her since changing her name. @@.orange;"Holy hell, are you seriously hit that hard? I see a great future for you, darling. Your body still isn't that far along, but that's changing already and the most@@ @@.azure;desperate cum-drunk whore@@ @@.orange;couldn't make a face like yours right now."@@, she explains to you, her words following you long after @@.orange;Bridget@@ has left in [[search of a mirror|Your Appearance Revisited - CUMSLUT]].<<endif>>

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Below you've donned $bottomwear and $underwear underneath. \ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>><<if $transformationProgress is 0>>6 inch dick is clearly visible through your clothing<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>5.5 inch dick is visible through your clothing<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>5 inch dick is still visible through your clothing<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>4.5 inch dick is not as impressive through your clothing as you'd like it<<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>>4 inch dick is not impressive at all<<elseif $transformationProgress is 5>>3.5 inch dick is disappointing<<elseif $transformationProgress is 6>>3 inch dick is saddening<<elseif $transformationProgress is 7>>2.5 inch dick is terribly small<<elseif $transformationProgress is 8>>2 inch dick is laughable<<elseif $transformationProgress is 9>>1.5 inch dick looks ridiculous<<elseif $transformationProgress is 10>>1 inch dick looks more like an oversized clitoris<<endif>><<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice, hidden behind your underwear<<endif>>. 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<<set $date = "Week 1, Monday">>\ <<set $bimboStats = 1>>\ <<set $bimboFirst = 1>>\ \ <big>Act II - Change</big> <big>Chapter I - BIMBO</big> You're thankful that your dreams that night are uneventful, after the day you just had. You also remember your last dream, not wanting a repeat performance of that crazy business. You slowly get out of bed, still a little rusty from all that<<if $bimbo is 2>>@@.pink; tingling, hot@@<<endif>> sex last night. At least you managed to relieve some pressure, although you're afraid that might happen a lot in the near future. Regardless of how you feel, you need to formulate a plan. It's clear you have to gather some information and you won't achieve much staying in your apartment. You don't want to imagine what <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ will do to you if you stay inside the whole week, with the choker around your neck, she can do all kinds of twisted things to you, whenever she pleases. She can allegedly observe your actions, after all.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ will do to you if you stay inside the whole week. Her being able to order you around however she pleases is scary by itself, and you remember how she reacted to your suggestion to just take the choker off entirely. She could do pretty much anything to you, whenever she wants to, she can allegedly talk to you after all, which suggests she can hear you as well.<<endif>> No, you'll definitely have to go outside, but with that choker around your neck? Sooner or later, somebody will see an opportunity to exploit you, and you couldn't even blame them, if you're being honest. You burrow into your wardrobe, considering your options. Blessing your lack of style, you find a turtleneck by chance. This would be perfect to conceal your choker. It would still press against the fabric, but you can just roll the neck part down, so it's covering your peculiar piece of jewelry twice. That should be enough to hide it from even the most prying eyes. The only question that remains is that of your destination. <<if $bimbo is 2>>Well, that's an easy one. The only clue you have right now is the shopping mall, you don't see any other sensible options here. You've never been there though, not being much of a shopping kinda guy. You'll have to find your way around. So do you put the turtleneck on to conceal your choker? [[Of course you do.|The Mall][$shirt = "a turtleneck, hardly fashionable, but effective in hiding your throat", $chokerHidden = 1]] [[Of course you don't.|The Mall][$shirt = "a fine, white shirt"]] @@.pink;"I'm not sure that's a good idea though..."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 1>>You try to remember what @@.red;Bonnie@@ was telling you about. Three pointers, pissing her off, not caring enough for her... @@.red;"...you might want to see about getting your new life together, maybe do a little shopping?"@@, it rings in your ears. Shopping! @@.pink;"Of course, she was talking about the mall!"@@, you exclaim. It could just be an unrelated statement, but why would she have said anything at all then? You're beginning to think she's trying to play with you. You've never been there though, not being much of a shopping kinda guy. You'll have to find your way around. Regardless, you don't have any other choice. One choice, you do have however. The turtleneck. Do you put it on, or do you leave it here? [[Of course you do.|The Mall][$shirt = "a turtleneck, hardly fashionable, but effective in hiding your throat", $chokerHidden = 1]] [[Of course you don't.|The Mall][$shirt = "a fine, white shirt"]] @@.pink;"I'm not sure that's a good idea though..."@@<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 1, Monday">>\ <<set $cumslutStats = 1>>\ <<set $cumslutFirst = 1>>\ \ <big>Act II - Change</big> <big>Chapter I - CUMSLUT</big> You're thankful that your dreams that night are uneventful, after the day you just had. You also remember your last dream, not wanting a repeat occurrence of that<<if $cumslut is 2>> @@.azure;exquisite performance<<endif>>. You slowly get out of bed, still a little rusty from all that<<if $bimbo is 2>>@@.pink; tingling, hot@@<<endif>> sex last night. At least you managed to relieve some pressure, although you're afraid other people might use <em>you</em> for that a lot in the near future. Regardless of how you feel, you need to formulate a plan. Seeing how you've got to show up at work in a little more than an hour, you don't really see much choice in the way of investigation. Contemplating your schedule for the week, you don't see any real opportunities there either. @@.azure;"I've got work until Friday. Saturday's free, but when I'm that far in, it's only one more day until I meet up with@@ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.azure;. Might not be worth the risk to go on a fact hunt that late into it."@@ Determining that riding this thing out is probably your safest option, you skip to the next issue. The choker itself. Announcing to the world that you're a @@.pink;Bimbo@@ would've been bad enough, but @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@ written all over your throat? At work no less? You don't think it possible, and so begin to burrow through your wardrobe. Blessing your lack of style, you find a turtleneck by chance. This would be perfect to conceal your choker. It would still press against the fabric, but you can just roll the neck part down, it's long enough, so it's covering your peculiar piece of jewelry twice. That should be enough to hide it from even the most prying eyes. With that business sorted out, you prepare yourself to go to work, doing your morning routine. One question remains though. Do you actually wear the turtleneck? Or do you stick to your shirt, exposing the choker for the world (and the office) to see? [[Of course you wear the turtleneck.|The Office - Or Not][$shirt = "a turtleneck, hardly fashionable, but effective in hiding your throat", $chokerHidden = 1]] [[Of course you don't.|The Office - Or Not][$shirt = "a fine, white shirt", $chokerHidden = 0]] @@.azure;"I'm not sure that's a good idea though..."@@

<<set $naked = 0>>\ \ Setting foot into the Mall, you immediately realise that this is the building you were in when you were @@.pink;dreaming@@. The colour scheme is different, being much less pink, but the layout is absolutely identical, it can't be a coincidence. As you pass the little candy stand you remember, the vendor hands you a little pack of lollipops with a wide smile on his face. You pocket them right away, slightly creeped out. @@.pink;"Does he know anything? But how could he?"@@ As you stand in the overwhelming structure, you scold yourself for not exploring it more when you had the chance in your little hallucination. You merely know the location of two shops, neither of which would help you much right now. Apparently, there's no signs to be found either, nothing to give directions, which seems like a major design oversight. Thinking back to the boutique however, you realise that passing a clothing store seems to conflict with the new @@.pink;you@@. You shortly contemplate stopping by there, just to placate some of your new cravings. Buying new clothes might take some of the strain off, and save you from building up more, hopefully, but you feel buying slutty outfits will not help your brain cling to your male personality in the long run. [[Do you head into the boutique to buy some new outfits?|The Mall - Boutique 1]] You could still come back in the evening. But you know passing it will be strenuous for your @@.pink;poor little bimbo brain@@. [[Do you head to that guy over there, asking him for directions?|The Mall - First Encounter]] He looks like he knows his way around.

<<set $officeDayover = 1>>\ \ Setting foot into the office, coming through the door, you're nervous right away. Being reminded of the last time you saw this place, in your dream, @@.azure;kneeling...@@ Okay, snap yourself out of it, <strong>right, now</strong>. Bad enough that <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>you're concerned somebody could make out the choker hidden beneath your clothing, you don't need to make it any worse.<<elseif $chokerHidden is 0>>you decided against hiding the choker for whatever reason, you don't need to make it any worse. Going against your own advice immediately, you kick yourself mentally one last time for opting to show the whole world you're a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@.<<endif>> You head straight for your workstation, crossing lots of desks and cubicles on your way. <<if $shirt is "a turtleneck, hardly fashionable, but effective in hiding your throat">>Some people shoot you glances, ranging from confused to surprised. Some are outright laughing, though they make a token effort of hiding it. Still, you're sure nobody suspects anything, merely questioning your sense of fashion and so you sit down to work<<elseif $shirt is "a fine, white shirt">>Most people don't look closely enough to get a good read on your choker, although some that are already looking into your direction do. Those are generally too shy or too stunned to say or do anything, many of them choosing to pour hot coffee into their laps, awe-struck. You eventually arrive at your desk, happy about the walls of your cubicle hiding you somewhat, and begin to work<<endif>>. This goes on for a while, until<<if $shirt is "a fine, white shirt">>, not long after you sat down,<<endif>> you hear @@.robert;Robert@@'s voice bellowing through the room. @@.robert;"@@@@.cyan;Kevin@@@@.robert;, in my office, [[ASAP|First Office Visit - CUMSLUT]]."@@ He didn't come to your desk directly, so you don't expect it'll be about you, personally.

As you step into @@.robert;Robert@@'s office <<if $chokerHidden is 0>>you can see you were mistaken. He's standing in front of his desk, giving you, or rather your neck, an incredulous [[look|First Office Secret Revealed - CUMSLUT]].<<elseif $chokerHidden is 1>>you see him sitting behind his desk, inviting you in. He takes a minute to finish some paperwork, before addressing you. @@.robert;"@@@@.cyan;Kevin@@@@.robert;, good to see you. Is there something wrong?"@@ He's walking around his desk, now sitting on the edge of it, right in front of you. Playing dumb is the best idea that comes into your head. @@.azure;"Sir? I'm afraid I can't quite follow."@@ @@.robert;"You know what I mean. I'm talking about the thick clothing. It's summer for crying out loud! It must be, what, 30Â°C outside! Are you sick?"@@ Seeing an excuse made up for you, you take it. [[''Yes, Sir. I caught a summer cold I guess.''|First Office Secret Revealed - CUMSLUT]] Not having any of it, you reply fiercely. [[''I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't realise I work for Tyra Banks.''|First Office Secret Preserved - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $hunger +=2>><<if $chokerHidden is 1>>@@.robert;Robert@@'s head turns a little red as he hears you say that. @@.robert;"Sick? Listen, either you're capable of working, or you're not. If you're so sick, then why haven't you seen a doctor? Or at least called in sick? Coming in like this, spreading your germs all over the place, endangering your colleagues..."@@ He goes on and on about how irresponsible you are. As the rant goes on and on, you really do start feeling the effects of summer, getting quite hot in your thick turtleneck. Just to air out a bit, you grab the collar and pull it away slightly, hoping to cool down like this. Just your luck though, as @@.robert;Robert@@ turns around to face you right that very moment. @@.robert;"What was that?"@@, he inquires, @@.robert;"What was that sparkly thing you have under your collar there, show it to me."@@ Not seeing any way out of this now, you pull the neck of your shirt down completely, revealing the @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@ choker to your boss. He looks stunned for a moment, apparently not comprehending what he sees right now. @@.robert;"What the hell is up with that?@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;?"@@, he questions, and your body is only too willing to give a response. You feel yourself shaking a little, a shiver running through you. If that were all, you'd be alright, but your face cramps up and contorts in a way that suggests you are highly aroused. You do your best to hide it, but you know full well that nobody who's looking you right in the face is going to miss these visual cues. @@.robert;"@@@@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;, huh?"@@, he questions again. This time, it takes your legs out from under you, landing on your knees. This scene is too awkwardly familiar, your thoughts going back to the @@.azure;dream@@ you had yesterday. @@.robert;"Going by your name, I suppose you know where to go from here?"@@, he asks mockingly. He doesn't seem to think you have much of a choice, but if you steel your resolve, you might just. <<if $hunger gte 3>>You realise you're quite @@.azure;hungry@@ already. If you reject @@.azure;your rightful meal@@ now, you know it's going to drive you nuts soon.<<endif>> [[Driven wild by your cumlust, you go all in.|First Office Visit, All In, Already - CUMSLUT]] [[Giving in to your new sense of duty and to avoid upsetting your boss, you resign yourself to being used.|First Office Visit, Used Already - CUMSLUT]] <<if $hunger lt 5>><<if $tookClothes is 1>>[[You do steel yourself, not letting your affliction get to you on the first day.|First Day Over - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $tookClothes is 0>>[[You do steel yourself, not letting your affliction get to you on the first day. You won't pick up any clothes on the way home either.|First Day Over - CUMSLUT]] [[You do steel yourself, not letting your affliction get to you on the first day. You do, however, go back to the wardrobe, to definitely pick a new outfit.|The Office - Or Not]]<<endif>><<endif>><<elseif $chokerHidden is 0>>@@.robert;"What the hell is up with that?@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;?"@@, he questions, and your body is only too willing to give a response. You feel yourself shaking a little, a shiver running through you. If that were all, you'd be alright, but your face cramps up and contorts in a way that suggests you are highly aroused. You do your best to hide it, but you know full well that nobody who's looking you right in the face is going to miss these visual cues. @@.robert;"@@@@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;, huh?"@@, he questions again. This time, it takes your legs out from under you, landing on your knees. This scene is too awkwardly familiar, your thoughts going back to the @@.azure;dream@@ you had yesterday. @@.robert;"Going by your name, I suppose you know where to go from here?"@@, he asks mockingly. He doesn't seem to think you have much of a choice, but if you steel your resolve, you might just. <<if $hunger gte 3>>You realise you're quite @@.azure;hungry@@ already. If you reject @@.azure;your rightful meal@@ now, you know it's going to drive you nuts soon.<<endif>> [[Driven wild by your cumlust, you go all in.|First Office Visit, All In, Already - CUMSLUT]] <<if $hunger lt 5>>[[Giving in to your new sense of duty and to avoid upsetting your boss, you resign yourself to being used.|First Office Visit, Used Already - CUMSLUT]] <<if $tookClothes is 1>>[[You do steel yourself, not letting your affliction get to you on the first day.|First Day Over - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $tookClothes is 0>>[[You do steel yourself, not letting your affliction get to you on the first day. You won't pick up any clothes on the way home either.|First Day Over - CUMSLUT]] [[You do steel yourself, not letting your affliction get to you on the first day. You do, however, go back to the wardrobe, to definitely pick a new outfit.|The Office - Or Not]]<<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>

You suddenly hear a voice in your head. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Wow, really?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Wow, really?"@@<<endif>> Communication through the choker really must work, that was clearly <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s voice. Apparently she didn't find that too funny. You see @@.robert;Robert@@'s face light up right after you counter with that. Your plan worked, the joke was harsh enough, with just a hint of race in there, now you've got your boss on the floor, laughing. @@.robert;"Hahahaha, Tyra Banks, haha. You've got spunk, I like that"@@, he finishes wiping a tear from his eye. @@.robert;"Look, I'm sorry I brought it up, but the whole office was talking about it. You know how people are, they get caught up in the most mundane shit. Anything to get them through a workday. So yeah, if you're looking out for team morale, good on you!@@, he jokes, @@.robert;"But if I may be Tyra Banks for a second, I'd advise you to go back to a plain, white shirt"@@, you can see he's proud of himself for this last one. Thanking him kindly for the time he's taken out of his workday, you make your way out of his office. As you leave, you see him writing something, although you're not sure if he's writing down your joke, or if he's doing his paperwork on a napkin. Going back to your desk, you realise something. Ever since @@.robert;Robert@@ walked around his desk, your eyes have been darting to his pants all the time, for brief flashes. Reminding yourself of it, you can see the outline of your boss' dick through his pants clear as day in front of your mind's eye, getting you a little worked up.<<set $hunger += 1>> It doesn't affect you too much though, and you finish the rest of your workday without incident. Content to have managed your first day as a @@.azure;Cumslut@@ as calmly as possible, [[you return home|First Day Over - CUMSLUT]]. <<if $tookClothes is 0>>Although you also remember that you haven't chosen an outfit yet. Remember, you do not want to face punishment from <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. So you decide to go the wardrobe again, definitely [[picking an outfit this time.|The Office - Or Not]]<<endif>>

<<if $addiction is 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<elseif $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Cammy">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Cummi">><<endif>><<if $cumslutAllin1 is 1>>By the time you're back in your apartment, you come down off your trip somewhat, the magnitude of events dawning on you as you set foot through the front door. Perhaps you should check yourself out [[in the mirror|Appearance]]? But maybe you don't want to. Maybe you just want to forget the @@.azure;delicious, depraved@@ acts you committed right before you got here, and just [[get some sleep|The Second Day - CUMSLUT]].<<elseif $cumslutSex1 is 1>>By the time you're back in your apartment, you start feeling less good about yourself. You've got an estimated 4 free passes in one week, according to <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, of which you already used 2 now. That means for the remaining 6 days, you're allowed to lose yourself twice and still avoid the absolute worst of consequences. But only once more than that and... You don't want to think about it. However, maybe you should take a look [[in the mirror|Appearance]], to see if you changed? Or maybe you just want to forget the acts you committed right before you got here, and just [[get some sleep|The Second Day - CUMSLUT]].<<elseif $cumslutAllin1 is 0 and $cumslutSex1 is 0>>As you set foot inside your apartment, you're still proud that you didn't succumb to your new urges. You do feel a bit more hungry for it though. You could masturbate and eat your own cum for temporary relief. Thinking back to <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s warnings, you remember that it will make you more hungry in the long run. So, [[do you eat your cum and go to sleep|The Second Day - CUMSLUT][$hunger -= 2, $eatMonday = 1]]. or, [[do you go straight to sleep|The Second Day - CUMSLUT]].<<endif>>

<<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $addiction += 2>><<set $haircolour = "almost black hair">><<set $chest += 1>><<set $eyes = "dark green with brown blotches">><<set $lips += 3>><<set $cumslutAllin1 = 1>>You don't understand what comes over you, but you absolutely <em>have</em> to have him, <strong>right now</strong>. Basically ripping @@.robert;Robert@@'s pants off without regard for his belt, or his health, you're down to his underwear already, an impressive feat as you think. @@.robert;"Woah there,@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;, no need for such aggressiveness"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ tries to calm you, but it's futile. At the very latest when he said that word (@@.azure;your name?@@), you were entranced, guided only by the sight of his half-erect cock pressing very clearly against his underwear. Fascinated, you pull it off, your trance slowing you, to @@.robert;Robert@@'s visible relief. For a few moments, you just stare at it, and you can't tell how much time passes. Then, a twitch. @@.robert;Robert@@'s clearly already anticipating it, and that minute movement sets off your predatory instincts. Like a cougar, you jump your prey, taking it wholly in your mouth. You register @@.robert;Robert@@ uttering @@.robert;"Oh my God!"@@, to which you just think @@.azure;"He can't hear you, he's in my mouth right now."@@ Under any other circumstances, that line would have caused you to cringe hard. Right now, it's your only @@.azure;truth@@, your entire state of being. Continuing your act of worship, you handle the dick of your boss every which way, just using your lips and your tongue. You don't require any help from your hands, you're doing a masterful job just with your @@.azure;love pillows@@. True craftsmanship is generally rewarded, and so is yours, with the first bead of precum that's pushing you into a frenzy. Now you do use your hands, not to massage @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick though. No, to grab his thighs, and to make sure your @@.azure;delightful bobbing@@, combined with your @@.azure;airtight suction@@, doesn't push him away. You're clawing into his legs so deeply, you doubt he could back away from you now, even if he wanted to. You redouble your efforts to bring your boss to orgasm for certain, continuing with your masterful technique that's eliciting quite a few expletives from him. Finally, the moment is there. If you're honest with yourself, <<if $shirt is "a turtleneck, hardly fashionable, but effective in hiding your throat">>even if you tried hiding it at first, <<endif>>it's the moment you've been waiting for since you took that first step into @@.robert;Robert@@'s office, maybe even the first step you took into the building. You brace yourself for paradise, taking his full length into your mouth, and then further, all the way into your @@.azure;jizz pipeline@@, as far as it will go. Then you feel that familiar, @@.azure;wonderful@@ twitching in your throat, and after that, nothing. You black out. <hr> When you come to, you see it's already dark outside. The semen that didn't get @@.azure;funnelled straight into your cum repository@@ is still resting on your tongue. You relish the feeling, a dumb smile invading your face, as you stop playing with @@.azure;your meal@@ and swallow it down. If you weren't so fucking high on @@.azure;JIZZ@@ right now, you'd probably be concerned about yourself, but for now, you simply feel <strong>damn good</strong>. After a while, you regain your composure. Sitting up, you catch a little post-it note dropping from your body. @@.robert;"It's been highly pleasurable, my little@@ @@.azure;CUM DUMP@@@@.robert;. I look forward to round two. Robert"@@ Those @@.azure;words@@ reinforcing your afterglow, for which you are highly grateful, you still realise that you should head home maybe. You have to be on time for work tomorrow too, [[after all|First Day Over - CUMSLUT]]. <<if $tookClothes is 0>>Although you also remember that you haven't chosen an outfit yet. Remember, you do not want to face punishment from <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. So you decide to go the wardrobe again, definitely [[picking an outfit this time.|The Office - Or Not]]<<endif>>

<<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $addiction += 1>><<set $haircolour = "relatively even, black hair">><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<set $eyes = "dark brown with green blotches">><<set $cumslutSex1 = 1>>Kneeling there, feeling your @@.azure;hunger@@ overtake you, you can't resist but stay exactly as you are, staring at the crotch of your boss, unmoving. @@.robert;"Something wrong,@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;?"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ tries to get through to you, and using that @@.azure;word@@, succeeds. Immediately, you start twitching some more, jumpstarted into fulfilling your @@.azure;purpose@@. Gingerly, you reach up to his belt, unbuckling it carefully and placing it beside you, anticipation growing. Fascinated, you pull his pants down, your trance slowing you as you lay eyes on his magnificent, half-erect dick, clearly outlined through his underwear. You pull down that last obstacle and, for a few moments, you just stare at it, mesmerised. You can't tell how much time passes. Then, a twitch. @@.robert;Robert@@'s clearly already anticipating it, and that minute movement sets off your predatory instincts. You're set into motion now, nothing will be able to stop you. Your face is moving forward, your lips parting to give way for his cock. You register @@.robert;Robert@@ mumbling some words of encouragement, but you don't need them, you don't care. You valiantly bob up and down on him, up and down, as predictably as the tides, caressing his length with your lips and tongue, deriving tremendous enjoyment from the act. As soon as the first bead of precum is bestowed upon you, you start to use your hands, not to massage @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick though. No, to grab his thighs, and to make sure your @@.azure;delightful bobbing@@, combined with your @@.azure;airtight suction@@, doesn't push him away. You're clawing into his legs for support and find a good position. You redouble your efforts to bring your boss to orgasm for certain, continuing with your masterful technique that's eliciting quite a few moans from him already. Finally, the moment is there. If you're honest with yourself, <<if $shirt is "a turtleneck, hardly fashionable, but effective in hiding your throat">>even if you tried hiding it at first, <<endif>>it's the moment you've been waiting for since you took that first step into @@.robert;Robert@@'s office, maybe even the first step you took into the building. You brace yourself for paradise, taking his full length into your mouth, and then further, all the way into your throat, as far as it will go. Then you feel that familiar, @@.azure;wonderful@@ twitching in your throat, after which you struggle to keep consciousness. Just like you did in your @@.azure;dream@@ you don't resign yourself to fall down just yet. Once the torrent erupting from your boss dies down, you thoroughly lick his entire length clean and only once you've done that, lie back to bathe in pride and enjoy your @@.azure;filled stomach@@. You relish the feeling, a dumb smile invading your face, as you stop playing with the sperm that didn't make it directly inside you and swallow it down. If you weren't so high on @@.azure;semen@@ right now, you'd probably be concerned about yourself, but for now, you simply feel really, really good. After a while, you regain your composure. Sitting up, you clean yourself a little, @@.azure;so that nobody will think about stealing your meals--@@NO... To look presentable and to avoid arousing suspicion. You should probably take a little rest once you're back in your cubicle. @@.robert;"You're a fun little@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;, I'll give you that"@@, your boss tells you as you get up from the floor. @@.robert;"I'm sure this isn't the last visit I'll want to receive from you."@@ Those @@.azure;words@@ reinforcing your afterglow, for which you are highly grateful, you smile at him and return to your cubicle. The rest of your day is uneventful, though much more pleasant than normal, thanks to the little @@.azure;present@@ sloshing around in your stomach. After finishing all your work, [[you return home|First Day Over - CUMSLUT]]. <<if $tookClothes is 0>>Although you also remember that you haven't chosen an outfit yet. Remember, you do not want to face punishment from <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. So you decide to go the wardrobe again, definitely [[picking an outfit this time.|The Office - Or Not]]<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 1, Tuesday">>You wake up from a restful sleep and begin your morning routine. Bathroom, then breakfast, you woke up early enough to take your time. <<if $tookClothes is 0>>As you put away the dishes, you notice there's been a delivery for you. A large cardboard box, with a note attached to it. You pick it up and read it. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Dear@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.red;, so I go through the effort of hiring somebody to get you clothed (for <em>free</em> no less) and you ignore it completely. How disrespectful. So, since you aren't cooperative, I sent your clothes all the way to your apartment. That convenient enough, Your Highness? <strong>Don't challenge me.</strong> Bonnie"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Dear fellow@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.orange;, what's wrong? I know you need@@ @@.azure;dickjuice@@ @@.orange;badly, believe me, I have first hand experience. So I sent you some clothes to make that more fun and easy and you don't even pick them up? Who doesn't want free clothes? Well, I sent you something to wear straight to your apartment, I expect you won't ignore that too. Good@@ @@.azure;hunt@@@@.orange;. Bridget"@@<<endif>> You swallow heavily at that letter... Whatever is in that box cannot be good for you, that is absolutely evident. But, not taking it could have consequences that you are completely unable to imagine. She'll know immediately if you skip straight to work, who knows what kind of havoc she could cause there if she wanted to? You defy her, she defies you. And she holds more leverage. You sigh, not drawing this out any longer, [[and open the box.|Forced Clothing - Day 2 - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>><<if $tookClothes is 1>> After taking care of everything, you head out and [[go to work.|The Office, Or Not - Day 2]]<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 1, Wednesday">><<if $eatMonday is 1>><<set $hunger += 3>><<endif>>You slowly wake up and shake off your sleepiness, but you don't feel very relaxed. Today must be a shitty day, you feel really hungry for no apparent reason. You want to call in sick, but one day after you struck that deal with @@.robert;Robert@@, that's probably a bad idea. You still need to prove yourself. But your hunger's killing you.<<set $hunger += 2>> Dismissing it for now, having to get ready for work, you notice there are some more deliveries that arrived for you. <<if $tookClothes is 0>>There's just one box again, with a note on it. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Hey there, my little@@ @@.azure;CUMDUMP@@@@.red;, hope you enjoyed your gift yesterday. Today, there's more. Excited yet? You better be. Don't let me find out you ignored it, just like you did on Monday... Bonnie"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Good morning little@@ @@.azure;fuckpuppet@@@@.orange;, there's still something missing from your ensemble, if you really want to ensure you'll get enough@@ @@.azure;nourishment@@@@.orange;. So I sent you something to help squeeze every last drop out of your@@ @@.azure;prey@@@@.orange;.@@ @@.azure;Bon appetit.@@ @@.orange;Bridget"@@<<endif>> That doesn't sounds good. But again, you probably have no choice in the matter. She showed she can force you to do things, and she can force much worse on you, you're sure. You don't want to provoke her further, so [[you open the package.|Forced Makeup - CUMSLUT - Day 3]]<<elseif $tookClothes is 1>>You pick up the first note that's attached to a box. It reads: @@.blue;"Hey there, I was told to send you this last package to complete your dressing up and blablabla. So you've got some makeup in there, congratulations. Put some on and the deal's done, you won't hear from me again, I'd wager. It was fun playing dress-up with you. Mary"@@ So there's makeup in this, huh? You open the cardboard box the note was attached to and it confirms what you've been told just now. Filled to the brim with makeup accessories of all kinds. Well, you're not looking forward to this, but she said it'd be over after this. You've already picked up so many female mannerisms, including your clothing, so you just want to [[get this over with.|Makeup Choice - CUMSLUT - Day 3]]<<endif>>

As you enter the boutique, you feel a sense of calm rush over you. You can't comprehend this new side of yours, but maybe it's best trying to appease it, to keep your head clear.<<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $boughtClothes = 1>> Immediately, a clerk is upon you (fortunately not a guy, like the one you insulted so horribly, that would've been awkward), asking you what you're looking for. You tell her you only need to take a peek at complete outfits. She happily obliges you, asking for a few minutes of time, before she returns to you, clothes in hand. You also learn that, just like in your dream, you get clothes here for free! You feel drawn to a particular outfit... you just grab it immediately, you can't help yourself. <<if $brainDrain lte 2>>[[A catholic schoolgirl-themed outfit]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>>[[A belly-free t-shirt with tight jeans]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>>[[A pink tube top, with denim hotpants]]\ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>>[[A very risky, pink clubbing dress]]<<endif>>

<<if $boughtClothes is 0>><<set $mentalStrain += 1>>Simply ignoring the boutique like that is a little strenuous, and is immediately punished by your brain telling you what a @@.pink;bad girl@@ you are. You feel worse for it. Nonetheless, priding yourself in your resolve to investigate your conundrum, you approach the man for some directions. He looks at you, and his eyes twitch a little, as if he knows exactly who you are, what you want, and what your problem is.<<elseif $boughtClothes is 1>>Stepping out of the boutique in your new, @@.pink;gorgeous@@ outfit, you look around to find the man once more. Quickly spotting him, you approach the man for some directions. He looks at you, and his eyes twitch a little, as if he knows exactly who you are, what you want, and what your problem is.<<endif>> @@.blue;"What can I do for you today, little@@ <<if $chokerHidden is 0>>@@.pink;slut@@<<elseif $chokerHidden is 1>>@@.blue;lady@@<<endif>>@@.blue;?"@@, the man inquires. <<if $chokerHidden is 0>>Why didn't you put on the turtleneck... You sigh.<<endif>> Regardless of your suspicions, you try not to reveal too much, you simply ask him if he knows his way around the mall, if there's anything interesting you should take a look at. Every now and then, you sprinkle a question about jewelry stores or occult gimmicks into the conversation, trying not to sound too weird. After he chats a little more, perhaps to make sure you're really you, he finally opens up. @@.blue;"I know what you're looking for. I've been given the information. The question is, what can you give me?"@@ You're not really sure what you have to offer him, so you think it's best to just ask him what he wants. @@.blue;"Well, I'm a bit uncomfortable talking about such sensitive information in such a public place. I know a quiet alley we could retreat to, to speak in private, and you'd get all the information you need so dearly."@@ <<if $mentalStrain gte 4>>[[Not seeing any reason why not to, you follow the strange man into the dark alley.|The Mall - First Alley]]<<else>>Following a stranger into a dark alley? What a great idea! [[Smelling a trap, you tell him to come up with something else.|The Mall - First Riddle]] [[You really need that info. Seeing no way out of this, you surrender yourself to the likely trap.|The Mall - First Alley]]<<endif>>

<<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $boughtClothes to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>This outfit is highly fetishised, as you're well aware, but at the same time, it's one of the more conservative options out of the bunch. Similarly to the "white blouse, black pencil skirt" combinaton, this outfit features a rather conservative white top. It's buttoned up quite far, revealing some of your collarbone and the upper part of your thoray at worst. No cleavage, fortunately, and the black lace bra underneath isn't even visible through your top. The skirt however is a different story. The tartan pattern is eye-catching, if the length isn't already. The skirt barely reaches mid-thigh, any bending over your hips is going to expose your black lace g-string to everybody, @@.pink;but maybe that's what you want?@@ <<if $riddleSolved is 0 and $bimboSex1 is 0 and $bimboAllin1 is 0>>[[Buy the outfit.|The Mall - First Encounter]]\ <<else>>[[Buy the outfit.|First Day Over - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $boughtClothes to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>This outfit is already a bit more daring, exposing your entire mid-section. The bright yellow t-shirt clinging tightly to your upper body is evidently to short for you. The sleeves end less than a quarter down your biceps, and from the waist down you're exposed, all the way to your pants. Underneath that shirt you've got a matching yellow bra on, which isn't very raunchy. Adorning your bottom half is a pair of classic blue, <em>really</em> tight jeans, hugging your curves as close as possible, thereby outlining them to anybody who's curious. @@.pink;But maybe that's the point?@@ Beneath your pants you have innocent, cute yellow panties on. <<if $riddleSolved is 0 and $bimboSex1 is 0 and $bimboAllin1 is 0>>[[Buy the outfit.|The Mall - First Encounter]]\ <<else>>[[Buy the outfit.|First Day Over - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $boughtClothes to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>This set is <em>quite</em> daring now, you're not sure if you should choose it. It'd probably make no difference in reality, but you feel like another choice would be preferable. There isn't much to say about this outfit, seeing as there's not much fabric coming with it. You'd be wearing a tube top, coloured bright pink and exposing your entire upper body besides your chest, which would obviously be emphasised no matter its dimension. Below that, you'd have a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra on, which gives you at least some relief. The bottom isn't much different. It's simply denim cutoffs, barely containing your butt, and even so constantly in the danger of rising up, exposing the pink g-string below, as well as your butt. @@.pink;Good...@@ <<if $riddleSolved is 0 and $bimboSex1 is 0 and $bimboAllin1 is 0>>[[Buy the outfit.|The Mall - First Encounter]]\ <<else>>[[Buy the outfit.|First Day Over - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $boughtClothes to 1>><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>You can't believe you're looking at this. You can't believe you're considering this. This must be the sluttiest dress you've ever seen in real life. @@.pink;That's right...@@ It's a clubbing dress in a bright neon pink, ensuring you'll always be the @@.pink;center of attention@@. The material seems to be lycra or something, giving it a distinct "wet-look". Shocking you the most is probably the fact that it exposes the entire lower half of your right breast, just one little tremor and you're flashing everybody. @@.pink;You can't wait...@@ Naturally that means that you're wearing no bra underneath that. Fortunately, they allow you to cover your nether regions, since the skirt of the dress only just covers your butt, and only if you're @@.pink;not bouncing around on a meaty cock at the moment@@. It's an an outrageous sight though, like the whole outfit, the tiny pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME, STUD'@@ in large, purple letters over the front and the back. @@.pink;What? It's true...@@ Surely, you can't be serious... [img[images/3wanz00250pl.png]] <<if $riddleSolved is 0 and $bimboSex1 is 0 and $bimboAllin1 is 0>>[[Buy the outfit.|The Mall - First Encounter]] @@.pink;Good girl. You know you want to.@@\ <<else>>[[Buy the outfit.|First Day Over - BIMBO]] @@.pink;Good girl. You know you want to.@@<<endif>>

<<if $brainDrain gte 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Kari">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Kandi">><<endif>><<if $bimboAllin1 is 1>>By the time you're back in your apartment, you come down off your trip somewhat, the magnitude of events dawning on you as you set foot through the front door. Perhaps you should check yourself out [[in the mirror|Appearance]]? But maybe you don't want to. Maybe you just want to forget the @@.pink;yummy@@ acts you committed right before you got here, and just [[get some sleep|The Second Day - BIMBO]].<<elseif $bimboSex1 is 1>>By the time you're back in your apartment, you start feeling less good about yourself. You've got an estimated 4 free passes in one week, according to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>, of which you already used 2 now. That means for the remaining 6 days, you're allowed to lose yourself twice and still avoid the absolute worst of consequences. But only once more than that and... You don't want to think about it. However, maybe you should take a look [[in the mirror|Appearance]], to see if you changed? Or maybe you just want to forget the acts you committed right before you got here, and just [[get some sleep|The Second Day - BIMBO]].<<elseif $bimboAllin1 is 0 and $bimboSex1 is 0 and $mentalStrain gt 0>>As you set foot inside your apartment, you're still proud that you didn't succumb to your new urges. You do feel a bit more stressed for it though. You rach into your pocket, finding that man's lollipops. You realise they're those exact dick-shaped lollipops from your dream. They look so @@.pink;delicious@@, you're sure that sucking on a nice cock would @@.pink;put your mind at ease@@. You doubt they're without consequence though, probably causing problems in the long run. So, [[do you suck a lollicock and then go to sleep|The Second Day - BIMBO][$mentalStrain -= 2, $suckMonday = 1]], or [[do you go straight to bed|The Second Day - BIMBO]].<<else>>As you set foot inside your apartment, you're still proud that you didn't succumb to your new urges. With that feeling of pride, [[you go straight to bed.|The Second Day - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

[img[images/3wanz00250pl.png]] <<back>>

Following the man for a few minutes, you finally arrive in the alley. It's not far from the mall but it's <em>dead</em>. It doesn't seem to be frequented too often, so it's not very dirty, but there's absolutely no chance that somebody would come through here. You're seriously contemplating that you're the first person after the mysterious stranger to be here. @@.pink;"Looks quiet here, just like you wanted. How about that info then?"@@, you want to know. @@.blue;"Now hold on just a second, you still haven't answered the question about what you'd give me in exchange@@<<if $chokerHidden is 0>>@@.blue;, my little@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@@@.blue;"@@<<endif>>, as he says this, he pushes his hands into his hips, leaning backwards, emphasising his crotch. <<if $mentalStrain lt 4>>At least you can't say you're surprised. Still, you're unsure what to do now. The way you see it, you have a few options here. <<if $chokerHidden is 0>>His @@.pink;words@@ are giving you a very clear idea of what you @@.pink;want@@.<<endif>> First, embrace the @@.pink;brain fog@@ that already announced its presence when the stranger pushed forward his hips. Go all in and just @@.pink;surrender@@. Second, fulfill his wish, only to appease him and get the information you need. It's just sex, you'll be careful not to let it get out of hand. @@.pink;Right?@@ <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>Third, tell him that won't happen. Insist that you will not debase yourself like that and that he promised he'd give you the information you need. You're happy to help him with something, but it won't be sexual in nature.<<endif>> So, what do you do? @@.pink;You allow the pink fog to conquer your existence, [[going all in|The Mall - First Alley All In, Already]].@@ You decide to appease him, and agree to have @@.pink;yummy@@ [[sex with him|The Mall - First Alley Sex]]. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 2>>You refuse to play his game, [[demanding an alternative task|The Mall - First Riddle]]. You've already gotten a little @@.pink;worked up@@ at his display though.<<endif>> <<elseif $mentalStrain gte 4>>You can't follow. You give him a @@.pink;deer in headlights@@ look, confused, but worked up already. Oh no... @@.pink;Oh yes!@@ <<if $chokerHidden is 0>>@@.blue;"God, you really are a@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@@@.blue;, aren't you?"@@, he asks you, which summons the @@.pink;pink fog@@ into your brain with such force, you fall on your back.<<elseif $chokerHidden is 1>>@@.blue;"God, how dumb are you?"@@, he insults you. Offended, you move towards him, trying to push him, just to make a point. However, he takes your determined trot as a surefire sign of aggression, planting you on your back, your legs automatically enclosing his hips. This position summons the @@.pink;pink fog@@ into your brain. It's rewarding you for being a @@.pink;good girl, wrapping your legs around a strong man.@@<<endif>> It's quickly taking over, you feel your control leaving your body by the second. @@.pink;"heeeeeeeeeeh..."@@, a drunk sigh is all you can manage. The stranger obviously interprets the mindless bliss that's currently gracing your face as an unconditional peace you've made with the position you're in, and moves to <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>[[free access to the core of your being.|The Mall - First Alley Sex]]<<elseif $chokerHidden is 0>>[[free access to the core of your being.|The Mall - First Alley All In, Already]]<<endif>><<endif>>

@@.blue;"Alright then, so you want to know what else you could do for me, hmmmm..."@@, the stranger weighs his options, @@.blue;"I know! I like riddles, so you'll have to show some brains!"@@ Perfect. @@.blue;"Here we go, pay close attention. <em>The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from [[a foe's attack.|Thank you tfgs]]</em> Who are we?"@@ You think, trying to do your best. You come up with a few ideas. [[Pawns on a chess board|First Riddle Solved]] [[The Eight Musketeers|First Riddle Failed]] [[The A-Team (twice)|First Riddle Failed]] [[The Eight Immortals|First Riddle Failed]]

<<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $bimboSex1 = 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $haircolour = "dirty blonde hair">><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $eyes = "brown with blue blotches">><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>>You resign yourself to the fact that you're going to have sex with this stranger, whose name you still don't even know. You're on your back, already naked, and he's currently rubbing his dick in between your ass cheeks, just warming up. Well, at least he'll get his cock a little wet before entering you, that's a relief. Fortunately, you've got the fog on @@.pink;your side@@. Its job seems to be to redirect sensations, so when the stranger pushes past your sphincter with force, your pain only lasts seconds before that @@.pink;cute@@ dumb smile starts creeping onto your face, growing with every thrust. Soon, you're a @@.pink;bubbly@@ mess, bouncing up and down his meat, every lunge more delightful than the last. Dear God, you could get used to @@.pink;getting used@@. Your moans are earth-shattering by now, you feel your mind leaving as more and more of your brain gets @@.pink;fucked out of your head@@. Perhaps that's not a bad thing. It certainly doesn't feel that way. You wish this moment could last forever, but sadly, it can't. Not feeling anything but the stranger's cock twitching, you're injected a fresh dose of semen, as far up your ass as it will go. You both delight in the feeling, your mind long gone, drooling it out of your mouth one drop at a time. He pulls out with a @@.pink;lovely@@ popping noise, and decides your open mouth is just perfect to clean his dick after a successful conquest. Thanking him with a post-orgasm moan, he throws a note your way, right before leaving you there in the alley. Once your mind has reinstated itself, you'll realise it contains instructions to perform in order to open a pathway that hopefully bears new answers for you. After coming down off your @@.pink;cock trance@@, you realise it's getting rather late. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Impressive performance. At the end of this week, you'll be my sweet little@@ @@.pink;Bimbo@@@@.red;, I can feel it"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@'s voice in your head, mocking you.<<else>>@@.bunny;"Wowiiiiiiiiiie,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, I'm like your biggest fan already! You make me look so innocent *giggle*"@@, you hear @@.bunny;Bunny@@ celebrate, which can only be bad news.<<endif>> <<if $boughtClothes is 0>>You still haven't bought new clothes. Your reaction to passing the boutique was already quite harsh today, you don't know what it'll be like tomorrow. You feel like your condition won't allow you to keep wearing your old clothes. [[This is your last chance to go to the boutique.|The Mall - Boutique 1]] [[Fuck that, I'm sleepy.|First Day Over - BIMBO]] So you return home.<<elseif $boughtClothes is 1>>That means you can finally [[go back home after a tiring day.|First Day Over - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $brainDrain += 2>><<set $bimboAllin1 = 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $haircolour = "blonde hair">><<set $chest += 3>><<set $eyes = "dark blue with brown blotches">><<set $lips += 1>>You can't believe you ended up here. You can't believe how you ended up here. Right now, your situation is unbelievable. And that's exactly how you feel. The stranger has no inclination of being too gentle with you, he seems to disapprove of @@.pink;what you are@@. Joke's on him though, because you're going to enjoy this more than he can imagine. Your legs already wrapped around him, you start teasing his cock with your cheeks, moving yourself up and down, his meat sliding over you bare ass. Although he just seemed like he was going to make a quick affair out of this, he enjoys your attention greatly, allowing you to continue your work, making you @@.pink;so, so proud@@. You don't want to be a tease though. You want to have @@.pink;fun@@. And he deserves to have a dip in your @@.pink;rear honeypot@@. So after getting his dick @@.pink;nice and hard@@, as well as a little lubed from sweat and pre-cum, you decide to finally @@.pink;take what's yours@@. Ramming your legs downwards with speed, the stranger's dick impales you uncontrollably, filling your entire body with delicious pain. From here on out, it's all autopilot. Every one of his plunges into you feels like he's poking your brain directly with his dick, more and more of your faculties being shut down steadily. Finally, you reach the stage where you can only describe yourself as being in a drunken stupor once again. Unconscious, for all intents and purposes, your only conscious acts serving to @@.pink;fill your boypussy up good@@. Soon, even those last instincts fade, as you lose control of all of your limbs. If you were on autopilot before, now you're just a drone, remote controlled by your @@.pink;cum tunnel@@. There's no other feeling like it, you would thank the nice @@.pink;pink fog@@ in your brain, if you weren't busy drooling on your <<if $chest gte 0, $chest lt 1>>a completely flat chest<<elseif $chest gte 1, $chest lt 2>>small chest bumps<<elseif $chest gte 2, $chest lt 3>>A cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 3, $chest lt 4>>B cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 4, $chest lt 5>>C cup breasts<<endif>> right now. You don't even feel the rough asphalt on your back, the rough hands of the stranger, holding you for support. Nothing. But you feel every vein on his rod, the twitching of his dick inside you, as he finally pumps you full of @@.pink;the juice only good girls get@@. He has no romantic inclinations, unsurprisingly. Using your mouth to clean his cock, he leaves you some more of his special gift. @@.pink;You must've been a <em>really</em> good girl today. Way to go! *teehee*@@ He drops a little note on your face. Once you come up from your @@.pink;drunken fuck trance@@, you'll see it gives you instructions to perform at the mall, bringing you closer to your target of removing this cursed choker. @@.pink;But you wouldn't want to get separated from your lucky charm, would you?@@ Another thing you note is that there's a puddle of semen on your stomach. Did he?... No, of course not. It's yours. It appears your prostate is much more sensitive than some women's clits. @@.pink;And I can't wait to have one of those!@@ You eat the cum from your belly, you don't want all of that to go to waste. After waiting long enough for the fog to let you stand up and wipe your mouth again, you realise it's gotten pretty late. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Wow, you outdid yourself today. Maybe you're better suited to this purpose than you initially thought, my sweet little@@ @@.pink;Bimbo@@@@.red;"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@'s voice in your head, mocking you.<<else>>@@.bunny;"Wowiiiiiiiiiie,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, I'm like your biggest fan already! You make me look so innocent *giggle*"@@, you hear @@.bunny;Bunny@@ celebrate, which can only be bad news.<<endif>> <<if $boughtClothes is 0>>You still haven't bought new clothes. Your reaction to passing the boutique was already quite harsh today, you don't know what it'll be like tomorrow. You feel like your condition won't allow you to keep wearing your old clothes. [[This is your last chance to go to the boutique.|The Mall - Boutique 1]] [[Fuck that, I'm sleepy.|First Day Over - BIMBO]] So you return home.<<elseif $boughtClothes is 1>>That means you can finally [[go back home after a tiring day.|First Day Over - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $riddleSolved = 1>>@@.blue;"Correct, correct!"@@, the stranger jubilates, @@.blue;"You're smarter than you look!"@@ You take it as a compliment. @@.blue;"That was certainly entertaining. Here's the note for you, you've thoroughly earned it!"@@ You're delighted to hear that. Taking the note from the mysterious stranger, it seems you have to stand in a specific spot, doing a bunch of things to open up a pathway to the place you're looking for. Sounds medieval. Too medieval for you at this time of day, you realise. You've had a long day, so your decide to let your investigation rest for now. <<if $boughtClothes is 0>>You still haven't bought new clothes. Your reaction to passing the boutique was already quite harsh today, you don't know what it'll be like tomorrow. You feel like your condition won't allow you to keep wearing your old clothes. [[This is your last chance to go to the boutique.|The Mall - Boutique 1]] [[Fuck that, I'm sleepy.|First Day Over - BIMBO]] So you return home.<<elseif $boughtClothes is 1>>That means you can finally [[go back home after a tiring day.|First Day Over - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $riddleSolved = 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 2>>@@.blue;"Very funny, but sadly, completely wrong!"@@, the stranger shocks you. @@.blue;"You really tried, didn't you?"@@ You did. You're not sure what you'll do now... This really nags at you, causing you some serious strain. @@.blue;"It'd be rude of me not to help you out though. I wanted entertainment and I got as much. Here, take this note, follow the instructions on there and you'll find the place you're looking for."@@ You're incredibly relieved that you still received the clue you'd been hoping for. If you hadn't you wouldn't have known what to go on next. The note seems to indicate there's a special position to stand on, with some actions to perform and you'll unlock a secret place. Sounds medieval. Too medieval for today, you've spent so much time at the mall already, you wanna quit your quest for now. <<if $boughtClothes is 0>>You still haven't bought new clothes. Your reaction to passing the boutique was already quite harsh today, you don't know what it'll be like tomorrow. You feel like your condition won't allow you to keep wearing your old clothes. [[This is your last chance to go to the boutique.|The Mall - Boutique 1]] [[Fuck that, I'm sleepy.|First Day Over - BIMBO]] So you return home.<<elseif $boughtClothes is 1>>That means you can finally [[go back home after a tiring day.|First Day Over - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 1, Tuesday">>After a good night's sleep, you drag yourself out of bed. You wish you could just get this all over with. As boring as your old life was, you weren't in danger of becoming a @@.pink;sex-crazed fuckdoll@@. Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggfuck, when will you remember to stop thinking these things? Crying about spilled milk won't get you anywhere, you just have to get out there again and work with what you're given. So you get ready like you do every morning, the rest of it being uneventful, reminding you once more of the life you used to have. But for now, it's [[off to the mall|The Mall - Second Day]] for you.

<<set $naked = 0>><<set $tookClothes = 0>>On your way to the office, a petite lady suddenly jumps out in front of you. @@.blue;"What's up,@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.blue;?"@@, she asks, staggering you badly. @@.blue;"Wow, I didn't think that'd work! That's so cool... Anyway,@@ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<else>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.blue; sent me to take care of your clothing situation. Come along."@@ You don't have much choice in the matter, seeing as she grabs your arm and literally pulls you into a storage room nearby. Upon entering, you realise it's more of a walk-in wardrobe, weird location for one. Then again, what's normal in your life? @@.blue;"Alright, so you actually have the choice here, count yourself lucky. The missus didn't seem too happy with you."@@ No shit. @@.blue;"Thus, I propose you better pick the outfit. I mean, I can't force you to, I'm not the fashion police, but I doubt you'd want to upset you-know-who."@@ She's quite right about that. If <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<else>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> really organised somebody to take you here, and she can keep you under surveillance through the choker, you don't want to imagine the repercussions for sticking with your male clothes. The other thing you realise though, is that the outfit doesn't hide your choker... You might want to come back here after you finish work today, there shouldn't be enough time to be punished for anything. Then again, better safe than sorry. --Pick your new outfit-- [[A dark red chemise with a black miniskirt]] <<if $officeDayover is 0>>[[You won't pick one right now.|The Office]] Remember, you can come back after work. Maybe you shouldn't wait any longer than that though...<<endif>>

<<set $shirt to "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra to "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear to "a red satin thong">><<set $tookClothes to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>This outfit may be the most conservative of the bunch, but puts you dangerously close to exposing more of your bottom half than you wish. The red blouse shows no cleavage and has a quite professional look about it. The satin bra in the same colour is invisible through the opaque chemise and sits quite comfortably. The other half of the outfit is what worries you though. The black miniskirt is <em>really</em> mini. Bending over at the hips is out of the question if you pick this one. @@.azure;Or maybe that's the point?@@ If you ever do, your suggestive satin thong is going to do all the necessary talking. <<if $officeDayover is 0>>[[Take the outfit.|The Office]]\ <<elseif $officeDayover is 1>>[[Take the outfit.|First Day Over - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> <<back>>

[img[images/anri-okita-02298680.jpg]] <<back>>

Once again you enter the mall, a bit more familiar with its layout by now. <<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>>Perhaps you didn't need to get fucked by a stranger you're probably never going to see again to achieve that though...<<endif>> As you pass the boutique, @@.pink;would you look at this gorgeous push-up...@@, the clerk comes out as she sees you passing by. <<if $boughtClothes is 1>>@@.blue;"Hold up a second!"@@, she shouts out to you, as she approaches, @@.blue;"I realised I sent you away without any shoes yesterday, that looks a little ridiculous, don't you think?"@@ She points at your $shoes. You hadn't even noticed. Still stuck in your old world, it seems. @@.pink;"You're right, I've already come this far, it makes no difference now."@@ You see no point in fighting it. You're already wearing <<if $$provocativeDress is 1>>an outrageous @@.pink;lovely@@ outfit<<else>>a really feminine outfit<<endif>>, if anything you'll look <em>more</em> sensible if you pick fitting shoes. So, you follow the clerk [[into the boutique once more.|The Mall - Boutique 2]]<<else>>@@.blue;"Hey you!"@@, she shouts to get your attention, @@.blue;"Why didn't you come in yesterday? I was told you would come by."@@ Did <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> really orchestrate something? If she did, you know what awaits you if you pick up on it. If you don't, then you have <em>no clue</em> what she'll do next. You can ponder this however much you want, but it won't change the fact that this clerk is rather impatient, grabbing your arm, and pulling you [[into the boutique.|The Mall - Boutique 2]]<<endif>>

<<if $boughtClothes is 1>>@@.blue;"This should be easier than to pick an entire outfit, right? We've prepared four choices for you that we think will suit your tastes best. They all have different heel sizes, but I've seen you@@ @@.pink;perform@@, I think you'll have no trouble at all." What the hell does that mean? Nevermind. Focus. Focus on the pair calling out to you... yes, you need to have them. <<if $brainDrain lte 2>>[[White pumps with 3 inch heels]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>>[[Black boots with 4 inch heels]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>>[[Pink pumps with 5 inch heels]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>[[Very... 'particular' 7 inch heels]]<<endif>><<else>>Immediately upon entering the boutique, you notice a peculiar smell. The clerk sees your puzzled expression. @@.blue;"There's some renovation going on, they just finished painting."@@ You're quite certain that's not paint you smell. @@.blue;"So let's get this started. Maybe you'll be cooperative this time around."@@ You don't remember ever promising cooperation, nor being expected to. Whatever, if your body continues changing, your old clothes will only make you look ridiculous anyway, so perhaps it's best to swallow this pill now and starting to get used to the idea of wearing @@.pink;appropriate@@ clothes. No, female clothes. Argh, your mind's playing tricks with you again. You'll probably get used to those outfits faster than you can think... A few minutes later, the clerk returns, outfits folded over her arm. She hangs them up one by one, until the final dress hangs before you, for your eyes to gaze upon... to lock onto it, to cherish it, to worship it. What is happening? Your field of view is limited, narrowing further with each passing second. The pink dress hanging before you takes on a luminescent quality, standing out more and more. It gets larger... no, you are walking towards it, or at least your legs are. Your arms extend in front of you, reaching out towards the dress, longing for its feel on your skin. When you make contact, you moan. You actually moan. You tear the dress towards you, a wild movement, yet cautious not to endanger it in any way. You pull it close, oh so close, whereupon you start ripping your clothes off. Shirt, pants, underwear, it all has to make room. Make room for @@.pink;what you really are@@. You're lying on the floor, the dress piled up on your face. It's a ridiculous scene, but you won't have any of it. You'll bathe in this dress and you're going to draw it out as long as you want to. You conclude that wearing it would feel even better though. So you proceed to stand up, and put the dress on. The feeling is orgasmic, the way your right @@.pink;tit@@ is halfway exposed, all the cuts, the tight-hugging fit. It's perfect for you. It <strong>@@.pink;is@@</strong> you. @@.blue;"Th-that's interesting. There are shoes to go along with it, you know."@@ She hands you a pair of heels and your fascination will have no end. These will be marvelous. You put them on as fast as you can, only half-hearing the lock on them shutting with an audible click. You feel almost as good, almost as @@.pink;drunk@@ as when you're lying on your back with... well. Absolutely enthralled, you look into the mirror to get the full show, a vision of @@.pink;pink@@ perfection. <<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>This must be the sluttiest dress you've ever seen in real life. @@.pink;That's right...@@ It's a clubbing dress in a bright neon pink, ensuring you'll always be the center of attention. The material seems to be lycra or something, giving it a distinct "wet-look". Shocking (@@.pink;more like exciting@@) you the most is probably the fact that it exposes the entire lower half of your right breast, just one little tremor and you're flashing everybody. @@.pink;You can't wait...@@ Naturally that means that you're wearing no bra underneath that. Fortunately, they allow you to cover your nether regions, since the skirt of the dress only just covers your butt, and only if you're @@.pink;not bouncing around on a meaty cock at the moment@@. It's an an outrageous sight though, like the whole outfit, the tiny pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME, STUD'@@ in large, purple letters over the front and the back. @@.pink;What? It's true...@@ [img[images/3wanz00250pl.png]] Panning your view downwards wistfully, your excitement is revived at the sight of your heels. <<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">>Wow. Just wow. These heels absolutely complete your outfit. They give you 7 inches in height, and surely make you look your @@.pink;sluttiest@@. They're bright pink, which of course is an absolute crucial criterium for any shoe you'd consider for your feet. Most remarkably, they are locked now... you won't get out of these easily, @@.pink;but fortunately, that doesn't apply to the rest of your outfit!@@ [img[images/ftw-7inch-maxilock-1.jpg]] Fully, @@.pink;happily@@ clothed, you are finished with your business in the boutique and can move on to your other plans. Damn, it smells nice in here though. Anyway, [[time to follow that clue.|The Mall Adventure - Day 2]]<<endif>>

<<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>These black leather boots have "only" a 4 inch heel and reach about halfway up to your knees. You seem rather comfortable with them, and they'd make a good choice if you don't want to give in to your new ditzy, bubbly airhead @@.pink;life--@@ PERSONA... They probably don't go too well together with most of the outfits, however. [[Take these shoes.|The Mall Adventure - Day 2]]

<<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>These white pumps go a little better with the mostly bright, colourful theme that your outfits seem to adhere to. They sport 3 inch heels, which isn't too high, but not exactly comfortable either. Needless to say, there are worse choices to make, you'd be both fashionable and reasonably balanced most of the time. [[Take these shoes.|The Mall Adventure - Day 2]]

<<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>These shoes would most likely be called "'fuck me' pumps" in the common tongue. Fortunately, your whole situation is less than common and there's nobody here to comment anyway. These pumps are a garish pink, complementing quite an amount of clothing options at your disposal. The 5 inch heels would be a challenge, especially to @@.pink;all the burly men, trying to resist you...@@ [[Take these shoes.|The Mall Adventure - Day 2]]

<<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>Wow. Just wow. These heels absolutely stand out. They give you 7 inches in height, and surely make you look your @@.pink;sluttiest@@. They're bright pink, which of course is an absolute crucial criterium for any shoe you'd consider for your feet, @@.pink;right?@@ Most remarkably, they can be locked... you won't get out of these easily, @@.pink;but fortunately, that doesn't have to apply to the rest of your outfit!@@ [img[images/ftw-7inch-maxilock-1.jpg]] [[Take these shoes.|The Mall Adventure - Day 2]] @@.pink;That's my girl.@@

<<set $cash = 300>><<set $cashStat = 1>>Fully refreshed, you step out of the boutique, realising that you still didn't have to spend any money there. You check your wallet to get a grasp on your finances. $$300, alright. Shopping for clothes really seems to make the @@.pink;new you@@ quite giddy. You hope for that sentiment to be gone forever after the week ends.<<if $boughtClothes is 0>>Whatever that smell in the air was, it left a little strain on your mind, like the odor of strong chemicals<<set $mentalStrain += 1>><<endif>> Regardless of your feelings for outfit acquisition, you need to get started on solving this mystery, so you go to the floor specified in the instructions you received from the mysterious stranger and stand in the very spot you're supposed to stand in. Now, the note tells you to look out for a noticeable groove in a specific brick. There it is! Next you need to... lick it. Well, at least that explains why nobody accidentally found this place. Fortunately, your shopping spree ate up quite some time, and it's actually dark already. The mall is nearly deserted, you don't see anybody on the entire floor, you're pretty far up. There's a silver lining to everything. But, enough time wasted. You lick the groove. Nothing happens. ... Well. Maybe you didn't do it right. You have nothing else to go on, and there's nobody to see you here, so fuck it, this is important, or at least it could be. You get to licking some more. This time, it comes much more natural to you, so much so that a little accidental moan escapes your lips. Lips... you now realise, a little late, what this act very closely resembles and that this brick doesn't feel nearly as rough as a brick should. Therefore resolving to continue, reasoning that you're probably required to show a bit of effort, you bear down on it and are soon awarded with some fluid infiltrating your mouth. You @@.pink;giggle@@ in surprise, unable to help yourself. Some drops escape your mouth, revealing the fluid to be somewhat thick and transparent pink. You feel some heat spreading through your body and some @@.pink;pink@@ throughout your brain.<<set $mentalStrain += 2>> As you turn around though, you see a guy standing behind you, [[giving you the most confused look you've seen on a man's face.|The Mall Adventure - Second Encounter]]

@@.pink;"Uuuuh..."@@, you stammer. @@.blue;"Well?"@@ The stranger looks at you, incredulous. @@.pink;"Um..."@@ Nice job. @@.blue;"Thank God you're wearing that necklace so that everybody knows what a@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@ @@.blue;you are, people might have mistaken you for Marie Curie otherwise!"@@ Oh no, not that wooo...@@.pink;hooooooooord@@, your heaving sets in, your skull gets crowded. The stranger is really not following at this point. But you're sure he'll get some idea, soon enough. <<if $provocativeDress is 1 and $mentalStrain gt 3>>@@.blue;"Fuck it. Dressed like a cheap@@ @@.pink;WHORE@@@@.blue;, moaning loudly in a public mall. You're probably going to thank me for this."@@ Before he can carry out his plan though, you jump him. His tirade affected you so badly, fuck, you @@.pink;NEED@@ him right now. You tackle him to the ground, sitting on his stomach, leaning back a little. The short skirt of your dress causes your panties to be fully exposed. @@.blue;"'@@@@.purple;TAKE ME STUD@@@@.blue;'?"@@ The stranger looks down at your thong, reading it. @@.pink;"Pweeeeeaaaaaaaase~"@@ you moan. Oh no, the fog overtook your speaking faculties now. <<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>>That didn't happen last time, especially not before you even started anything. <<endif>>This can't end well for you. Flashing a wide smile, the stranger picks you up at your hips, eliciting a girly, @@.pink;bimbo *giggle*@@ from you, and twirls you around, so you're in @@.pink;your happy place@@<<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>> once more<<endif>>. Your @@.pink;boypussy@@ is twitching [[in anticipation.|The Mall Adventure - Second All In]]<<elseif $provocativeDress is 1 and $mentalStrain is 3>>@@.blue;"Fuck it. Dressed like a cheap@@ @@.pink;WHORE@@@@.blue;, moaning loudly in a public mall. You're probably going to thank me for this."@@ Before he can carry out his plan though, you jump him. His tirade affected you so badly, fuck, you @@.pink;NEED@@ him right now. You tackle him to the ground, sitting on his stomach, leaning back a little. The short skirt of your dress causes your panties to be fully exposed. @@.blue;"'@@@@.purple;TAKE ME STUD@@@@.blue;'?"@@ The stranger looks down at your thong, reading it. @@.pink;"Pweeeeeaaaaaaaase~"@@ you moan. Oh no, the fog overtook your speaking faculties now. <<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>>That didn't happen last time, especially not before you even started anything. <<endif>>This can't end well for you. Flashing a wide smile, the stranger picks you up at your hips, eliciting a girly, @@.pink;bimbo *giggle*@@ from you, and twirls you around, so you're in @@.pink;your happy place@@<<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>> once more<<endif>>. Your @@.pink;boypussy@@ is twitching [[in anticipation.|The Mall Adventure - Second Sex]] You have just enough self-control not to go completely crazy though. That is, if you even want to have self-control. [[Crazy sounds just like your style.|The Mall Adventure - Second All In]]<<elseif $provocativeDress is 0 and $mentalStrain gt 4>>@@.blue;"Fuck it. Proudly calling yourself@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@@@.blue;, moaning loudly in a public mall. You're probably going to thank me for this."@@ Before he can carry out his plan though, you jump him. His tirade affected you so badly, fuck, you @@.pink;NEED@@ him right now. You tackle him to the ground, sitting on his stomach, leaning back a little. You grind against his dick as you cry out @@.pink;"Cummy baaaaaad!"@@ Oh no, the fog overtook your speaking faculties now. <<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>>That didn't happen last time, especially not before you even started anything. <<endif>>This can't end well for you. Flashing a wide smile, the stranger picks you up at your hips, eliciting a girly, @@.pink;bimbo *giggle*@@ from you, and twirls you around, so you're in @@.pink;your happy place@@<<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>> once more<<endif>>. Your @@.pink;boypussy@@ is twitching [[in anticipation.|The Mall Adventure - Second All In]]<<else>>@@.blue;"Fuck it. With your excessive moaning and how you carry yourself, you're probably just waiting for this."@@ He walks over to you with a stern step, pinning you forcefully against the brick wall you were ministrating mere moments ago. Oh @@.pink;Gawd@@, his manliness makes you so @@.pink;wet@@. You need to end this as long as you still can. How do you react? [[Drop down to your knees, or better yet, on your back directly, hoping to go all in.|The Mall Adventure - Second All In]] [[Give him a piece of your mind, returning his forceful attitude.|The Mall Adventure - Second Sex Avoided]] [[Whince at his forceful display, hoping to stir compassion.|The Mall Adventure - Second Sex]]<<endif>>

<<set $naked = 1>><<set $bimboAllin2 = 1>><<set $brainDrain += 2>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 3>><<set $lips += 1>><<if $haircolour is "dirty blonde hair">><<set $haircolour = "platinum blonde hair">><<elseif $haircolour is "dark brown hair with barely visible blonde streaks">><<set $haircolour = "blonde hair">><<elseif $haircolour is "blonde hair">><<set $haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair">><<endif>><<if $eyes is "quite open and light brown">><<set $eyes = "dark blue with brown blotches">><<elseif $eyes is "brown with blue blotches">><<set $eyes = "dark blue">><<elseif $eyes is "dark blue with brown blotches">><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.pink;glittery@@ blue">><<endif>>You need it so badly right now, fuck. You don't care. All inhibitions are leaving your body, you'll do <em>anything</em> to get a @@.pink;good, hard dick into you@@ right now.<<if $provocativeDress is 1>> Fortunately, your outfit was made for this purpose. Even dressed, you look like a @@.pink;sexpot@@, always ready to @@.pink;impale yourself willingly on a hard manly rod@@. And if you're honest, that absolutely applies to you right now, which makes you all the happier when the stranger only has to take off your @@.pink;beautiful@@ panties and immediately gains access to the most important parts of your body. <<endif>> @@.pink;"So hoooooornyyyyy, pweeeeaaaase"@@, you whine, jiggling your @@.pink;juicy hips@@. The @@.pink;stud@@ reacts immediately, not wasting any time. He has you bend over, <<if $provocativeDress is 1>>so that the dress automatically rides up high enough, he doesn't even take it off<<else>>undressing you just enough to get access to your @@.pink;core@@.<<endif>> @@.pink;Gawd@@, this position looks so hot. Your head is positioned right before your spread legs, which you can see, looking back, mounted on your $shoes, the pose making you look ultimately @@.pink;slutty@@. The buzzing in your brain sets in as a reward. @@.pink;Hmmmmmmm, good girl.@@ The stranger pushes in and those last thoughts vanish. There's only your @@.pink;boypussy@@ and @@.pink;the fog@@ now. The stranger went in dry and you're feeling the effects, but only for a few seconds, @@.pink;the fog@@ really does a magnificent job. Your moans set in with the continuing plowing and slapping you receive from behind. His grunts seem to indicate that he's having @@.pink;lots and lots of fun@@ too, which makes you really @@.pink;proud@@ and elicits a @@.pink;*giggle*@@ from you. As he hears that, he goes even faster. @@.pink;"So if I giggle, I get more fun?"@@, you ponder. You <strong>@@.pink;have@@</strong> to remember that. Sweet lord, your moans are getting so loud, if the mall wasn't completely empty, you'd have attracted a real crowd. @@.pink;Next time I should come earlier *teehee*.@@ Things are getting intense, you're so far gone you're starting to drool again, an easy way to tell you're in @@.pink;your happy place@@ right now. You feel so alive right now, so @@.pink;goooooood@@. Again, the stranger speeds up at your drooling and giggling, your moans already piercing walls and windows, you're sure. @@.pink;"Shank you, Daddy"@@, you manage to get past your drooling lips, and the stranger suddenly <strong>explodes</strong> into you, you've never felt nor seen a load this big. @@.pink;Lucky You! *teehee*@@ You twitch all over your body as you're being @@.pink;filled to the brim with sticky lovejuice@@. You're certain that some of the cum is finding a path all the way into your skull, at least it's all you have on your mind right now. You totally break down, unable to support your own body anymore, you drop off the stranger's dick with a @@.pink;cute@@ pop and collapse to the floor, the twitching not yet having stopped. Sperm slowly seeps out of your @@.pink;cum dump@@, a delicious feeling, you easily have enough inside you anyway. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Gotten a taste, have we?"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@ mock you over the choker. She always was rather curt and succinct. Fuck.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Wowiiiiiiie,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you're really taking all my advice. I'm so proud of you! Kisses <3"@@, you hear @@.bunny;Bunny@@ squeal over the choker, giddy with excitement over your situation. This can't be good for you...<<endif>> The stranger says something in goodbye, but he uses @@.pink;big, dumb@@ words so your mind doesn't even register. He cleans off his dick on your thigh, zips his pants and takes his leave. @@.pink;How nice of him, to leave you something for later!@@ Once the fog subsides, you immediately, gratefully accept his offer, slurping his juice up from your thigh and stand yourself up, directly facing the wall. You see a little card jutting out between two bricks. You take it, apparently your next clue won't be at the mall anymore. How sad, you have so many @@.pink;happy memories@@ here, one of which you made tonight. Regardless, you gotta finish this @@.pink;dumb@@ mission, so you pocket the note. It's gotten really late, so you make [[your way home.|Second Day Over - BIMBO]] As you're walking, people look at you weirdly - @@.pink;jealously@@ - for the cum running down your body, as well as your @@.pink;pretty choker@@. Everyone who shoots you a look, gets a happy, @@.pink;cummy@@ smile back!

<<set $naked = 1>><<set $bimboSex2 = 1>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "dirty blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark brown with blue blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $haircolour = "blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark blue with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $haircolour = "shiny blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark blue">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.pink;glittery@@ blue">><<set $haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair">><<endif>>@@.blue;"Crying for more, huh? Well, I can arrange that"@@, the stranger says, and you know you're not going to get out of this now. He has you where he wants you, and soon @@.pink;you'll have <em>it</em> where you want it, hmmmmmmmm.@@ That last moan wasn't just in your head, it actually escaped your mouth.<<if $provocativeDress is 1>> Your outfit was made for this purpose. Even dressed, you look like a @@.pink;sexpot@@, always ready to @@.pink;impale yourself willingly on a hard manly rod@@. And if you're honest, that absolutely applies to you right now, which makes you all the happier when the stranger only has to take off your @@.pink;beautiful@@ panties and immediately gains access to the most important parts of your body. <<endif>> He really wastes no time. He has you bend over, <<if $provocativeDress is 1>>so that the dress automatically rides up high enough, he doesn't even take it off<<else>>undressing you just enough to get access to your @@.pink;core@@.<<endif>> @@.pink;Gawd@@, this position looks so hot. Your head is positioned right before your spread legs, which you can see, looking back, mounted on your $shoes, the pose making you look ultimately @@.pink;slutty@@. The buzzing in your brain sets in as a reward. @@.pink;Hmmmmmmm, good girl.@@ The stranger pushes in and those last thoughts vanish. There's only your @@.pink;boypussy@@ and @@.pink;the fog@@ now. The stranger went in dry and you're feeling the effects, but only for a few seconds, @@.pink;the fog@@ really does a magnificent job. Your moans set in with the continuing plowing and slapping you receive from behind. His grunts seem to indicate that he's having @@.pink;lots and lots of fun@@ too, which makes you really @@.pink;proud@@ and elicits a @@.pink;*giggle*@@ from you. As he hears that, he goes even faster. @@.pink;"So if I giggle, I get more fun?"@@, you ponder. You <strong>@@.pink;have@@</strong> to remember that. Sweet lord, your moans are getting so loud, if the mall wasn't completely empty, you'd have attracted a real crowd. @@.pink;Next time I should come earlier *teehee*.@@ Things are getting intense, you're so far gone you're starting to drool again, an easy way to tell you're in @@.pink;your happy place@@ right now. You feel so alive right now, so @@.pink;goooooood@@. Again, the stranger speeds up at your drooling and giggling, your moans already piercing walls and windows, you're sure. @@.pink;"Shank you, Daddy"@@, you manage to get past your drooling lips, and the stranger suddenly <strong>explodes</strong> into you, you've never felt nor seen a load this big. @@.pink;Lucky You! *teehee*@@ You twitch all over your body as you're being @@.pink;filled to the brim with sticky lovejuice@@. You're certain that some of the cum is finding a path all the way into your skull, at least it's all you have on your mind right now. You totally break down, unable to support your own body anymore, you drop off the stranger's dick with a @@.pink;cute@@ pop and collapse to the floor, the twitching not yet having stopped. Sperm slowly seeps out of your @@.pink;cum dump@@, a delicious feeling, you easily have enough inside you anyway. The stranger says something in goodbye, but he uses @@.pink;big, dumb@@ words so your mind doesn't even register. He cleans off his dick on your thigh, zips his pants and takes his leave. @@.pink;How nice of him, to leave you something for later!@@ Once the fog subsides, you immediately, gratefully accept his offer, slurping his juice up from your thigh and stand yourself up, directly facing the wall. You see a little card jutting out between two bricks. You take it, apparently your next clue won't be at the mall anymore. How sad, you have so many @@.pink;happy memories@@ here, one of which you made tonight. Regardless, you gotta finish this @@.pink;dumb@@ mission, so you pocket the note. It's gotten really late, so you make [[your way home.|Second Day Over - BIMBO]] As you're walking, people look at you weirdly - @@.pink;jealously@@ - for the cum running down your body, as well as your @@.pink;pretty choker@@. Everyone who shoots you a look, gets a happy, @@.pink;cummy@@ smile back!

@@.pink;"Listen here, my choice of clothing is none of your concern"@@, you give him an earful, your tone unfitting for your @@.pink;slutty@@ exterior, @@.pink;"I'd advise you to back off, before I scream 'rape', which wouldn't be too much of a stretch, looking at how you threatened me just now."@@ The man is visibly shaken, completely unexpecting of this kind of reaction. He clearly knows you mean it, and he clearly knows you're right. @@.blue;"I... um... uh..."@@, now you've got him stammering. @@.pink;"Just LEAVE!"@@ You shout, and immediately, he does, but not without tripping over his own feet twice. He's gone quite fast, looking to avoid any possible police involvement. Still, he was pressed up so close against you a few moments ago, so manly... Ugh, the thought doesn't leave your head, you bite your lower lip as the stranger disappears from your view.<<set $mentalStrain += 1>> You're glad your silver tongue didn't leave you yet, @@.pink;you should use it more often@@. Calming down after this ordeal, you turn around and look back at the wall, the entire reason you came here. You see a little note jutting out between two of the bricks. You had expected something more grandiose, like part of the brick wall pushing inwards and sliding to the side, revealing a secret chamber. Subtlety might be a good approach in your current situation though, so you don't fret over the disappointment too long. Your trip to the mall ends here. The note says so. Your next target is somewhere else in the city so apparently you exhausted all your options here. Two notes is all you got for it. If you want to hope to end this thing at some point, you'll have to speed this process up and finally get a real clue of what's going on. Time goes by as it wants, however, beyond your control. Today isn't any different. It was already dark before the stranger started his little ploy, you can't drive somewhere else now and hope to accomplish something. It's time to [[head home.|Second Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $naked = 0>><<if $brainDrain gte 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Kari">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Kandi">><<endif>><<if $bimboAllin2 is 1>>By the time you're back in your apartment, you come down off your trip somewhat, the magnitude of events dawning on you as you set foot through the front door. <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>Only a couple step(s) left until you completely lose yourself and permanently become... a @@.pink;BIMBO@@.<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $bimboName = 1>> According to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>, you've already lost. If she's right, you've already decided your fate, happily choosing, of your own volition, to permanently become a @@.pink;BIMBO@@ after just two days. Surprisingly, the thought doesn't terrify you. Maybe that's the point. You lose your grasp on your identity without even noticing. Trying to recapture what has happened, you just try the simplest thing. Your name. @@.pink;"Heyaaaaaa, I'm $firstname $lastname, I'm like super duper excited to meet you! *giggle*"@@. So everything's still normal. That thought relieves you, a lot. Perhaps you should check yourself out [[in the mirror|Appearance]], just for @@.pink;funsies@@? <<endif>> But maybe you don't want to. Maybe you just want to forget the events of the day right before you got here, and just [[get some sleep|The Third Day - BIMBO]].<<elseif $bimboSex2 is 1>>By the time you're back in your apartment, you start feeling less good about yourself. Only <<if $brainDrain is 1>>4 steps<<elseif $brainDrain is 2>>3 steps<<elseif $brainDrain is 3>>2 steps<<elseif $brainDrain is 4>>1 step<<endif>> left until you completely lose yourself and permanently become... a @@.pink;BIMBO@@. You don't want to think about it. However, maybe you should take a look [[in the mirror|Appearance]], to see if you changed? Or maybe you just want to forget the acts you committed right before you got here, and just [[get some sleep|The Third Day - BIMBO]].<<elseif $bimboAllin2 is 0 and $bimboSex2 is 0 and $mentalStrain gt 0>>As you set foot inside your apartment, you're still proud that you didn't succumb to your new urges. You do feel a bit more stressed for it though. You reach into your pocket, finding that man's lollipops. You realise they're those exact dick-shaped lollipops from your dream. They look so @@.pink;delicious@@, you're sure that sucking on a nice cock would @@.pink;put your mind at ease@@. You doubt they're without consequence though, probably causing problems in the long run. So, [[do you suck a lollicock and then go to sleep|The Third Day - BIMBO][$mentalStrain -= 2, $suckTuesday = 1]], or [[do you go straight to bed|The Third Day - BIMBO]].<<else>>As you set foot inside your apartment, you're still proud that you didn't succumb to your new urges. With that feeling of pride, [[you go straight to bed.|The Third Day - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

Thanks to "weird" from TFGS for the riddle! <<back>>

<<set $date = "Week 1, Wednesday">><<if $suckMonday is 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 3>><<endif>>You wake up after a restful night of sleep. After taking care of the usual in the bathroom, you grab a bite to eat. Upon returning to the living room, you notice some deliveries, with notes attached too. <<if $boughtClothes is 1>>Picking up the first one, you read [[what it says.|The Third Day - Makeup Delivery]]<<elseif $boughtClothes is 0>>Picking up the first one, you read [[what it says.|The Third Day - No Clothes Makeup Delivery]]<<endif>>

[img[images/ftw-7inch-maxilock-1.jpg]] <<back>>

@@.blue;"Hi, it's the clerk from the boutique. We weren't sure if you'd return, so we just sent you the last package you need to complete your ensemble. Some makeup! No need to thank us, it's a reward for your@@ @@.pink;continued loyalty@@@@.blue;, we want to show our appreciation. Best regards Jasmine"@@ Makeup, huh? <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>You're not really sure how to feel about that. But then again, you're already wearing women's clothes and women's shoes... It could be a good idea to hide your masculine features, while at the same time trying to preserve them. Right? @@.pink;Riiiiight...@@<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;"Oh yaaaaaaay, cute makeup for Kandi!!"@@, you exclaim, giddily throwing yourself into the makeup cases.<<endif>> --Choose your makeup base colour, or rather, let your feelings choose for you-- <<if $brainDrain lte 2>>[[Black|Black Makeup - BIMBO]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>>[[Red|Red Makeup - BIMBO]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 4>>[[Pink|Pink Makeup - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

Black. This colour might be the tamest, least girly of the bunch, although it has a sort of seductive quality you can't deny. --Select the makeup thickness-- [[Subtle|Makeup Selection Finished - BIMBO][$makeup = "dark makeup", $makeupModifier = "subtle, "]]

Red. This colour is very feminine, a mix between seductively dark and invitingly bright colours. --Select the makeup thickness-- [[Medium|Makeup Selection Finished - BIMBO][$makeup = "luscious red makeup", $makeupModifier = "medium thick, "]]

@@.pink;Pink.@@ The colour that probably defines your condition. Very well. Choosing how thick the makeup will be applied is next. --Select the makeup thickness-- <<if $boughtClothes is 1 and $brainDrain lt 5>>[[Heavy|Makeup Selection Finished - BIMBO][$makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup", $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, "]]\ <<else>>[[Heavy + Fingernails + Toenails|Makeup Selection Finished - BIMBO][$makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup", $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ", $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails", $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails"]]@@.pink; You can't help yourself. You get as much on your face as you can, and you are so <strong>in love</strong> with it. Your fingers and toes are next...@@<<endif>>

@@.blue;"Hi, it's the clerk from the boutique. We weren't sure if you'd return, especially given your track record of elusiveness, so we just sent you the last package you need to complete your ensemble. Some makeup! No need to thank us, it's a reward for your@@ @@.pink;continued loyalty@@@@.blue;, we want to show our appreciation. Best regards Jasmine"@@ Makeup, huh? <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>You're not really sure how to feel about that. But then again, you're already wearing women's clothes and women's shoes... It could be a good idea to hide your masculine features, while at the same time trying to preserve them. Right? @@.pink;Riiiiight...@@<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;"Oh yaaaaaaay, cute makeup for Kandi!!"@@, you exclaim, giddily throwing yourself into the makeup cases.<<endif>> As you dig through the quite sizable amount of options, you get to the makeup case that contains various shades of pink. It seems much more dusty than the others, so you give it a good @@.pink;blow@@ to clean it up a little. Some of the particles find their way into your nose and you feel your senses immediately assaulted by the unknown compound. Particularly your eyesight, as it narrows, quite familiarly, to only leave anything pink in your view, little islands of @@.pink;heaven@@ on your retina. --<em>Choose</em> your makeup base colour-- Pink. @@.pink;Pink@@. [[Piiiiiiink *teehee*|Pink Makeup - BIMBO]]

So now you've got your makeup taken care of. There's quite a few female mannerisms you've taken up by now, but you don't let it get you down for now. <<if $boughtClothes is 1>>So you redirect your attention to the other boxes that arrived. You read the next note attached to one of them. @@.blue;"This box contains the other outfits that you didn't choose back then. They're free for you anyway, so why not take them all and wear them whenever you please?"@@ So you get all the outfits. That's nice, you guess, this way you have some more variety. You sort them into your wardrobe and then go to see [[if you want to switch.|Wardrobe Day 3 - BIMBO]]<<else>>The other two deliveries are just letters, there was only the makeup that came in a large box. You fetch a small knife and open the letter to read it. @@.blue;"Normally, you'd have gotten more than one box, the others filled with the remaining outfits. But you decided to ignore us and we waited for you all day. Well, let's see how you like it. You now have the pleasure to keep wearing that@@ @@.pink;slutty@@ @@.blue;dress for however long you have to. And good luck getting those shoes off!"@@ Maybe you should've trusted your instincts on this one, you had a bad feeling about skipping the boutique from the beginning. At the same time, you don't really blame yourself; your body has been suggesting a lot of things that you wouldn't have agreed with a week ago, you were just being cautious. It makes little difference now. It seems you'll be stuck with this outfit for the foreseeable future. Your means of acquiring it were dubious already, you don't want to know what happens if you try taking it off. Having no choice but to resign yourself to that fact, you decide to simply continue with your day, following [[your next clue.|Following the Clues, Day 3 - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

So you decide to take a look in your wardrobe. You know exactly what you want to wear today. <<if $brainDrain lte 2>>[[A catholic schoolgirl-themed outfit|A catholic schoolgirl-themed outfit Day 3]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>>[[A belly-free t-shirt with tight jeans|A belly-free t-shirt with tight jeans Day 3]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>>[[A pink tube top, with denim hotpants|A pink tube top, with denim hotpants Day 3]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>[[A very risky, pink clubbing dress|A very risky, pink clubbing dress Day 3]]<<endif>>

<<set $lucasFirstname = $firstname>><<set $lucasLastname = $lastname>>Following the directions specified in your latest clue, you arrive at a library. You swear, if this is another location to pick up another note you'll go crazy. Who would meet you in a library? @@.lucas;"Hello there"@@, you turn around, seeing an older man approach you. He wears glasses, has grey hair and a groomed beard. The perfect librarian stereotype. @@.lucas;"looking for something specific, Miss...?"@@ <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>@@.pink;"$lastname. $firstname $lastname. I was told to meet somebody here?"@@<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;"Kandi Taylor!"@@, you reply, perhaps more excited than you intended. @@.pink;"I'm supposed to meet somebody here?"@@, you explain to the man.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Oh yes, I presume that would be me. As I can already see, you're wearing the choker. You probably have questions."@@ <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>@@.pink;"Yes, most certainly, I need to know how the choker works and how to remove it"@@, you inquire, after making introductions. @@.lucas;"Well, I won't bore you with specifics, or pretend to know <em>exactly</em> how it works, I'm no engineer"@@, he explains, @@.lucas;"but I can give you a better understanding of your situation, I hope. My name is Lucas by the way, you can just call me that. And I'll just call you@@ @@.pink;$firstname@@@@.lucas;, if you don't mind."@@ You nod. @@.lucas;"Great. I'll give you a few of the basics, after that, we'll see where it goes. Some of it you probably figured out already. Giving in is a risky gamble. It usually takes some, or even all, of your strain away, but you're sacrificing your mind in the long term. Now, that's the very basic function of it, but there's some more to it. The person who put the choker on you holds great power over you. That person can communicate with you through the choker and observe your actions, even read your feelings, if he or she knows how. On top of that, you can't disobey direct orders from that person, so you better take care to appease whoever put that around your neck. If you've been given a deadline, count yourself lucky. If you haven't, you won't know when that choker's coming off, because you can't remove it."@@ This news shocks you. @@.pink;"What do you mean, I can't remove it?"@@, you <em>have</em> to know. @@.lucas;"I mean that you can't. If the person who put the choker on you tells you a deadline, that's when it comes off. Not earlier and not later."@@ He stays quiet after this. @@.pink;"What, that's all? I follow all these clues and that's all you give me?"@@, you're visibly disappointed. Lucas takes on a bit more stature, he looks offended. @@.lucas;"Excuse me, I don't recall owing you anything. Before you take that attitude with me, you better earn yourself some favour."@@ You can't blame him for chastising you, it was a little rude. But it was only meant to voice disappointment, you've learned very little today, if anything. @@.pink;"You're right, I'm sorry, I was just frustrated. It took me some effort to get here and my life is all upside down right now. Isn't there anything I can do for you?"@@, you ask him. @@.lucas;"Well, since you're asking like that..."@@, you may have just made [[another mistake.|Helping Lucas - Day 3]]<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;"Yeah, yeah, I definitely have a lot of questions... uuh"@@, holy shit, why are you so out of it today? You can hardly concentrate, and what's more, your knees are trembling already. Eventually, you can't hold yourself upright and drop down, kneeling right in front of @@.lucas;Lucas@@' crotch. @@.lucas;"I uuuuh... um..."@@, he stammers and your head seems to communicate something similar. Utterly confused, your hands reach up to the belt almost on their own, undoing it until a penis slaps into your face. The buzzing enters the fray, cheering you on in your brain, for being such a @@.pink;good girl@@. Finally having freed @@.pink;your new friend@@, you get to [[sucking.|Day 3 - BIMBO - Going All In]]<<endif>>

<<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>This outfit is highly fetishised, as you're well aware, but at the same time, it's one of the more conservative options out of the bunch. This outfit features a rather conservative white top. It's buttoned up quite far, revealing some of your collarbone and the upper part of your thoray at worst. No cleavage, fortunately, and the black lace bra underneath isn't even visible through your top. The skirt however is a different story. The tartan pattern is eye-catching, if the length isn't already. The skirt barely reaches mid-thigh, any bending over your hips is going to expose your black lace g-string to everybody, @@.pink;but maybe that's what you want?@@ [[Wear this outfit.|The shoe closet - Day 3]]

<<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>This outfit is already a bit more daring, exposing your entire mid-section. The bright yellow t-shirt clinging tightly to your upper body is evidently to short for you. The sleeves end less than a quarter down your biceps, and from the waist down you're exposed, all the way to your pants. Underneath that shirt you've got a matching yellow bra on, which isn't very raunchy. Adorning your bottom half is a pair of classic blue, <em>really</em> tight jeans, hugging your curves as close as possible, thereby outlining them to anybody who's curious. @@.pink;But maybe that's the point?@@ Beneath your pants you have innocent, cute yellow panties on. [[Wear this outfit.|The shoe closet - Day 3]]

<<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>This set is <em>quite</em> daring now, you're not sure if you should choose it. It'd probably make no difference in reality, but you feel like another choice would be preferable. There isn't much to say about this outfit, seeing as there's not much fabric coming with it. You'd be wearing a tube top, coloured bright pink and exposing your entire upper body besides your chest, which would obviously be emphasised no matter its dimension. Below that, you'd have a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra on, which gives you at least some relief. The bottom isn't much different. It's simply denim cutoffs, barely containing your butt, and even so constantly in the danger of rising up, exposing the pink g-string below, as well as your butt. @@.pink;Good...@@ [[Wear this outfit.|The shoe closet - Day 3]]

<<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>You can't believe you're looking at this. You can't believe you're considering this. This must be the sluttiest dress you've ever seen in real life. @@.pink;That's right...@@ It's a clubbing dress in a bright neon pink, ensuring you'll always be the @@.pink;center of attention@@. The material seems to be lycra or something, giving it a distinct "wet-look". Shocking you the most is probably the fact that it exposes the entire lower half of your right breast, just one little tremor and you're flashing everybody. @@.pink;You can't wait...@@ Naturally that means that you're wearing no bra underneath that. Fortunately, they allow you to cover your nether regions, since the skirt of the dress only just covers your butt, and only if you're @@.pink;not bouncing around on a meaty cock at the moment@@. It's an an outrageous sight though, like the whole outfit, the tiny pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME, STUD'@@ in large, purple letters over the front and the back. @@.pink;What? It's true...@@ Surely, you can't be serious... [img[images/3wanz00250pl.png]] [[Wear this outfit.|The shoe closet - Day 3]]

The last box is self-explanatory, you don't need to read the accompanying letter. It contains all the different shoes you were asked to select back at the boutique. Choose the pair you'd like to wear now. @@.pink;But you know there's only one choice...@@ <<if $brainDrain lte 2>>[[White pumps with 3 inch heels|White pumps with 3 inch heels Day 3]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>>[[Black boots with 4 inch heels|Black boots with 4 inch heels Day 3]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>>[[Pink pumps with 5 inch heels|Pink pumps with 5 inch heels Day 3]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>[[Very... 'particular' 7 inch heels|Very... 'particular' 7 inch heels Day 3]]<<endif>>

<<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>These black leather boots have "only" a 4 inch heel and reach about halfway up to your knees. You seem rather comfortable with them, and they'd make a good choice if you don't want to give in to your new ditzy, bubbly airhead @@.pink;life--@@ PERSONA... They probably don't go too well together with most of the outfits, however. [[Wear these shoes and set out to follow your next lead.|Following the Clues, Day 3 - BIMBO]]

<<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>These white pumps go a little better with the mostly bright, colourful theme that your outfits seem to adhere to. They sport 3 inch heels, which isn't too high, but not exactly comfortable either. Needless to say, there are worse choices to make, you'd be both fashionable and reasonably balanced most of the time. [[Wear these shoes and set out to follow your next lead.|Following the Clues, Day 3 - BIMBO]]

<<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>These shoes would most likely be called "'fuck me' pumps" in the common tongue. Fortunately, your whole situation is less than common and there's nobody here to comment anyway. These pumps are a garish pink, complementing quite an amount of clothing options at your disposal. The 5 inch heels would be a challenge, especially to @@.pink;all the burly men, trying to resist you...@@ [[Wear these shoes and set out to follow your next lead.|Following the Clues, Day 3 - BIMBO]]

<<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>Wow. Just wow. These heels absolutely stand out. They give you 7 inches in height, and surely make you look your @@.pink;sluttiest@@. They're bright pink, which of course is an absolute crucial criterium for any shoe you'd consider for your feet, @@.pink;right?@@ Most remarkably, they can be locked... you won't get out of these easily, @@.pink;but fortunately, that doesn't have to apply to the rest of your outfit!@@ [img[images/ftw-7inch-maxilock-1.jpg]] [[Wear these shoes and set out to follow your next lead.|Following the Clues, Day 3 - BIMBO]]

<<set $cash = 300>>@@.lucas;"Let's stick to a field you probably know quite well by now... sex."@@ What a surprise. @@.lucas;"I'm a bit older, I have difficulties sorting those matters out, but the drive is there, you know what I'm saying?"@@ You really don't want to know. @@.lucas;"So if you could find somebody for me who'd be willing to perform those services, I'd be much obliged, and much more generous with the information I have. It doesn't have to be more than once or twice, I'm not looking to put you into servitude or anything. Of course... if you were so inclined, you could always take care of my problem first hand."@@ And there you have it. You reflect for a bit. Getting this guy sex can't be too hard, can it? He looks like the clean, civil sort of old man. Then again, he doesn't seem to be too age appropriate in his preferences. That brings you to prostitution. Well, you do know one hooker... <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@. Now that's a stupid idea. @@.pink;"Hey, could you have sex with this geezer for me so I can get this magic choker off my neck, which you put there in the first place? That's too kind of you, thanks a lot!"@@ So maybe not that. Guess that only leaves the personal treatment, even when it can't be good for you... <<if $brainDrain lt 3>>You suddenly have another idea though. This is genius, maybe he'll bite.<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain lt 3>>[[Talk to Lucas about 'fleshlights'.|Fleshlight Acquisition - Day 3]] <<endif>>[[Offer yourself completely, utterly, going all in.|Day 3 - BIMBO - Going All In]] [[Agree to his offer, sex for information.|Day 3 - BIMBO - Sex]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@. Normally you'd say this is a terrible idea, but with her new personality, you might just pull something off. She's not exactly hard to fool these days. <<if $brainDrain gt 3>>But then again, you're not sure you want to risk retaliation by her. She's unpredictable, and you're afraid of the consequences.<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain lt 4>>[[You move away a little, trying to reach Bunny through the choker.|The Bunny Deception - Day 3]] <<endif>><<if $brainDrain lt 3>>[[You have another idea. You talk to Lucas about 'fleshlights'.|Fleshlight Acquisition - Day 3]] <<endif>>[[You take the old man yourself, sex for information.|Day 3 - BIMBO - Sex]] [[You take the old man, fully, utterly, going all in.|Day 3 - BIMBO - Going All In]]<<endif>>

<<set $cashStat = 1>>Okay, so you figure you got about 300 dollars to your name and have to find a fleshlight for Lucas. He had no clue what it was, but that can play out to your advantage, he might be pleasantly surprised. Your salary's $$800 a week. Careful though, you have to pay rent every week. That's $$500 every 7 days, it would be prudent to mind your spending a bit. Still, it should be high-quality enough, he wanted a hooker -- or you -- to begin with, so he might not be swayed easily by a piece of silicone. Better make it a good one. At some point you do come across an erotic store. You enter and inspect their selection a bit closer. There's really not much to it. There's a cheaper model that looks like it would break after 3 uses. But if it's only breaking then, it might be good enough to convince @@.lucas;Lucas@@ now, you don't really care if he gets pleasure until the end of days out of this, do you? It would run you $$50. There's an in-between model too. Quite expensive already. Still, just visually you already get a much better impression from it, it could go a long way to convince @@.lucas;Lucas@@ that this is a real solution to his problem. It costs $$100, but would most certainly hold up better than that cheap shit. Lastly, you inspect the luxury fleshlight. It's impressive allround, even for somebody like you, who has no experience with sex toys, @@.pink;and would never use an icky one like this. Those dildos over there howev--@@ <strong>Stop.</strong> You focus once more. This toy has no uncomfortable smell that you can detect, looks both very sturdy and attractive, and upon touching it, feels really nice too, @@.pink;almost as nice as your own rear pussy *giggle*@@. The price is $$150. So which one do you pick? [[The cheap one, you don't know what other kinds of expenses to expect.|Fleshlight Resolution - Day 3][$boughtFleshlight = "cheap", $cash -= 50]] [[The middle one, you don't want to dig really deep in your pocket, but it should impress.|Fleshlight Resolution - Day 3][$boughtFleshlight = "medium", $cash -= 100]] [[The luxury one. You need to make sure he likes it, or you'll be used instead.|Fleshlight Resolution - Day 3][$boughtFleshlight = "luxury", $cash -= 150]] @@.pink;Hmmmmm, you say that like it's a bad thing.@@

<<set $brainDrain += 3>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $height += 3>><<set $ass += 1.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 3>><<set $haircolour = "shiny blonde hair">><<set $lips += 1.5>><<set $chest += 4.5>><<set $eyes = "dark blue">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $height += 3>><<set $ass += 1.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 3>><<set $haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair">><<set $lips += 1.5>><<set $chest += 4.5>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.pink;glittery@@ blue">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $haircolour = "shiny, <@@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair">><<set $lips += 1>><<set $chest += 3>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.pink;glittery@@ blue">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair">><<set $lips += 0.5>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.pink;glittery@@ blue">><<endif>><<set $bimboAllin3 = 1>>You're sitting up, leaning with your back against a cold stone pillar, no way to go anywhere with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ standing tall right in front of you, with his dick hanging right before your mouth, and with him the pleasant buzzing in your brain enters the stage. @@.pink;Good girl. Just take it into your mouth, you know you'll love it.@@ Of course you do. The moment his dick touches your lips, and shortly afterwards your tongue, you're far gone. It feels heavenly, the buzz is overtaking your mind now. So you drift into it, willing, as the cock in front of you repeatedly drifts in and out of your throat. This goes on for some time and you already notice that as time passes, more and more drool starts to drop past and down @@.lucas;Lucas@@' dick, instead of straight on it. No turning back now. While you're down there, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ shortly murmurs something, but you don't hear him. Asking him to repeat it would be quite rude to the cock you're coating with your mouth, so you reject that idea. You're getting quite uncomfortable, propped against the pillar like that. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ probably wanted it so that he could @@.pink;facefuck@@ you without risk of you escaping, but there's not danger of that happening now. Apparently, he realises that too, as he starts pulling you away from the pillar, slowly, so you stay in your unbreakable rhythm. Suddenly, you feel somebody grab your legs and pull them, forcing you to go on all fours, with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ going down to kneel, to keep your head at its proper level. @@.lucas;"Knock yourself out, Dale"@@, you hear, and as that sentence finishes, a rock hard cock pushes itself past your sphincter into your @@.pink;love hole@@. The moment it does, your brain is pushed outside your skull, there's no room left for it in your body. Motoric functions immediately shut down, you're held in your position only by the two dicks impaling you front and rear. Realising that you're out of the picture now, too @@.pink;drunk@@ to actively participate the two men resort to using you like the @@.pink;fuckdoll@@ you are, both just lifting you up and down on their dicks however they please. You're nothing but a vessel for them, @@.pink;you really made something out of yourself, sweetie!@@ After your throat and rectum have been used up enough, feeling sore all the way inside, both of them finish and take a few minutes to breathe. You're as @@.pink;cockdrunk@@ as you ever were and it takes you just as long to merely get some feeling back in your extremities. What you do feel quite clearly is your sexually abused parts, neither of which feel particularly full of @@.pink;yummy cummy@@. As you get your eyes under control, you realise why, your face is coated in semen, just as your back and @@.pink;bubble butt@@ must be. Ooooh, what you would give to be able to see yourself right now. Sadly though, even twenty minutes later, you don't feel any more control of your body, or your mind for that matter, returning. Still, the best you can do is feel the tingling in your @@.pink;love tunnels@@ and maybe a little bit of your fingertips. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ and Dale seem to be discussing that particularly problem, as you simply [[fall asleep right on the spot.|Third Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $bimboSex3 = 1>>So you resign yourself to sex with @@.lucas;Lucas@@. It seems you can't get past it. @@.lucas;"I told you, I'm not asking for much. Just some personal care and you'll get what you want."@@ This scares you for some reason. You suspect he's not telling the whole truth. No matter what's true or not, you'll find out in a bit. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ comes closer to you, and you don't resist. You lower yourself, until his dick is at eye level for you. Not wanting to waste any time and just get this over with, you unbuckle his belt, and take his half-erect length in your mouth. You quickly get the impression that he's not really into it. And weirdly, neither are you. His dick is getting taken care off, and quite well, but the buzzing in your brain is rather subtle and non-intrusive, every motion of your body is one that your mind dictates. You realise he isn't disinterested or bored; he's being gentle. He doesn't consider you a fucktoy, he treats you like a human being. Hey, you could think the word 'fucktoy', without that weird resonating echo such words usually imprint on your brain. And again! You're starting to suspect there's more to this than just sex, but in a very different way than you originally anticipated. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ speeds up a bit, while not forcing you greatly, his grunting becoming louder and more frequent as well. He pushes a hand against your forehead, so your mouth disconnects from his shaft, as he quickly grabs a glass and ejaculates into it. A stranger just demanded a blowjob from you, yet you feel touched and surprised by his kindness. And that sentiment is <em>not</em> caused by your condition for once. @@.pink;"So this was just part of your lesson? Another piece of information to uncover?"@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ smiles. @@.pink;"You could've just... told me, you know?"@@ @@.lucas;"Indeed I could have, but I wouldn't have gotten a blowjob had I done so."@@ He chuckles now. @@.lucas;"I told you, you'd have to earn my favour, and you've done so today, at least some of it. You didn't try to press me for information cheaply, and at the same time didn't try to foolishly throw money at a problem to make it disappear. And you haven't deceived anybody else to do your bidding, perhaps more importantly. So I thought you deserved to know that your condition isn't inevitably triggered as soon as sex comes into play, although it's more than likely. People often either reject change fiercely, or embrace it with just as much conviction, both of which will lead to your demise upon exposure to the choker. The middle ground is where the answer lies, even though that won't be without consequences either. You might not be caught by the wind, standing in the eye of a storm, but that doesn't mean it can't throw a door in your face."@@ Your mind is blown. No, literally, you are grateful for the lesson, but you do seem affected by it. It's strenuous for your mind to be suggested sex and then only getting a half-hearted, gentle blowjob with no swallowing or facial. This was like aspartame for your sex drive, and your mind is feeling the effects.<<set $mentalStrain += 3>> @@.lucas;"Alright, then let's [[finish up for today.|Third Day Over - BIMBO]] We'll talk more tomorrow, I promise. I'm a bit drained right now."@@

<<set $bunnyLucas = 1>>You tried for the first time to initiate contact with @@.bunny;Bunny@@ yourself, and are delighted to see it worked. She heard out your proposition, thanked you for it and agreed to come by as soon as she can. Or in her words: @@.bunny;"Oh Gee,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you're so nice! You're the bestest@@ @@.pink;sissy@@ @@.bunny;I could have, and yeah, I'm like suuuuuper horny, of course I'll come by for fun time! Toodles!"@@ It's good that you can always count on her libido. And so, a few minutes later, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ arrives at the library, giving you a hug and a big @@.pink;pink@@ smooch on your lips, leaving your mind a little @@.pink;foggy@@.<<set $mentalStrain += 1>> She goes in, where the librarian drops his jaw, apparently surprised at the effects of the choker. You hope you'll never elicit the same kind of reaction from anybody. @@.bunny;"So, you wanna fuck?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ asks @@.lucas;Lucas@@ in her typical non-chalant manner, flashing him a wide smile, plus some other things. @@.lucas;"Uuuh, yeah, sure, why not?"@@, he replies uncertainly, while @@.bunny;Bunny@@ has begun her cat-like pouncing before he even finished that thought. You see those two going at it for quite some time, @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s giggling and moaning piercing through the accumulation of noises regularly. She's in this with all her heart, and none of her brain. You wonder if you look the same, @@.pink;when the fog comes over you@@. You don't want to think about it too long though, you know how easily your stray thoughts can dictate your actions these days. After the two of them are finished, and @@.bunny;Bunny@@ had her half hour of de-@@.pink;fog@@ging, she thanks you sincerely and takes her leave with a merry bounce to her step. She promises to @@.bunny;"totes make it up to you"@@, which worries you more than slightly. @@.lucas;"Wow, that girl is something"@@, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ suggests. @@.pink;"Indeed. And something that I could become sooner than I'd like if I don't learn a little more about my predicament"@@, you remind him. @@.lucas;"I need no reminder, Miss Taylor, I'm a man of my word and you kept up your end. [[Let's talk tomorrow|Third Day Over - BIMBO]], this experience has left me drained. You will get your answers, don't worry."@@

Upon leaving the store, you notice it sells quite peculiar necklaces, seemingly familiar. You're ushered outside before you can ask a question though, so you return to the library immediately, to present your gift to @@.lucas;Lucas@@. You really hope he'll like it, or you could be in trouble. @@.lucas;"Show me what you brought, I'm excited to try this"@@, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ greets you courteously, and you hand him the fleshlight you got for him. <<if $boughtFleshlight is "cheap">>He takes it out of the packaging and inspects it with an inquisitive gaze. He seems quite skeptical, though you hope that's purely due to lack of familiarity. Showing no reservations, he drops his pants, lubes the fleshlight a bit with the tiny pack of lubricant that came with it, and tries going at it. @@.lucas;"What kind of trash is this?"@@, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ shouts almost immediately, worrying you deeply, @@.lucas;"I can't even get into this, it's way too narrow! I knew this was a terrible idea and I do not like to be played, Miss!"@@ His voice sounds threatening now. He starts taking some determined steps in your direction, instinctively you run away. You should've really learned the virtue of looking in the same direction as you're moving, because you quickly trip and fall, propped up against a stone pillar in the library. As you turn around, sitting up against the pillar, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is [[already towering over you.|Day 3 - BIMBO - Going All In]]\ <<elseif $boughtFleshlight is "medium">>He takes it out of the packaging and inspects it with an inquisitive gaze. He seems quite skeptical, though you hope that's purely due to lack of familiarity. Showing no reservations, he drops his pants, lubes the fleshlight a bit with the small pack of lubricant that came with it, and tries going at it. @@.lucas;"Hmmm, yes, that feels quite good"@@, you hear him quite convinced, already starting to grunt a little in pleasure. He keeps masturbating in front of you without shame, until he finally cums and seems quite satisfied. @@.lucas;"I suppose there are some advantages to the advancement of technology"@@, he tells you with a chuckle, @@.lucas;"Thank you very much for bringing this to me, but I can't help but feel it's still... unnatural. Impersonal. I don't require much more, but a little more personal attention would go a long way towards earning favour with me."@@ You know where this is going and [[ready yourself for what's to come.|Day 3 - BIMBO - Sex]]\ <<elseif $boughtFleshlight is "luxury">>He takes it out of the packaging and inspects it with an inquisitive gaze. Immediately, he seems quite pleased with it, touching it every which way. @@.lucas;"Wow, it feels so soft, really quite lifelike. Yet it also seems to hold up quite well to pressure, very elastic and sturdy. I can't wait to give this a try."@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ meant that. Literally unable to wait, he drops his pants, lubes up the fleshlight with the little bottle that was included and there he goes. @@.lucas;"Oh my"@@, he utters, overwhelmed by the feeling. It appears he didn't expect sex toys to have so much effort devoted to, that they could be this well-crafted. Soon, his grunts intensify and quicken, until he finally shoots his load, and going by his face, shoots <em>all</em> of it. @@.lucas;"Thank you very much. You kept up your end of the bargain, and I'll keep up mine. Even more than that, you haven't just kept me entertained once or twice, this baby will probably keep me occupied for months, if not years."@@ He looks at the fleshlight in his hands, dripping with his goo, and you're a bit creeped out by his affection for a rubber vagina. You're not going to tell him that though. @@.lucas;"So let's continue [[with our talk tomorrow.|Third Day Over - BIMBO]] Right now, I'm exhausted, but you remained true to your word, and so will I, you can count on that."@@<<endif>>

<<if $brainDrain gte 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Kari">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Kandi">><<endif>><<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>You wake up in the middle of the night, half-dried semen all over your body. But you're at home, there's a silver lining to everything. You want to take a shower as soon as you can, but find a letter that drops to the floor as you stand up. Apparently they brought you here, if not in the most discreet of ways... Most of the envelope is filled with photos, all depicting you, on a leash, being lead home like a @@.pink;bitch@@ by @@.lucas;Lucas@@ and Dale. God, how humiliating, so many people stand around you in those photographs, everybody saw you. After looking at the last picture, you get an actual letter from the two who brought you home, stating that they created a website for you and decided to upload the photos. They figured you'd want to share your moment of glory. Assholes. <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>Then again, a website sounds super cool! @@.pink;"Wow, they're like the nicest! I'm gonna get some sexy shots up right now!"@@ This is followed by a series of selfies and mirror shots, most of which feature heavy cleavage exposure, @@.pink;naturally@@, and the dried cum all over your body should earn you some fans too. You're @@.pink;super@@ proud of the sexy pics and upload them immediately. That should give you some attention! You put some money aside, resolving to buy some @@.pink;toys@@ to use for future photos and videos. A sound investment.<<set $cash -= 100>> After that though, it's really time to take that shower.<<set $earlyStart = 1>><<endif>>\ <<else>>You arrive home quite late and find a letter lying on the floor. You pick it up and open it. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> wrote it, informing you that she set up a website for you. She suggests you could document your progress to becoming @@.pink;the bestest bimbo queen@@ if you wanted to. <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>And of course you do! @@.pink;"Wow, she's like the nicest! I'm gonna get some sexy shots up right now!"@@ This is followed by a series of selfies and mirror shots, most of which feature heavy cleavage exposure, @@.pink;naturally@@. You're @@.pink;super@@ proud of the sexy pics and upload them immediately. That should give you some attention! You put some money aside, resolving to buy some @@.pink;toys@@ to use for future photos and videos. A sound investment.<<set $cash -= 100>><<set $earlyStart = 1>><<else>>You ignore it, glad that she doesn't seem to have anything to blackmail you with yet, the website being rather empty. You just want to get this day over with now.<<endif>> <<endif>><<if $bimboName is 0 and $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $bimboName = 1>> According to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> however, you realise you've already lost. If she's right, you've already decided your fate, happily choosing, of your own volition, to permanently become a @@.pink;BIMBO@@ after just two days. Surprisingly, the thought doesn't terrify you. Maybe that's the point. You lose your grasp on your identity without even noticing. Trying to recapture what has happened, you just try the simplest thing. Your name. @@.pink;"Heyaaaaaa, I'm $firstname $lastname, I'm like super duper excited to meet you! *giggle*"@@. So everything's still normal. That thought relieves you, a lot. Perhaps you should check yourself out [[in the mirror|Appearance]], just for @@.pink;funsies@@? <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain is 0>>After taking a shower, you drop into bed, and soon you'll see what [[tomorrow brings.|The Fourth Day - BIMBO]]<<else>>You do feel a little strained, your @@.pink;poor little head@@ hurting a little from all the @@.pink;dumb, big thoughts@@ of the day that didn't quite fit inside. @@.pink;Fortunately I never have that problem with my butt *teehee*@@ You remember the lollipops from the mall. They'd sure help now, but couldn't they cause issues in the long-term? @@.pink;"Who cares!"@@, [[you think as you suck a lollicock and go to sleep|The Fourth Day - BIMBO][$mentalStrain -= 2, $suckWednesday = 1]], [[You refuse and go straight to bed|The Fourth Day - BIMBO]].<<endif>>

<<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;clitstick@@<<endif>><<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;love tunnel@@<<endif>><<endif>> and your <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;cum repository@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;cum repository@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;cum repository@@<<endif>>">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;delicious@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;delicious@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;delicious@@<<endif>> [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;hope to@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;hope to@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;hope to@@<<endif>> find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>As you open the box you see some lacy black fabric, with some bright pink in between. You pick up the former and notice it's pretty dusty. Patting it a little, a lot of the dust falls off it and from there, some enters your nostrils directly. Oh no. Your holding the dress in your hand is your downfall now, as the sensations of the lace on your hands increases tenfold, hundredfold. It feels better by the second, at this point you're lying on the floor just rubbing the dress over your body like you're having a seizure. In a certain way, @@.azure;a good way@@, you're having one. Resistance crumbling, you start to grab the shiny pink bra and panties, and put them on with lightning speed. Oh God it feels good, @@.azure;so right@@. Then you throw the dress over your body, admiring yourself in the mirror, touching yourself everywhere, moaning like a @@.azure;WHORE@@. You must be a ridiculous sight, but you don't care for a moment. The feel of the dress... your dress on your body is delightful, indescribable. Catching your eye, you realise the cardboard box still isn't empty. You take a closer look, carefully, trying not to direct your gaze away from your @@.azure;gorgeous@@ dress, and find that there are shoes in the box that would fit <em>perfectly</em> with your outfit, their sight renewing the force of your trance. You pick them up, again at incredible speed, unable to wait for their feel on your soles and your calves. When you step into them, your mind is so far away, you don't even hear the *click*ing of the shoes as they lock themselves to your ankles permanently. The sight of the new @@.azure;you@@ is perfect, @@.azure;complete@@. You don't want this moment to end, as you [[look at yourself in the mirror.|Appearance]] Unfortunately, it has to end at some point, so [[you leave for work|The Office - Day 2]], to avoid being late.

As you're on your way to the office, the same girl from yesterday pushes herself in front of you. @@.blue;"Hey there, I've got something else for you!"@@, she says, and before you can react, drags you into that same wardrobe once more. @@.blue;"You know the deal by now. Pick a pair and the sooner you do, the sooner we get to leave again"@@, she tells you in a disinterested voice. @@.blue;"You're already wearing a feminine outfit, so putting on some heels shouldn't be that scary, huh?"@@ She's kind of right about that, your men's shoes actually look more ridiculous on you right now than any kind of high heel would, if you're being honest. You don't want to be though, so you give a token effort of resistance and very openly show your displeasure at the issue, before inevitably choosing a pair. <<if $addiction lte 2>>[[Black boots with 3 inch heels|Black boots with 3 inch heels - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> <<if $addiction is 3>>[[Dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels]]<<endif>> <<if $addiction is 4>>[[Red pumps with 5 inch heels]]<<endif>> <<if $addiction gte 5>>[[Sexy, 'special' 7 inch court heels]]<<endif>>

<<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>These black leather boots have "only" a 3 inch heel and reach about halfway up to your knees. You seem rather comfortable with them, and they'd make a good choice if you don't want to give in to your new cock-crazed, cum addicted blowjob queen @@.azure;life--@@ PERSONA... They probably don't go too well together with most of the outfits, however. [[Wear these shoes.|The Office - Day 2]] <<back>>

<<set $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels">>These dark red ankle boots look quite casual, but go with lots of outfits with its rather subtle choice of colour. The heels are "only" 4 inches tall so walking should be relatively easy and not attract too much attention. [[Wear these shoes.|The Office - Day 2]] <<back>>

<<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>These shoes are kept rather simple, but that doesn't mean they aren't attractive. They are a bright red, which is sure to catch the eye, and if that doesn't, your @@.azure;voluptuous@@ rear will, balancing on these 5 inch heels. An excellent choice for any @@.azure;hungry@@, aspiring femme fatale. [[Wear these shoes.|The Office - Day 2]] <<back>>

<<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;delicious@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;delicious@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;delicious@@<<endif>> [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;hope to@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;hope to@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;hope to@@<<endif>> find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>Wow. Just wow. These heels absolutely stand out. They give you 7 inches in height, and surely make you look your @@.azure;best@@. They crawl all the way up your calf and most remarkably, can be locked... you won't get out of these easily, @@.azure;but fortunately, that doesn't have to apply to the rest of your outfit!@@ [img[images/grand.jpg]] [[Wear these shoes.|The Office - Day 2]] @@.azure;A magnificent choice, you slut.@@ <<back>>

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Today, there's nobody who's able to keep their mouths closed. The way to your desk is a gallery of dropped jaws. At this point, there's no way to hide your secret from your colleagues anymore. @@.robert;Robert@@ seems to think the same, he calls you into his office before you can even sit down. @@.robert;"Well"@@, he begins, @@.robert;"Yesterday was already quite a handful<<if $cumslutSex1 is 1 or $cumslutAllin1 is 1>>, or mouthful, rather,<<endif>> but today is a whole other caliber. How am I supposed to explain this to the team?"@@, he wants to know. @@.robert;"I honestly don't think I can keep you on the payroll like this"@@, he suggests openly. <strong>Fuck.</strong> This can't happen. You lose your job, how will you pay your rent? He's right though, you can't keep going into the office like this, with everybody around. You wouldn't get any work done, they wouldn't get any work done. Pleading to keep your old job is futile. Think fast, @@.azure;$firstname@@. <<if $addiction lt 3>>@@.azure;"[[I could always stay on as an office girl|The Office, Striptease - Day 2]]"@@, you tell him while getting ready for a... persuasive loss of clothing. <<endif>><<if $hunger lt 5>>@@.azure;"[[My mouth can do more than just talk to convince you|The Office, Sex - Day 2]]"@@, you tell him while getting on your knees. <<endif>>@@.azure;"[[My mouth can do MUCH more than just talk to convince you|The Office, All In - Day 2]]"@@, you tell him, while throwing yourself in front of him.

<<if $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $height += 3>><<set $ass += 1.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 3>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 4.5>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.azure;enthralling@@ green">><<set $haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.azure;enthralling@@ green">><<set $haircolour = "<@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $height += 3>><<set $ass += 1.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 3>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 4.5>><<set $eyes = "dark green">><<set $haircolour = "evenly black hair">><<endif>><<set $addiction += 3>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $cumslutStriptease = 1>><<set $cashStat = 1>><<set $cash = 500>>@@.robert;Robert@@ seems inclined to consider your offer and so you get ready. You try to emulate what you've seen in porn, some strip clubs, and from the things <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> used to do before you became more familiar with each other. Your attempts to include the environment in your show seems to spark a reaction. Climbing on and crawling over the desk, pushing @@.robert;Robert@@ into his chair... You get quite worked up, but you think you're onto something here. Piece by piece, your clothing migrates off your body to the ground and you try to please as much as possible. Maybe the underwear should stay on for what it's worth, all things considering. Finishing your show on your boss' lap, you nervously await his reaction. @@.robert;"I can't say I didn't enjoy it."@@ You wouldn't either, judging by his erection poking your thigh. @@.robert;"But I'm afraid that's not enough."@@ WHAT? He presses a button on his desk phone. @@.robert;"Send in Dale."@@ @@.robert;"And you, Miss. Bend over and we'll see what we can work out."@@ You'd hoped to avoid this. You wanted to avoid this so badly. But what you want to avoid even more is to lose your job and land on the streets. You reach down and unbuckle his belt, pulling down his pants to eventually free the way to his dick. As instructed, you bend forward and take it into your mouth, all the way to the shaft, your belly heating up almost painfully at the sensation. Your instincts start kicking in and you're bobbing your head quite rhythmically when the door opens behind you. Immediately you try to turn around, stopped only by the dick in your mouth and the hand on the back of your head, keeping you in place. As you try to speak up, it only forces you down on the shaft harder, sending a clear message. @@.robert;"Knock yourself out, Dale"@@, you hear @@.robert;Robert@@ say before somebody pulls down your underwear, immediately pushing past your sphincter and impaling you on another dick. Your vision flashes white, you gurgle some muffled gibberish around your boss' cock before a rhythm establishes itself once again. You're getting spitroasted, and if you have to be honest, after the first moments of irritation, you feel like you're in paradise. The choker seems to be transforming the pain of getting impaled from behind into pure ecstasy, @@.azure;or maybe that's just you@@. Whatever it is, you wish you'd have found it sooner. Your mind is long gone, you've ceased to be an active participant, you're just vigilant, keeping your energy so that when the first drop of cum is spilled, you're there to catch. Oooooh, the hunger gets unbearable when you can already smell the @@.azure;meal@@. It's coming, and it's coming fast. You think you feel @@.robert;Robert@@ speed up and shortly thereafter, you are indeed served with @@.azure;two courses of the chef's finest@@. From the front and from behind, your senses are assaulted by the pleasure, you're close to blacking out again, the sensation of the @@.azure;lovejuice@@ pouring down your @@.azure;cum canal@@ making your whole body twitch, your own ejaculate adorning the floor from your orgasm. As you collapse to the ground, revelling in the feeling of being @@.azure;used, viciously and deliciously,@@ Dale picks up your panties, and plugs your @@.azure;cum receptacle@@ with them. Oh God, you shudder as another orgasm assaults your senses, the knowledge that you'll get to keep both of these massive loads just for you bringing you happiness unimaginable to you beforehand. You're just lying there, drooling on the floor, while the two men are cleaning themselves up. At least you managed to stay conscious this time, if immobile. You can't talk, but you can hear, as @@.robert;Robert@@ tells you: @@.robert;"Okay, I like the idea of an office girl, as long as you're manageable. You've proven today that you can handle it. Your salary remains. $$800 a week, I think that's more than fair, considering you actually don't have to perform any mentally challenging tasks anymore. You keep acting like that, and you probably won't be able to anyway..."@@ What's that supposed to mean? @@.robert;"Today's performance is worth a little extra I think"@@, he throws you $$200, which makes you rather @@.azure;proud@@ of how expensive you are. @@.robert;"You'd have to come in a bit earlier, to avoid running into the other employees, we should avoid contact between you and them from now on. I'll let you in, when you come in the morning. Are you happy with that arrangement?"@@ You don't manage more than a contented sigh of pleasure, which you're still riding on, which you're drunk on even. You recover at some point, although you actually spend most of the workday on the floor of @@.robert;Robert@@'s office. It seems to have increased his work morale, you've never seen him so happy and diligent at work. After everybody's gone home, you and your boss are finally able to leave too and so you find yourself [[back at your apartment.|Second Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "relatively even, black hair">><<set $eyes = "dark brown with green blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $haircolour = "almost black hair">><<set $eyes = "dark green with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $eyes = "dark green">><<set $haircolour = "black hair">><<endif>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<set $addiction += 1>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $cumslutSex2 = 1>><<set $cashStat = 1>><<set $cash = 300>>You absolutely need this job, so you're going to try your best to keep it. But you stay focused; your condition is important too, you can't get too carried away. Alright, no matter what, you have to start somewhere. You're getting on your knees in front of @@.robert;Robert@@, a position you hope not to get too familiar with... For now, it's a necessary evil, although you're @@.azure;unsure if you'll still think that once you've got this belt unbuckled.@@ You undress @@.robert;Robert@@ until he stands before you in his underwear, his magnificent cock pressing through and its scent assaulting your nostrils. The way your mouth waters concerns you deeply, although only for a moment, until you pull down his boxer shorts and revel in the sight before. You open your mouth, leaning forward with closed eyes, kissing the tip in an affectionate, almost romantic manner. Emotions of love and devotion shoot through as you envelop his dick with your lovely lips completely. Working his shaft all the way to the bottom, you quickly settle into a rhythm that you don't ever want to break. Your instincts have taken over for you, your movements becoming automatic, leaving your entire perception to focus on the pleasure you derive from the act. The wet @@.azure;orchestra@@ of slurping and squelching increases manyfold in volume as the first bead of precum hits your tongue, the most reliable way to fuel your fire. And fuelled you are, as you double, triple your efforts to please your boss, digging your fingers into his thighs for leverage, licking along the entire length of his cock and then plunging yourself right on it again with an open mouth, never willing to let it detach from you for too long. You're licking and sucking with tremendous effort, suction and speed now, the whole performance looking absolutely @@.azure;delicious@@. Finally, your efforts are rewarded. @@.robert;Robert@@ meets your bobbing with thrusts of his own until he pushes your head down to the very base of his cock, twitching @@.azure;magnificently@@ inside you, before @@.azure;feeding you directly, you're milking him to his last drop@@. Cleaning up his dick neatly, not to waste a single bite, you collapse on the floor, happy to just bathe in the moment, feeling utterly complete, happily @@.azure;well-fed@@. @@.robert;"Okay, you can stay as an office girl, as long as you're manageable. You've proven today that you can handle it. Your salary remains. $$800 a week, I think that's more than fair, considering you actually don't have to perform any mentally challenging tasks anymore. You keep acting like that, and you probably won't be able to anyway..."@@ What's that supposed to mean? @@.robert;"You'd have to come in a bit earlier, to avoid running into your colleagues, we should avoid contact between you and them from now on. I'll let you in, when you come in the morning. Are you happy with that arrangement?"@@ You nod drunkenly, still somewhat out of it. Are you happy with being @@.azure;fed@@ every day? What a question is that? You can't believe your luck, quietly celebrating what you achieved today until the workday is over. The other employees are all leaving, which means [[you can head home soon.|Second Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "almost black hair">><<set $eyes = "dark green with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $eyes = "dark green">><<set $haircolour = "black hair">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.azure;enthralling@@ green">><<set $haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair">><<endif>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<set $addiction += 2>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $cumslutAllin2 = 1>><<set $cashStat = 1>><<set $cash = 400>>You need this job. And you're gonna throw in everything you have to keep it. So you jump down on your boss, almost tearing off his pants and start letting your hunger control your actions. Not that you have much choice in the matter after @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick was hanging in front of you. No, from there on out it's autopilot, no matter what you want. You're bobbing up and down on him, your @@.azure;love pillows@@ getting slicker, wetter, thicker as you massage his length with full conviction. Why were you even fighting against becoming a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. You're so good at it, a real natural. It couldn't be coincidence. And besides, you <strong>love</strong> it. You've merely sucked your boss for a minute or two and you can feel your own orgasm building, just from the friction against your @@.azure;luscious@@ lips. And you feel @@.robert;Robert@@'s enjoying it too, his groans almost as loud as your muffled moans, his right hand long wandering behind your head, always reinforcing and motivating your determined stride. @@.azure;As if I need that...@@ When the first bead of precum hits, you're out of control again. The drop hitting your tongue throws you into a frenzy, one that your boss didn't expect. You had grabbed his ass for support, but now you're pulling. @@.robert;Robert@@ is caught off-balance, and falls over onto you, now in a "push-up" sort of position, with you lying underneath. The buzzing in your head gets stronger, you @@.azure;slurp@@ and @@.azure;gurgle@@ with renewed conviction, never letting off. @@.robert;Robert@@ seems quite taken by this position and your display, and starts meeting your bobbing with thrusts of his own. His meat being rammed so deep into your @@.azure;cum tunnel@@ causes you to gag lewdly, but it feels so good, you orgasm a little every time he does it. You're seriously messy at this point but it seems the great finale is upon you. Both of you speed up, your gagging becoming so frequent that it's adding to the symphony of squelching and slurping the two of you are performing, until @@.robert;Robert@@ thrusts deep into your @@.azure;sperm pipeline@@, resting there, emptying himself, @@.azure;feeding you directly@@. True to form, you won't let a drop go to waste and clean off his dick expertly, every single cell finding its way into your @@.azure;cum repository@@. As soon as you're done, you just lay on your back, twitching, surrendering yourself to the @@.azure;cum trance@@, completely immobile. You're still moaning even after @@.robert;Robert@@ has long finished @@.azure;feeding@@ you, revelling in the sensations. You actually lay there all day long, until the employees leave and it's safe for you to go too. @@.robert;"Okay, you can stay as an office girl, as long as you're manageable. You've proven today that you can handle it. Your salary remains. $$800 a week, I think that's more than fair, considering you actually don't have to perform any mentally challenging tasks anymore. You keep acting like that, and you probably won't be able to anyway..."@@ What's that supposed to mean? @@.robert;"Today's performance is worth a little extra I think"@@, he throws you $$100, which makes you rather @@.azure;proud@@ of how @@.azure;easily you put out@@. @@.robert;"You'd have to come in a bit earlier, to avoid running into your colleagues, we should avoid contact between you and them from now on. I'll let you in, when you come in the morning. Are you happy with that arrangement?"@@ Instead of replying, you just throw @@.robert;Robert@@ a seductive gaze, while licking your @@.azure;enthralling love pillows@@. You're certain he understood you well, judging by his heavy swallowing, so you [[head back home.|Second Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction is 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<elseif $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Cammy">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Cummi">><<endif>>You step through the door of your apartment, the worries of the day fall off your shoulders. Well, maybe not quite so easily. <<if $addiction gte 5>>According to <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, you've already lost. You've given in to the pleasure, the @@.azure;hunger@@, so readily that you've voluntarily erased your existence, and happily embraced your new life as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. But, in fact, you don't feel any different. Maybe that's the point, that you don't even worry about it, and that you think it's normal by now. It leaves you restless, so you try the simplest thing about your identity. Your name. @@.azure;"Good evening, sir. My name is $firstname, I'll take care of <em>anything</em> you might spill tonight."@@ You sigh in relief. Everything's still normal, even your voice sounds as sultry and seductive as it always did. Maybe you should still take a [[look into the mirror|Appearance]], just to make sure you didn't miss a @@.azure;yummy@@ drop from earlier. Other than that, you have nothing to do really, it's gotten quite late and you just want to [[catch some sleep.|The Third Day - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>Today wasn't really the best of days, again you got pushed further down the road to complete transformation. You've got <<if $addiction is 1>>3 steps<<elseif $addiction is 2>>2 steps<<elseif $addiction is 3>>1 step<<elseif $addiction is 4>>no steps<<endif>> left, just one more than that and you can't escape it anymore, if what you've been told is true. Maybe you should take a [[look into the mirror|Appearance]], to keep in touch with the progress of your transformation? Or maybe you've had enough of this day, and just want to [[catch some sleep.|The Third Day - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> <<if $hunger gt 0>>You do feel quite hungry. If you wanted, you could always eat your own semen, to calm your hunger a little. It would definitely help right now, but you also know from <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> that feeding on yourself causes problems in the long run. So, [[do you eat your cum and go to sleep|The Third Day - CUMSLUT][$hunger -= 2, $eatTuesday = 1]]. or, [[do you go straight to sleep|The Third Day - CUMSLUT]]?<<endif>>

<<set $hunger +=1>>Hesitantly, you look in. It couldn't be that bad, can it? You take out the first assortment of makeup, and upon bringing it closer to you, the dust cloud settling on top of it gets shaken a little and drives into your nostrils. This again... You prepare for the onslaught that comes over you mere moments after. The makeup case in front of you grows shinier every passing second, your arms reaching out in front of you in a familiar fashion. You feel so out of it though, your hunger starts to grow simultaneously. You grab the bright red case and [[move in closer.|Bright Red Makeup - CUMSLUT]]

So you dig through the box, considering what would be best for you. <<if $addiction gte 5>>@@.azure;A lot of it, that's for sure...@@<<endif>> --Choose your makeup base colour, or rather, let it choose you-- <<if $addiction lte 2>>[[Black|Black Makeup - CUMSLUT]]\ <<elseif $addiction is 3>>[[Dark Red|Dark Red Makeup - CUMSLUT]]\ <<elseif $addiction gte 4>>[[Bright, Seductive Red|Bright Red Makeup - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

This makeup bag includes mostly dark shades for the eyes and the rest being relatively neutral, mostly centered around hiding blemishes and enhancing your features in the most natural way possible. This colour might be the tamest, least flashy of the bunch, although it has a sort of seductive quality you can't deny. --Select the makeup thickness-- [[Subtle|Makeup Selection Finished - CUMSLUT][$makeup = "dark makeup", $makeupModifier = "subtle, "]]

This dark red is quite seductive, giving you a smoking hot allure. @@.azure;Do you really need to know more?@@ --Select the makeup thickness-- [[Medium|Makeup Selection Finished - CUMSLUT][$makeup = "luscious dark red makeup", $makeupModifier = "medium thick, "]]

<<set $tookClothes = 1>>This bright, @@.azure;slutty@@ shade of red is very seductive and elegant, but flashy and @@.azure;whorish@@ at the same time. @@.azure;Imagine this beautiful bright colour, wrapped around a cock, walking up and down, up and down...@@ --Select the makeup thickness-- <<if $tookClothes is 1>>[[Heavy|Makeup Selection Finished - CUMSLUT][$makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup", $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, "]]<<endif>>\ <<if $tookClothes is 0 or $addiction gte 5>>[[Heavy + Fingernails + Toenails|Makeup Selection Finished - CUMSLUT][$makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup", $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ", $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails", $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails"]]@@.azure; You can't help yourself. You get as much on your face as you can, and you are so <strong>in love</strong> with it. Your fingers and toes are next...@@<<endif>>

So now your makeup is taken care of as well. It might even be good for you, to blend in more with a female persona, you'll look a lot less out of place for people passing you on the street. Still, you don't like how every last vestige of your manhood is being stripped away, piece by piece. <<if $tookClothes is 0>>Having finished that up, you shift your attention to the other letter that came. It reads: <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Normally, at this point, you'd have gotten another opportunity to change your clothing. That's right, you would've gotten all the outfits I had prepared for you, right at home, at your disposal. But you decided to act like a spoiled child, and refused a generous gift. Well, now you can enjoy your@@ @@.azure;whore@@@@.red;'s dress all you like, as well as the matching shoes. I'm sure it's easy to get you out of one of them, at least. Bonnie"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"If you hadn't refused the outfit on Monday, you would've gotten a whole collection in another box, and matching shoes in a third one. But if you don't want to play along, I don't see why I should. You're obviously grown enough not to heed my counsel, so I assume trying to help you would be a lost cause. You do what you think is best. Bridget"@@<<endif>> Maybe you should've trusted your instincts on this one, you had a bad feeling about skipping the clothes from the beginning. At the same time, you don't really blame yourself; your body has been suggesting a lot of things that you wouldn't have agreed with a week ago, you were just being cautious. It makes little difference now. It seems you'll be stuck with this outfit for the foreseeable future. Your means of acquiring it were dubious already, you don't want to know what happens if you try taking it off. Having no choice but to resign yourself to that fact, you decide to simply continue with your day, going on your way [[to the office.|The Office - Day 3]]<<elseif $tookClothes is 1>>Having finished that up, you shift your attention to the other two boxes. You pick up the note that is attached to the boxes again. @@.blue;"You're gonna get all the clothes that were prepared for you, orders from up high. You should wear them 'according to your rightful standing in society', whatever the hell that's supposed to mean."@@ A woman of few words. So now you have a whole wardrobe of women's clothes. That's quite awkward, and makes this whole ordeal feel uncomfortably more permanent. Your body feels weirdly drawn to the clothes, like it might [[dictate what you're going to wear.|Wardrobe - Day 3 - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

Having dealt with another surprising morning, you make your way to the office. You arrive early, just as you and @@.robert;Robert@@ stipulated. He sees you coming and lets you in, so you can duck into his office for the workday, avoiding your colleagues. You immediately notice that @@.robert;Robert@@ seems quite stressed, not enjoying the sight of you at all, as he used to the two days before. When you ask him what's wrong, he doesn't want to talk about it with you, but you press him, carefully, until he admits: @@.robert;"Eh, it's just bullshit at home. I don't really feel val... Why am I even telling you this, you don't really care do you? And even if you did, you wouldn't understand it."@@ RIGHT, your life's all peachy. Still, you feel for the guy. You've never seen this sensitive side of him. And besides, in your current situation, what's your job if not keeping your boss happy? This could go a long way in building some trust between the two of you, and might help in securing your new position. <<if $hunger lt 4 and $addiction lt 5>>[[You offer yourself to him, to cheer him up.|The Office Sex - Day 3]]<<endif>> [[You offer yourself to him, to give him a rough ride and yourself some nourishment.|The Office All In - Day 3]]

Now that you have all the clothes hanging in the wardrobe, it's true, your body really does seem to control you. Not literally, you can move however you want, but with some of the choices, as soon as you pick up the outfit, a feeling of disgust and despair washes over you. It seems even the ability to clothe yourself has been taken away from you, you realise under a sigh. <<if $addiction lte 2>>[[A dark red chemise with a black miniskirt|A dark red chemise with a black miniskirt - Day 3]]\ <<elseif $addiction is 3>>[[A curve-hugging, long, purple dress|A curve-hugging, long, purple dress - Day 3]]\ <<elseif $addiction is 4>>[[A raunchy, dark blue evening dress|A raunchy, dark blue evening dress - Day 3]]\ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>>[[A very risky evening dress|A very risky evening dress - Day 3]]<<endif>>

<<set $shirt to "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra to "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear to "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>This outfit may be the most conservative of the bunch, but puts you dangerously close to exposing more of your bottom half than you wish. The red blouse shows no cleavage and has a quite professional look about it. The satin bra in the same colour is invisible through the opaque chemise and sits quite comfortably. The other half of the outfit is what worries you though. The black miniskirt is <em>really</em> mini. Bending over at the hips is out of the question if you pick this one. @@.azure;Or maybe that's the point?@@ If you ever do, your suggestive satin thong is going to do all the necessary talking. [[Take the outfit.|Shoe Closet - Day 3 - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>You don't have much to object about, looking at this outfit, but it's still a bit risky, even if indirectly. The dress takes care not to expose much skin. It covers your shoulders, doesn't show any cleavage, and reaches all the way to your knees. That's the good news. The bad news is that people are still going to see a lot of your body, with the way the dress is clinging to it. One way or another, you're going to be exposed wearing this. @@.azure;Good, this won't draw too much attention away from your oh so fuckable lips.@@ [[Take the outfit.|Shoe Closet - Day 3 - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>Oh my. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? This dress is nearly the most outrageous you could get. Be aware that you would be wearing no bra with this, and that it's only loosely hanging over your breasts, with everything in between them fully exposed, down to your belly button. The bottom part doesn't go down much further either, due to the asymmetric cut. Your left leg would be mostly covered, but on the right side, you'd be almost entirely naked, @@.azure;which is exactly the reason you're considering this.@@ [[Take the outfit.|Shoe Closet - Day 3 - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;clitstick@@<<endif>><<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;love tunnel@@<<endif>><<endif>> and your <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;cum repository@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;cum repository@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;cum repository@@<<endif>>">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>Now this is just crazy. @@.azure;And you'd like to go crazy, wouldn't you?@@ This dress, if you can even call it that, really covers nothing. Literally. It's almost entirely transparent, the black fabric making only a token attempt to hide your body. @@.azure;But why contain it?@@ The bright pink bra does its job of grasping attention, just in case. @@.azure;They should know that you're easy to get out of it though.@@ Your underwear is just as flashy, @@.azure;and just as easily removable~@@ You really should reconsider. Trust me. [img[images/anri-okita-02298680.jpg]] [[Take the outfit.|Shoe Closet - Day 3 - CUMSLUT]] @@.azure;Follow your purpose. Good girl.@@

Digging through the shoe closet, it's the same story. Some of the shoes just draw you in, while others repel you completely. So just pick the one that works. <<if $addiction lte 2>>[[Black boots with 3 inch heels|Black boots with 3 inch heels - CUMSLUT - Day 3]]<<elseif $addiction is 3>>[[Dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels|Dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels - Day 3]]<<elseif $addiction is 4>>[[Red pumps with 5 inch heels|Red pumps with 5 inch heels - Day 3]]<<elseif $addiction gte 5>>[[Sexy, 'special' 7 inch court heels|Sexy, 'special' 7 inch court heels - Day 3]]<<endif>>

<<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>These black leather boots have "only" a 3 inch heel and reach about halfway up to your knees. You seem rather comfortable with them, and they'd make a good choice if you don't want to give in to your new cock-crazed, cum addicted blowjob queen @@.azure;life--@@ PERSONA... They probably don't go too well together with most of the outfits, however. [[Wear these shoes.|The Office - Day 3]]

<<set $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels">>These dark red ankle boots look quite casual, but go with lots of outfits with its rather subtle choice of colour. The heels are "only" 4 inches tall so walking should be relatively easy and not attract too much attention. [[Wear these shoes.|The Office - Day 3]]

<<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>These shoes are kept rather simple, but that doesn't mean they aren't attractive. They are a bright red, which is sure to catch the eye, and if that doesn't, your @@.azure;voluptuous@@ rear will, balancing on these 5 inch heels. An excellent choice for any @@.azure;hungry@@, aspiring femme fatale. [[Wear these shoes.|The Office - Day 3]]

<<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;delicious@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;delicious@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;delicious@@<<endif>> [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;hope to@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;hope to@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;hope to@@<<endif>> find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>Wow. Just wow. These heels absolutely stand out. They give you 7 inches in height, and surely make you look your @@.azure;best@@. They crawl all the way up your calf and most remarkably, can be locked... you won't get out of these easily, @@.azure;but fortunately, that doesn't have to apply to the rest of your outfit!@@ [img[images/grand.jpg]] [[Wear these shoes.|The Office - Day 3]] @@.azure;A magnificent choice, you slut.@@

<<set $hunger = 0>><<set $cumslutSex3 = 1>>Upon hearing @@.robert;Robert@@ end his short, inconclusive explanation with a wistful sigh, you move to free access to your lower half. You remove your underwear and pull everything else out of the way, before leaning over your boss' desk and playfully sticking out your butt. You shoot a glance back. @@.azure;"There's no problem that we can't push out of the world... but perhaps you should start with easier matters and push inside me first?"@@ Oh God, that was so bad. And @@.robert;Robert@@ knows it, looking at you and laughing weirdly. Weirdly... Why is that? Because it was sincere, that's why. He's sincerely laughing, you think he's actually touched by your gesture to offer your ass. Now that's an interesting office sex story right here. He moves over to you and grabs your hips. Instead of ploughing into you like his life depended on it, as you expected, he actually turns you around, and starts kissing you, hugging you. After Sunday, you hadn't expected your lips to be used for that again. You feel a little more wholesome for it, weird as it may be. He's treating you with much more respect right now than somebody who's wearing the kind of jewelry you have around your neck could expect. @@.robert;"So you wanna do this?"@@, he actually asks you for your consent this time. This is crazy. Still, you nod, a bit shy, this is so odd to you, you're unsure how to react to it. No matter, you bend over, giving him access to your fuckhole. Wait, did you just think 'fuckhole' without that weird resonating echo your brain gives you whenever you think of yourself in a sexual, degrading manner? And again! This is very confusing... Nonetheless, you try to refocus on @@.robert;Robert@@. He got undressed himself in the meantime, and is now rubbing his dick between your thighs, to get it nice and wet. He does the same to your sphincter, pushing in a finger or two, stretching you a little before you start. You've got a wet dick between your thighs and your brain is working quietly, no buzzing, no trance. You're in complete control. Something's going on. @@.robert;"Alright, you ready?"@@ You hear his voice from behind you, startling you. You have to stop spacing out so much, you're doing this for him. Thinking about the whole situation can come afterwards. Giving your consent, he starts to slowly enter you, a first, quiet moan escaping your mouth voluntarily. @@.robert;Robert@@ is being really sweet about this, he immediately asks if everything is alright. Quickly, you assure him that it feels good, and that he shouldn't worry so much. The two of you go on like this for a while and it genuinely feels pleasurable to you. While you're pondering the implications, you're actually quite alright with it, at least in this case you are. It's about the pleasure for the both of you, to settle both his and your nerves a little, and it seems to be working. Eventually, you feel @@.robert;Robert@@ speeding up behind you, his grunts and your moans intensifying and quickening simultaneously. He shoots his load right into you and collapses on your back, while you orgasm as well, ejaculating on the wood floor of his office. Both of you seem quite pleased, breathing heavily as you bathe in the afterglow. Again, you're surprised, this is nothing like what you experienced yesterday. Admittedly, it doesn't feel as intense, but it feels more... peaceful. Serene, almost. You've taken a huge load anally, but you don't feel your addiction has become much worse; your hunger has ebbed down though.<<set $hunger = 0>> After you two have enjoyed yourselves enough and calmed down a little, @@.robert;Robert@@ speaks up. @@.robert;"Thanks a lot,@@ @@.azure;Kevin@@@@.robert;. I really needed that. You can take the rest of the day off if you want, I don't think I'll need any more of your services for today, you've really helped me out enough."@@ He smiles. It seems genuine. @@.robert;"I don't think any of the employees have come in yet, so you might be able to sneak past everybody in the hallways."@@ He laughs now. You thank him for the offer and take him up on it. An afternoon's rest doesn't sound half bad, after your... exciting start into the week. So, you take your leave, and [[head back home early.|Third Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $cumslutAllin3 = 1>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "relatively even, black hair">><<set $eyes = "dark brown with green blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $eyes = "dark green with brown blotches">><<set $haircolour = "almost black hair">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $eyes = "dark green">><<set $haircolour = "black hair">><<elseif $transformationProgress gte 4>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.azure;enthralling@@ green">><<set $haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair">><<endif>><<if $transformationProgress lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<endif>><<set $addiction += 1>><<set $hunger = 0>>Screw this sentimental crap. @@.azure;$firstname needs her daily meal.@@ You stop your boss' crying by giving him a deep, wet, amazingly soft kiss right on the lips, and beyond. While entangled with him, you move to unbuckle his belt and get @@.robert;Robert@@ undressed, same as you. Once you've done that, you grab him by the shoulders, push him to the floor, and impale yourself in his stiff dick, going in dry. The sensations are fantastic, you feel every millimeter slipping inside you. @@.robert;Robert@@ is quite surprised, and seems like he's going along for the ride, more than anything. Yeah, he might be a little down today, but you need to calm your stomach, let's be realistic. It's not like he won't get any enjoyment out of this, nobody can tell you you're being heartless, it's for his sake as well as your own. As you jump up and down his rod, you wonder why you didn't go for this sooner. Besides the friction along the sides of your @@.azure;fuckhole@@, your own little @@.azure;clitstick@@ is magnificently slapping against your boss' stomach every second, delighting you even more than the lewd moans you are sending loudly throughout the office. It feels so good you start losing yourself again, your grip on your mind as well as your body diminishing. Your eyes rolling back in your head, your entire organism dedicating itself to milking @@.robert;Robert@@ nice and dry. And that's just what is about to happen. You redouble your efforts, speeding up, fiercely clamping down on his dick with your @@.azure;love tunnel@@, prepared to squeeze every last drop out of him, when he complies happily, suddenly shooting you full of his @@.azure;delicious lovejuice@@. Oh, you wish you had taken it in your mouth, but this is a whole other sensation, not better or worse, just very different, and every bit as pleasurable. You drop off @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick, spent, recovering on the floor there. Your last action of course is to find something to plug your rear with, to make sure your @@.azure;meal@@ won't be wasted. Looks like your panties will have to do, they're surely not serving this purpose for the last time. Still, you could feel that he wasn't really into it, so you come off your @@.azure;cum high@@ rather quickly this time. @@.robert;"Well uh, that kind of enthusiasm was unexpected"@@, he tries to regain his composure and authority, but failing to do so. @@.robert;"I think I'm good for the rest of the day. If you want to take an early leave, I'd be happy to allow you too. Thanks for your... passionate performance just now."@@ Ugh, what a crybaby. Doesn't matter, you can go home early and maybe practice some makeup techniques, so [[fuck it, let's go home.|Third Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction is 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<elseif $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Cammy">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Cummi">><<endif>>As you step inside your apartment, you notice that you've got mail again. Your mailman must be quite busy these days. <<if $cumslutStriptease is 1 and $cumslutAllin3 is 1>>It's from @@.robert;Robert@@. @@.robert;"Hey there, I didn't tell you today, but Dale actually filmed you from behind, when you gave us that unforgettable performance yesterday. We figured you'd want that kind of material to be public, carrying the title of@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@ @@.robert;as proudly as you do. So we created a website for you, where you can document your cravings and successful hunts, if you so choose. Robert"@@ And of course you choose to. @@.azure;This is a marvelous idea, it could make finding a quick meal much easier...@@ You put some money aside, resolving to buy some @@.azure;accessories@@ to use for photos and videos. A sound investment. <<set $cash -= 100>><<set $earlyStart = 1>><<elseif $cumslutStriptease is 1 and $cumslutAllin3 is 0>>It's from @@.robert;Robert@@. @@.robert;"Hey there, I didn't tell you today, but Dale actually filmed you from behind, when you gave us that unforgettable performance yesterday. We created a website for you, but didn't have time to upload the video yet, you can still do that if you want to. The video's on the USB drive that should be arriving together with this letter. Robert"@@ You're not sure if you want to do this. You keep the flash drive somewhere safe and leave the website be for now, just wanting to take the day off to relax.<<else>>It's from <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. It reads: <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Dear@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.red;, I follow your progress with great interest. It's quite an interesting tale I must say, one that I think a lot more people are curious about. I set up a website for you, and I suggest that you use it to document your progress for all the people besides me who want to know so much more about you. No worries, this isn't mandatory. It's entirely up to you whether you use the website or not. I know what I want you to choose though... Bonnie"@@ <<if $addiction lt 5>>Well, if it's your choice, then you don't care to make your shameful secret public. No way are you going to indulge this fantasy of hers, your current state of affairs is frustrating enough as it is.\ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>>And of course you choose to. @@.azure;This is a marvelous idea, it could make finding a quick meal much easier...@@ You put some money aside, resolving to buy some @@.azure;accessories@@ to use for photos and videos. A sound investment. <<set $cash -= 100>><<set $earlyStart = 1>><<endif>><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Dear@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@ @@.orange;sister, I hope your hunts are going well, mine certainly are. I think I found a way to help you out though. I set up a website for you, there's nothing on it yet, but I think it would be beneficial to tell the world about your situation. You never know who's in the vicinity and would be willing to drop by for a quick@@ @@.azure;snack@@@@.orange;. Bridget"@@ <<if $addiction lt 5>>Well, if it's your choice, then you don't care to make your shameful secret public. No way are you going to indulge this fantasy of hers, your current state of affairs is frustrating enough as it is.<<elseif $addiction gte 5>>And of course you choose to. @@.azure;This is a marvelous idea, it could make finding a quick meal much easier...@@ You put some money aside, resolving to buy some @@.azure;accessories@@ to use for photos and videos. A sound investment. <<set $cash -= 100>><<set $earlyStart = 1>><<endif>><<endif>><<endif>> <<if $addiction gte 5 and $cumslutName is 0>><<set $cumslutName = 1>>According to <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, you've already lost. You've given in to the pleasure, the @@.azure;hunger@@, so readily that you've voluntarily erased your existence, and happily embraced your new life as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. But, in fact, you don't feel any different. Maybe that's the point, that you don't even worry about it, and that you think it's normal by now. It leaves you restless, so you try the simplest thing about your identity. Your name. @@.azure;"Good evening, sir. My name is $firstname, I'll take care of <em>anything</em> you might spill tonight."@@ You sigh in relief. Everything's still normal, even your voice sounds as sultry and seductive as it always did. Maybe you should still take a [[look into the mirror|Appearance]], just to make sure you didn't miss a @@.azure;yummy@@ drop from earlier.<<else>>Today was a weird day. You've got <<if $addiction is 1>>3 steps<<elseif $addiction is 2>>2 steps<<elseif $addiction is 3>>1 step<<elseif $addiction is 4>>no steps<<endif>> left, just one more than that and you can't escape it anymore, if what you've been told is true. Maybe you should take a [[look into the mirror|Appearance]], to keep in touch with the progress of your transformation?<<endif>> <<if $hunger gt 0>>You do feel quite hungry. If you wanted, you could always eat your own semen, to calm your hunger a little. It would definitely help right now, but you also know from <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> that feeding on yourself causes problems in the long run. So, [[do you eat your cum and go to sleep|The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT][$hunger -= 2, $eatWednesday = 1]]. or, [[do you go straight to sleep|The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT]]?<<else>>After taking a shower, you drop into bed, and soon you'll see what [[tomorrow brings.|The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 1, Thursday">><<if $suckTuesday is 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 3>><<endif>>You wake up after a restless night that feels like it went on forever. But now you're back in action, determined to get your life back on track, to figure out what this thing around your neck still holds in store for you. You contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. \ \ In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. \ \ On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. \ \ To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Routinely, you finish all your morning business and head out, to [[meet Lucas again.|Day 4 - Heading Out - BIMBO]]

<<set $date = "Week 1, Thursday">><<if $eatTuesday is 1>><<set $hunger += 3>><<endif>>You wake up in the morning, feeling quite refreshed. <<if $cumslutAllin3 is 1>>After the way you did @@.robert;Robert@@ yesterday, you doubt his respect for you has been reinforced at all... Maybe it was a bad time to go crazy on him. But you won't know until you're at work today, so there's no point getting worked up over it just yet.<<else>>Yesterday was odd, you recall. You had sex with @@.robert;Robert@@, unmistakably, but you don't feel changed or different. True, you often don't, but a look in the mirror confirms that you look just the same as you did before leaving for work. You know quite clearly what was different this time. He was gentle with you. Didn't <em>use</em> you, like you're his @@.azure;bitch@@. It was sweet, it was consensual, it wasn't to @@.azure;feed@@ you. But could that really be the cause? Is that all there is to it, don't let yourself be used, and you'll be fine? You can't be certain, but you're resolved to try to find out. It could help you preserve your identity. <<if $addiction gte 5>>@@.azure;Or even better, find another way to coax more sperm out of him. Hmmmmmmmmm...@@<<endif>><<endif>> You put it out of your mind and go on with your morning routine. Breakfast, bathroom, wardrobe. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $shirt to "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra to "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear to "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. \ \ In addition, you put on some subtle, dark makeup.<<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]], with 4 inch red ankle boots adorning your feet. \ \ In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps.\ \ To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. \ \ To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>> With everything taken care of, you [[head out to work.|The Office - Day 4]]

You step into your workplace, shimmying into @@.robert;Robert@@'s office before anybody's arrived for their shift. Unable to read his expression right away, you just sit down in one of the chairs and wait patiently to see where today will get you. <<if $cumslutSex3 is 1>>Yesterday is quite memorable to you. It completely rewrote what you know about your condition, which is good, but you can't be certain of anything now, seeing how apparently everything has been turned upside down, which unsettles you in a way. There might be options to have sex and still retain your personality, but it may be completely out of your hands, if it all depends on how the other person treats you. @@.robert;"Yesterday certainly was different, wasn't it?"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ tries to break the long, awkward silence. You nod in agreement, too nervous to start the conversation on your own. Might be best to see where he takes it before you mess anything up. @@.robert;"I didn't know you were capable of being so... caring"@@, you could say the same thing about him, you think to yourself, @@.robert;"after you made that kind of entrance. I mean,@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;? I was shocked back when I first saw that, and still am, in a way, even after all that's happened. Is it some fetish? I don't have a mind for that kind of thing and if you're into that, I guess I can tolerate it, but in the office? In just a few days your body changed itself too, in ways I'm not sure I want to hear an explanation for, but how am <em>I</em> suposed to explain it to the other employees, if they're asking? You see how many problems this causes? I really appreciate what you've done yesterday, and it certainly changed the way I perceive you, but that doesn't mean things are back to the way they were, seeing as you aren't either. If this is supposed to continue, I'm going to have to know <em>something</em> to make sense of this, to enable you to stay here. I assume you want to stay. These issues are all quite complex, but it sometimes comes down to even the simplest things. Like, what am I even supposed to call you now? Your behaviour suggests that@@ @@.cyan;Kevin@@ @@.robert;might not be to your liking anymore, and@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@ @@.robert;hardly seems appropriate either."@@ He looks at you expectantly, finally expecting you to partake in this discussion. @@.azure;"I want to be called $firstname, just so you know for certain."@@<<set $robertFirstname = $firstname>> @@.robert;"That's a start, but you know this isn't enough, right? It's easier for me now, knowing what you want your name to be, but I made quite clear that there is a heap of issues that we haven't worked out. I'm going to need more than that."@@ Oh no, you can't possibly... or could you? <<if $cumslut is 1>>Anticipating your thoughts, you hear a voice entering them: @@.red;"Don't even think about it, my little@@ @@.azure;fuckpuppet@@@@.red;, keep your mouth shut as long as no dick is demanding entrance. You <em>do not</em> want me to hear you divulging information about your situation to people which are completely uninvolved. Remember, I will know, you can be sure of that. Remember as well that your boss is one of the reasons you're in this predicament to begin with. What he said to me about your little discussion certainly reassured me in my plan to show you your@@ @@.azure;true path@@@@.red;. Think about this. Very. Carefully."@@ With that, @@.red;Bonnie@@'s voice fades.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Upon finishing that sentence, a voice pierces your mind. @@.orange;"Oh oh oh, my little pet, careful now. What do you really have to gain from spilling the beans here? Do you think he'll@@ @@.azure;feed@@ @@.orange;you more? I highly doubt it. Think this through, you know how fast I'll get word of it if you start telling him. Let me assure you, you <em>do not</em> want that."@@ This is the first time you heard @@.orange;Bridget@@ lose her composure. Better to really think about what you want to do here.<<endif>> <<if $addiction lt 4>>[[Tell him everything. The truth. You can't make it through this alone.|The Office - Truth - Day 4]]<<else>>No matter what, you find you can't tell him. It's too much of a wildcard, his reaction could range from shock, to disbelief, to firing you, to who-knows-what. You don't want to risk it messing up things further, it could make @@.azure;feeding@@ even harder. He doesn't need to know.<<endif>> [[Tell him not to worry about it, to just deflect your colleagues' questions.|The Office - Lie - Day 4]]<<else>>There's nothing though. Just silence. @@.robert;Robert@@ seems a bit nervous, you don't get the impression he's going to start talking any time soon. @@.azure;"We're just gonna sit here and do nothing?"@@, you ask, impatiently. @@.robert;"What's that tone all about?"@@ @@.azure;"Listen, if you wanna be a crybaby, feel free to, and I'm going to listen and pretend I care if I have to, but I'm also telling you that that's quite a waste for an office girl. I'm not a therapist"@@, you lament. @@.robert;"Thanks for clearing that up, I'd gotten confused on that point"@@, he mocks you. @@.robert;"I'm not allowed to be in a bad mood now? I have to consult some@@ @@.azure;WHORE@@ @@.robert;that's hiding in my office before speaking my mind? Maybe I should plug your@@ @@.azure;hole@@ @@.robert;proper, so I don't have to explain myself to@@ @@.azure;something@@ @@.robert;like you."@@ So many @@.azure;words@@ coursing through your head, you drop out of your chair and to your knees, more than ready. Your demeanour yesterday seems to have fixed a dynamic between you two, and you fear it's beyond repair at this point. Although fear is the last thing you feel when @@.robert;Robert@@ finishes fiddling with his desk and eventually [[turns his attention to you.|The Office - All In - Day 4]]<<endif>>

<<set $robertTruth = 1>>@@.azure;"Alright, so you want to know everything? You really want to know what happened?"@@, you ask @@.robert;Robert@@. He nods, though hesitantly. @@.azure;"Fine. I doubt you'll believe me, but if you're sure you want to hear the full story, here you go. You've already found out about my relationship with a prostitute. She's Thai, by the way, and the cause for this predicament. <<if $cumslut is 1>>According to her, she spoke to you, and you revealed our little 'discussion' about her, placing the focus on my passivity back then, which apparently was greatly to her displeasure.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>She is more or less in the same situation I am. I'm unsure what her reasons were, but she was quite displeased at the way I carried myself.<<endif>> What do I mean by predicament? Well, this rather eye-catching piece of jewelry was put around my neck by her, prompted by her just-mentioned anger. It turns out my being unable to unbuckle the clasp on the choker to take it off is the least of my problems; it forces me to... do things I wouldn't normally do. Most of which you have triggered, and subsequently experienced from outside. This thing designates me as a CUMSLUT, as you undoubtedly realised, and there are more than just this one. However, staying with the predicament I'm currently in, it basically forces an addiction for ejaculate, both male and female, onto me and when it enters my vision or, even worse, touches me in any way, I lose all control. Like I did before... That's not all, I'm afraid. Whenever I give in to that addiction, my body changes, becoming more feminine and seductive. Mentally, I feel fine, but I should be severely affected, if@@ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@@@.azure;'s@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@@@.azure;'s@@<<endif>> @@.azure;reactions are anything to go by... Odd, I'm pretty sure my mind is completely normal. Maybe it has a different effect on women?"@@ @@.robert;"@@<<if $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@@@.robert;? Is she the prostitute you've been seeing?@@ <<endif>>@@.robert;She wore one of those... magical chokers too?"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ asks, confused. You apologise. @@.azure;"Sorry, I got ahead of myself. Yes, she wore it too. But I can't imagine it's magical, even though the effects seem surreal. If you don't believe me, think about it. If I really had some kind of cosmetic surgery that affected my <em>entire</em> body, don't you think there would've been some kind of recovery time? And I lost in height, enough to make it implausible to just occur over the weekend. I know it's still a huge leap, but I'm not sure what to tell you. Hell, even I know very little about what's happening, so I'm aware I'm not making the most convincing case here. Yesterday... we had sex differently. You could tell, couldn't you? That I didn't go mad the moment you pulled down your pants? That I didn't pounce you like a wild animal? That I wasn't stuck tranced out in the afterglow? I think you noticed all that, and I think it was because you didn't treat me like a Cumslut, plain and simple. The choker seems to encourage the wearer being put into compromising situations that run parallel to the inscription. But yesterday, you were gentle, asked for my consent, asked if I felt good and comfortable. So my usual trance, my addiction, wasn't triggered and I remained completely in control. That's the only explanation I can come up with, and I can't confirm it, like many of the things that happened to me. But that's the huge, messy explanation for everything that you wanted to know, or perhaps didn't, [[but got it anyway.|The Office - Truth 2 - Day 4]]"@@

<<set $robertLie = 1>>@@.azure;"Are you really telling me that it's so difficult to fight off a couple nosy employees? No offense, but if you're personally curious then it would be more courteous to outright ask me and not use my colleagues as a shield"@@, you accuse him, perhaps sounding more harsh than you initially meant. @@.azure;"My private life is none of their business, and if they're being pushy, you just make something up. Make it as descriptive as you like, but I don't feel like I have any obligation to give insight into my private life, none of the other guys do. Sorry to be so blunt, but I feel pressured here."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ frowns, evidently unhappy with that response. @@.robert;"Sorry to hear this is such a big issue for you. You're right, nobody else has to reveal so much about themselves, but you also might have noticed nobody came into work crossdressing and wearing jewelry describing themselves as sexually open to extreme proportions. I won't force you to reveal anything you don't want to, but you might want to work on that attitude"@@, he scolds you. You have to admit you've been quite aggressive, considering he's asked you a completely normal question. But having your predicament up to debate is unnerving as hell, you don't know what'll happen if you reveal it all. So now you're stuck in another moment of silence, not sure how to go on. Fortunately, @@.robert;Robert@@ solves that problem for you. @@.robert;"How do you want to go on then? Apparently you don't trust me enough, so how do you want to carry it?"@@ @@.azure;"I don't see how the current arrangement poses any problems. I come in early, I leave late. Nobody sees me, people will forget. If anybody asks, you tell them I've got private matters to take care of and have made some contract adjustments to reflect that. I still work the same hours everybody else does and that's all they need to know."@@ @@.robert;"I'm glad to hear you're that confident, because I'm not. I can't guarantee that this issue will be as easily buried. If you had come to me about it beforehand, maybe, but people saw you, in all your glory. That's enough to spark real interest, not just some half-hearted comments and snickering. I'll go along with it for now, but if this spreads, I'll cut you off, it's the painful truth."@@ Of course you're not exactly excited about this, but can't really say it's hit you unexpected. It makes sense that your boss wouldn't risk his neck for you, especially if he doesn't know himself what's really going on. Still, if it allows you to keep earning money, it'll do for now. You thank him for his time, hope your plan works out for as long as possible, and [[head home for now.|Fourth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

A baffled @@.robert;Robert@@ looks back at you. You can see the gears grinding inside his head as he stares at you with his mouth hanging open a little, the way it has for some time during the recollection of your odyssey. He needs a couple moments to muster a reply, and even then, it's not a very useful one. @@.robert;"I really don't know what to tell you now. Gender-changing chokers? Sex trances? All of this because of one piece of jewelry you can't get off? It's hard to believe. You said as much, but that doesn't make it any easier. Can't I just take it off for you?"@@, he wants to know. You're a bit touched by the thought. @@.azure;"It's sweet of you to offer, and please try, but I doubt you'll get further than me, believe me, I tried."@@ You free access to the back of your neck and present it to your boss, but he quickly sighs and tells you that there isn't even a clasp, and, finding that the choker isn't elastic either, he tells you he has no clue how that thing even got around your neck. @@.robert;"In that case, I have no idea what to do here. What did you expect me to do?"@@ @@.azure;"What did you expect me to tell you when you asked?"@@ @@.robert;"Certainly not <em>this</em>, and I don't think you can blame me for a mild sense of surprise and disbelief"@@, he retorts harshly. You apologise, realising you've been a bit snappy with that comment. He tells you it's fine, but even after you told him everything, you have to admit that it's been somewhat pointless. He can't really change anything, but at the same time, it felt good being able to share your story with somebody, you've been on edge for the past half week more than ever before in your life. Even if he doesn't believe you, you have that much. Perhaps it's best to let @@.robert;Robert@@ have a bit of time to think about what's happened. When you suggest exactly that, he leaps at the opportunity, confirming your suspicion. You excuse yourself and head back home, before any of your colleagues show up, just like yesterday. Stepping inside your apartment, you can't really say that you feel too good about what happened today, [[uncertainty eating at you.|Fourth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction is 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<elseif $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Cammy">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Cummi">><<endif>>You step inside your apartment after a day of revelations. <<if $robertTruth is 1>>@@.robert;Robert@@ now knows about your condition. Certainly a good move by itself, you're not too sure what consequences to expect. From Wednesday onwards, he's shown that he cares about you, even though before that, he was honestly your main threat. Regardless, today and yesterday, he wanted to learn and though shocked, he'll be helpful at some point, you're absolutely sure about that. What worries you is what you heard through the choker... <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> made it unmistakably clear that telling @@.robert;Robert@@ would guarantee some repercussions to haunt you later. You shudder to think what plans she could hatch, or has hatched already. No matter what those will be, they most likely won't help you stay sane.<<elseif $cumslutAllin4 is 1>>You've just furthered your transformation even more today. It was an ordeal to go through, and you don't want to imagine something like that happening to you again. @@.azure;Just don't stop sucking then and you'll be fine, sweetie.@@ You definitely haven't helped your standing in the office with your display today and yesterday. Now your job may be on the line, you think, with how aggressive @@.robert;Robert@@'s been today. That's a tough one to swallow, but @@.azure;you're pretty good at that, so you don't worry too much@@.<<else>>You decided not to involve @@.robert;Robert@@ in your predicament with the choker, he probably couldn't help you with it anyway. How would you have even convinced him you're telling the truth? It's so absurd, it took <em>you</em> a long time to believe it, even when it was happening to you directly. That's not even factoring in <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. Who knows what she could have done to you? Even with just the choker, her power over you is tremendous, what if she has more gadgets up her sleeve? No, you have to appease her, and try to get that choker off on Sunday, to go back to normal afterwards, probably somewhere far away...<<endif>> <<if $addiction gte 5 and $cumslutName is 0>><<set $cumslutName = 1>>According to <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, you've already lost. You've given in to the pleasure, the @@.azure;hunger@@, so readily that you've voluntarily erased your existence, and happily embraced your new life as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. But, in fact, you don't feel any different. Maybe that's the point, that you don't even worry about it, and that you think it's normal by now. It leaves you restless, so you try the simplest thing about your identity. Your name. @@.azure;"Good evening, sir. My name is $firstname, I'll take care of <em>anything</em> you might spill tonight."@@ You sigh in relief. Everything's still normal, even your voice sounds as sultry and seductive as it always did. Maybe you should still take a [[look into the mirror|Appearance]], just to make sure you didn't miss a @@.azure;yummy@@ drop from earlier.<<else>>Today was a weird day. You've got <<if $addiction is 1>>3 steps<<elseif $addiction is 2>>2 steps<<elseif $addiction is 3>>1 step<<elseif $addiction is 4>>no steps<<endif>> left, just one more than that and you can't escape it anymore, if what you've been told is true. Maybe you should take a [[look into the mirror|Appearance]], to keep in touch with the progress of your transformation?<<endif>> <<if $hunger gt 0>>You do feel quite hungry. If you wanted, you could always eat your own semen, to calm your hunger a little. It would definitely help right now, but you also know from <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> that feeding on yourself causes problems in the long run. So, [[do you eat your cum and go to sleep|The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT][$hunger -= 2, $eatThursday = 1]]. or, [[do you go straight to sleep|The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT]]?<<else>>You shrug off the strain of the day, take a good shower, and [[have a restful sleep.|The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $addiction += 2>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $cumslutAllin4 = 1>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "almost black hair">><<set $eyes = "dark green with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $eyes = "dark green">><<set $haircolour = "black hair">><<elseif $transformationProgress gte 3>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.azure;enthralling@@ green">><<set $haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair">><<endif>><<if $transformationProgress lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<endif>>@@.robert;Robert@@ seems much more interested in taking charge now, guiding you through every step of the process. @@.azure;As if you needed any help.@@ If you could avert your gaze from his magnificent cock, an angered expression would likely look back at you. Having undressed, he grabs your head with determined strength, forcing you on his rod. You're essentially stripped of all agency as he guides you very precisely, not letting off for a second. This causes your brain to shut down even faster, the buzz doesn't even have to take you over this time, you've relinquished control already, it can simply move in unopposed. Similarly, @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick is currently drifting through your mouth, advancing unobstructed, even helped along by every muscle that's still yours to command. The friction feels as glorious as it always did, whether it's by your rules or his, everything that matters is that you're @@.azure;filled@@. That wish is granted quite quickly, @@.robert;Robert@@ being obviously excited at playing it rough and taking charge. But just as you feel that @@.azure;delicious@@, familiar twitch, he pushes against your forehead with force, struggling, but succeeding in shoving you off his meat, takes a glass from his desk and ejaculates into it. Before you can even react, he snatches something metal, again from his desk, and then grabs you by your arms, your hazy mind too focused on the glass and too tranced out to react to any of this. He pulls you behind his desk, slams the metal against the radiator, eliciting a *click*, and then does the same with your left arm, an identical clicking sound following soon after. @@.robert;"By the way, do you have a new name now? What with being a worthless whore,@@ @@.cyan;Kevin@@ @@.robert;seems hardly fitting, although calling you@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@ @@.robert;sure is fun, and fitting enough."@@ Dazed, yet glaring at him you quietly whisper, @@.azure;"$firstname."@@ @@.robert;"@@@@.azure;$firstname@@@@.robert;?"@@ he pushes air through his teeth, as if stifling a mocking laugh. @@.robert;"Yeah, I'm not surprised. You little bitch, I swear I don't get you."@@<<set $robertFirstname = $firstname>> He goes back to work. Your slow mind is still taking so long to process all this, but finally you realise that he cuffed you to the radiator! Pulling on it, you find that it's sturdy enough to keep you there, it's not just a flimsy prop. @@.robert;Robert@@ ignores your clumsy escape attempts and grabs your right arm, extending it as far as possible, in the direction of his desk. He then grabs the glass and sets it down so that it's just out of reach for you. An easy feat, considering you're quite a bit smaller than you were just this Sunday, thanks to the choker's progress so far. You try to reach the glass regardless, starting to move the cuffs around on the radiator, but it doesn't leave much leeway, you gain mere millimetres and they turn out to be inconsequential, the @@.azure;heavenly juice@@ is still outside your grasp. @@.robert;Robert@@ delights at your display, snickering and bowing down to tell you: @@.robert;"Admirable. You won't get there though, I assure you. I've got some work to take care of, so you just go ahead and struggle some more, it'll brighten my day. Of course, you could always just beg me for it, like a <em>crybaby</em> and you'll get your@@ @@.azure;dinner@@ @@.robert;right away"@@, [[he explains to you.|The Office - All In 2 - Day 4]]

Let him have his fun. You <em>will</em> get that glass. Even if you decided you didn't, you have little choice. Just having it in your sight basically renders your body helpless. Getting inventive, you start trying to use your legs, first hoping you might reach further, and being able to push it towards you carefully, then grabbing it with your hand. But of course it takes too long and @@.robert;Robert@@ just repositions the glass away from you. Then you start kicking the desk once or twice, but stop immediately, scared that you might topple the glass over, spilling everything. You're devastated, desperate, desolate. It is absolutely impossible to quench your thirst and your stomach tells you this in no uncertain terms. In opposition to the heat that spreads through you when you get to @@.azure;dine@@, your body feels ice cold. Maybe it's all in your head, but you feel like hypothermia is a serious concern currently. Not that you could think about it much. While @@.robert;Robert@@ is working, he takes frequent breaks to have his way with you. Even unrestrained, you couldn't help but engage enthusiastically, always working his shaft with resolve and passion. Your condition simply doesn't allow you to resist that temptation, and honestly, you don't really want to, but at the same time, it always ends the same way. @@.robert;Robert@@ pulls out quickly enough, only adding to the contents of the glass, absolutely grinding your stomach on withdrawal. Your attempts to surprise him with particularly sudden and determined bursts of tongue acrobatics surely help fuel his fires, but don't aid you in starting one of your own. It's well into the afternoon now, and you've been abused for hours. The glass is nearly full and your hunger is already manifesting itself vocally, your pained, weak moans and sighs echoing through @@.robert;Robert@@'s office every once in a while. You can't... you can't go on anymore. You surrender. @@.azure;"P-please..."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ takes note of your plea. @@.robert;"Yes?"@@, he teases. @@.azure;"I... need it."@@ He stands up and takes the glass, leaving the office. Your heart stops beating for a minute, until he comes back, glass still in his hand. It seems a bit fuller now, but also more transparent, like he filled the rest up with water, diluting the previously thick @@.azure;juice@@. He sets the glass down on the desk again and attaches a teat to the top. @@.robert;"Say it."@@ He demands. @@.azure;"I just--"@@ @@.robert;"Say. It."@@ You hesitate. You know what he wants, but... well, you've started this, now you have to try your best to tell him what he wants to hear. You put on your most childish, innocent, girly voice. @@.azure;"Daddy, please feed your baby. Baby is so hungry for your milk."@@ That seems to have been enough. A devious grin spreads across @@.robert;Robert@@'s face, and a little wet patch across the front of his pants, as he lowers himself, the glass -- now bottle -- approaching you slowly, much too slowly. When it's eventually held right before you, you keep it in your sights for a moment, incredulous that you finally got here. Immediately, you open your mouth and bite down furiously, suckling on the bottle like your life depended on it. @@.robert;Robert@@ is evidently amused at your display, sitting down and petting you while you're @@.azure;feasting@@. First his baby, now his @@.azure;bitch@@. But it's irrelevant. You're @@.azure;melting@@, the ice in your veins dissolving now that the familiar heat spreads outwards again, from your @@.azure;cum repository@@ to your limbs, all the way into the tips of your fingers and your toes, a wholesome feeling accompanying the heat waves. You easily spend hours on the floor of the office, just nursing that bottle, squealing merrily in between swallowing that delightful @@.azure;lovejuice@@. There's nowhere you'd rather be right now. All things come to an end though, and so do the contents of your @@.azure;bitch bottle@@. You emit a moan of complaint, but also have to admit that you're quite adequately @@.azure;fed@@ by now. After a little rest to get all that protein properly into your system, you feel like you worked hard enough for a day. @@.robert;Robert@@ notices you finished your @@.azure;meal@@, and thinks the same thing. Undoing your cuffs, he finally frees you from the radiator, revealing a slightly battered wrist, marked by your escape attempts. It feels a bit sore, but shouldn't be a problem. It's easily been an hour since the last employee left. You've spent quite some time nursing that bottle, @@.azure;and you miss every second of it@@. [[Your return home|Fourth Day Over - CUMSLUT]] has been well-earned.

<<set $date = "Week 1, Friday">><<if $eatWednesday is 1>><<set $hunger += 3>><<endif>>You slowly awake, indeed refreshed. After the worries of the first three days, you're relieved that today as well as yesterday, no ominous packages await you, no need to worry about hiding your choker. Confidence wells up inside you, today will be a good day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $shirt to "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra to "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear to "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. \ \ In addition, you put on some subtle, dark makeup.<<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]], with 4 inch red ankle boots adorning your feet. \ \ In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps.\ \ To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. \ \ To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>> In good spirits, you head out the door after finishing your morning routine, [[arriving at the office on time.|The Office - Day 5 - CUMSLUT]]

Stepping into the office, all the familiar sights greet you. All the desks and cubicles, computers and coffee machines, chairs and tables, all unoccupied and unused. Not a single soul around. Except of course, for you and @@.robert;Robert@@, who's already opening up the door to his office for you. He looks... different, today. Not in his appearance, it's his face. After you enter his office, he closes the door and directs you to a seat, almost formally. You can read now that his expression appears sad, but also afraid. Thinking about what this could be about, you fear it's about you. Before he can even start to sit down, you immediately ask, your heartbeat stopping. @@.azure;"What's wrong, why are you frowning like that?"@@ @@.robert;"You can't work here anymore."@@ He just says it like that, matter-of-factly. You're speechless, you can't move. Fortunately, he goes on. @@.robert;"I'll be honest with you, one of the employees has been rather vocal about your situation in particular. Complaining that he never sees you working anymore, yet apparently you weren't fired either, and seem to remain on the payroll. Asking whether he can get unlimited paid vacation time as well. Up until that point, it's not too worrying, but he went on to ask the right questions. Whether the board knows about you. Or my wife. He saw the choker,@@ <<if $cumslutAllin3 is 0>>@@.azure;$robertFirstname@@<<elseif $cumslutAllin3 is 1>>@@.azure;Cumslut@@<<endif>>@@.robert;. So what am I supposed to do here? If he tells the board, I might lose my job, if he tells my wife, I might lose my family. It was always likely this would happen, I just didn't imagine it happening so fast. I don't see any solution but to let you go, I'm sorry."@@ You haven't gotten a word in edgewise as he was elaborating, finally, the burden is on you. Furious, shocked, but still composed enough, you think about your next step here. <<if $addiction lt 5 and $cumslutAllin3 is 0>>[[He's right, it's his ass or yours. Tell him you understand.|The Office - Robert Understood - Day 5 - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> [[So what? You understand his reasoning, but he's still putting your ass on the street rather nonchalantly. Don't let him get away with a clean conscience so easily.|The Office - Robert Blamed - Day 5 - CUMSLUT]] [[Go on the offensive. You need this job. Blackmail him, just like that employee is.|The Office - Robert Blackmailed - Day 5 - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $robertNice = 1>><<if $robertLie is 1>><<set $robertAlly = 1>>You already refused to tell him about your condition, the least you can do is let him off a bit easy on this. He warned you this could happen; but like him, you didn't expect it so soon. There's nothing to be done about it now. Be kind to him, and who knows, he might return the favour one day. @@.azure;"You said this would happen. It's okay, I understand you can't put yourself in the crossfire without even knowing what's going on. I hope you grant me the same understanding; that I can't involve you in my situation, and that I have my reasons for it."@@ @@.robert;"Thank you,@@ @@.azure;$robertFirstname@@@@.robert;, I didn't expect you to take it so well, I appreciate that."@@ @@.azure;"Believe me, I'm fucking terrified. I have no clue how to make rent now, and other aspects of my life aren't exactly clear either. I feel entirely powerless right now, but that's not your fault. At least not anymore."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ first gives you a confused glance, followed by a sigh you can't quite place. @@.robert;"Well, firing you has come at very short notice, so... I don't think anybody can complain if I pay you half for next week too."@@ Your heart jumps at hearing this. He continues. @@.robert;"If it does raise some eyebrows, I'll funnel it through my own finances somehow, with half a week's wage, it shouldn't attract too much attention. I can't pay you in advance though, so here's this week's wage, next week's will be sent to your apartment, I'll personally make sure."@@ At this, he stands up, and walks around the desk to hand you a wad of cash. Before taking it though, you move in to give him a big hug, thanking him quietly and planting a kind, wet kiss on his cheek. You flash him a huge smile and pocket the money gratefully.<<set $cash += 800>> @@.robert;"No need to thank me, it's the least I could do. But I fear this is goodbye for now."@@ A short moment of silence follows. @@.robert;"Don't forget to pop in some time, no matter what's going on in your life, okay? Just... do it early, please."@@ He laughs, obviously meaning it as a joke, but you're not that excited about just having lost your job. You still smile politely, knowing he didn't mean it like that.<<elseif $robertTruth is 1>><<set $robertAlly = 1>>You tried to include @@.robert;Robert@@ by telling him the truth about your condition, and now it appears a possible cooperation is cut short merely one day later. Judging by his demeanour yesterday, you don't feel he's trying to play you here, he seems to be as desperate as you; after all, even if he does fire you, he doesn't know if his marriage or his job will be safe. He's trying his best to protect his life, as he said he would. Reassure him that you appreciate his honesty, and that you don't hold him responsible for what's happened. @@.azure;"It's okay, you said this might happen. You know exactly what's going on with me, so maybe that prepares you a bit better for when anybody asks follow-up questions."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ is a bit taken aback by your calm response. @@.robert;"Uhh, thank you, I didn't expect you to remain so composed, you lost your job after all."@@ @@.azure;"I'm not exactly <em>thrilled</em>, I can tell you that much. But I know you couldn't control this. If I should be as honest with you as you've been with me just now, then I'll tell you that I'm fucking terrified. I don't know where my life will go now, whether my ordeal will be over on Sunday and I can start over, or how I'll pay my rent now. Whatever happens, my issues won't sort themselves out in a matter of days, that much I do know."@@ You try to remain composed through this, but your voice breaks up here and then. @@.robert;Robert@@'s obviously affected by what you said, and how you said it. He breathes in deeply. @@.robert;"Well, firing you has come at very short notice, so... I don't think anybody can complain if I pay you half for next week too."@@ Your heart jumps at hearing this. He continues. @@.robert;"If it does raise some eyebrows, I'll funnel it through my own finances somehow, with less than one week's wage, it shouldn't attract too much attention. I can't pay you in advance though, so here's this week's wage, next week's will be sent to your apartment, I'll personally make sure."@@ @@.robert;"And, uuh, listen, here's a few hundred extra for being so honest with me. With a condition as... bizarre as yours, it can't have been easy. Most others probably would have you committed after hearing a story like that. I'm not saying I believe you completely, but especially after how I treated you earlier this week"@@, he pauses and draws a bit of air, apparently trying to remain composed, @@.robert;"it felt good to feel that kind of trust. I hope it's gonna help you out."@@ At this, he stands up, and walks around the desk to hand you a wad of cash. Before taking it though, you move in to give him a big hug, thanking him quietly and planting a kind, wet kiss on his cheek. You flash him a huge smile and pocket the money gratefully. He gave you $$200 on top of your $$800 wage!<<set $cash += 1000>> @@.robert;"No need to thank me, it's the least I could do. But I fear this is goodbye for now."@@ A short moment of silence follows. @@.robert;"Don't forget to pop in some time, no matter what's going on in your life, okay?"@@ You just give him an ambivalent look, squeezing your lips together and breathing out audibly. You hope you'll be able to.<<endif>> It's time to leave now... @@.azure;"For the last time"@@, you think. You make [[your way back home|Fifth Day Over - CUMSLUT]], before your colleagues all arrive at work, among them the one who ratted you out, and caused all of this.

<<set $robertBlamed = 1>><<if $robertTruth is 1>><<set $robertAlly = 1>><<elseif $robertLie is 1>><<set $robertNeutral = 1>><<elseif $cumslutAllin3 is 1>><<set $robertNeutral = 1>><<endif>>You know you can't do anything to change things now. So instead you'll just vent, you deserve as much. @@.azure;"So you just fire me, after a few days of distress?"@@ You ask him, loudly. @@.azure;"I can just imagine how hard you fought for me, you look quite well-rested. Probably 'cause you didn't lose your sole source of income thirty seconds ago!"@@ @@.robert;"I--"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ starts, but you immediately cut him off. @@.azure;"No, not you, <strong>me</strong>! I'm the one who's fucked now, I'm the one who has to worry about what I'll eat or how I'm going to make rent. Not sure if you noticed, but I can hardly walk into government offices and apply for welfare looking like <em>this</em>"@@, you point to yourself. @@.azure;"Tell me, how am I going to find a new job, with an ID designating me as 'Kevin Taylor' yet being unable to wear anything but dresses? Who else is there to help me? I don't have anything left! Did you think about that when you decided to fire me?"@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ knows he can't argue with you right now, you see it in his expression. He realised you're just trying to vent and waits until you're finished before he speaks up again. @@.robert;"If you had let me say a word, you'd have heard that, while I can't do anything for you about the job, I have this week's wage here for you"@@, he gestures to an envelope on his desk, @@.robert;"and that, as inofficial severance pay, I'll forward you another half week's wage next week. I can't pay it in advance, but when the time is right, you'll get it, and I vouch for that."@@<<set $cash += 800>> @@.azure;"Oh, <em>you</em> will vouch for it, I'm really fucking relieved"@@, you snap back at him, unwilling to let him take the moral high ground here, although you have to admit that you feel a little worse for your tirade now. You just pocket the money he pointed out, and leave the office. As [[you press down the handle|Fifth Day Over - CUMSLUT]] on the exit door, you see @@.robert;Robert@@ through his opened door one last time, head lowered, staring at his desk with a solemn gaze.

<<if $addiction lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<endif>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "relatively even, black hair">><<set $eyes = "dark brown with green blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $haircolour = "almost black hair">><<set $eyes = "dark green with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $eyes = "dark green">><<set $haircolour = "black hair">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.azure;enthralling@@ green">><<set $haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair">><<endif>><<set $robertBlackmailed = 1>><<set $addiction += 1>><<set $hunger = 0>>\ \ <<if $robertTruth is 1>><<set $robertNeutral = 1>><<elseif $robertLie is 1>><<set $robertEnemy = 1>><<elseif $cumslutAllin3 is 1>><<set $robertEnemy = 1>><<endif>>\ \ No way are you leaving empty-handed. First he uses you, then throws you away like you're nobody? You don't think so. Two people can play this game. @@.azure;"So you just want me to go? Do you expect me to? To subject myself to a life with no income at all? But you don't give a shit, do you? Well, since you're worried about your wife, maybe I should just clue her in on the promiscuity of her husband in the workplace. Or arrange a meeting with the board, so they know what their money is being spent on."@@ You smile at @@.robert;Robert@@ mischievously. He looks back at you, furious. His voice probably carries through the whole building, good thing your colleagues aren't here yet. <strong>@@.robert;"You DARE threaten me? You want to meet the board, go right ahead, I'm sure they'll be keen on hearing a@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.robert;'s perspective on workplace ethics. And bringing up my family, I should@@ @@.azure;FUCK@@ @@.robert;that thought right out of your head"@@</strong>, he beams. After your heavy breathing sets in, he apparently realises that this actually is an option. @@.robert;Robert@@ walks around his desk with determined, heavy steps, and you'd be afraid if you were more than half conscious. From here, things happen fast. @@.robert;Robert@@ seems to care very little about his own pleasure, rather trying to teach you a lesson here. And you have to admit, his arguments are quite convincing. He grabs the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly, and shoving your face onto his half-erect cock. You caress it to hardness under the strict guidance of your @@.azure;master--@@your boss, who is forcing you quite uncomfortably in whichever direction he pleases. @@.robert;"You little bitch, trying to blackmail me. Look at you now, how pathetic."@@ He pushes you down his rod strongly, causing you to gag and hurting your throat a little. Just now you realise that this is the first time since the transformation that you're reminded of your gag reflex. It's been gone the whole time, and you didn't even notice. Needless to say, this encounter is over shortly, with how quickly and fiercely @@.robert;Robert@@ handles you, he @@.azure;feeds@@ you not too long after he began, having demeaned you with obscenities all the way through. As he shoves you backwards off his length, you lay on the ground, coughing, but also @@.azure;pleasantly filled and nourished@@. @@.robert;"You think you're going to tell my wife, huh? I don't think so. With everything I know about you, I could hit back twice as hard for every move you try to make. But I don't expect a@@ @@.azure;piece of meat@@ @@.robert;like you has ever heard of the concept of mutual destruction before. To explain briefly, so that your diminishing brain can comprehend it: <strong>Don't.</strong> And now get out of my sight. Here's your money for this week's work, good luck finding a new job. I know one line of work you'd certainly prosper in."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ sneers at you and throws an envelope on your body.<<set $cash += 800>> What you just did may have been a grave mistake, it occurs to you. Better not to act on this, and you might be let off comparatively lightly, if you push it, you're sure to feel some more dire consequences. You evidently didn't think this through completely, but it was worth a try. He could've buckled out of fear, you never know. You made a gamble, and you lost. Put it behind you and end this rotten day, [[just head home.|Fifth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction is 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<elseif $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Cammy">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Cummi">><<endif>>\ \ What a day... Your livelihood is severely at risk now, but at least you only have two more days left until this whole ordeal is over. After that, you just have to try to regroup, see to hiding the changes, and find a new job. You have years of experience, that should be possible, no matter how far along your transformation is. <<if $addiction gte 5>>@@.azure;Of course, you could always ask@@ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> @@.azure;to score you a gig. Your stomach rumbles merrily in agreement.@@<<endif>> <<if $addiction gte 5 and $cumslutName is 0>><<set $cumslutName = 1>>According to <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, you've already lost. You've given in to the pleasure, the @@.azure;hunger@@, so readily that you've voluntarily erased your existence, and happily embraced your new life as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. But, in fact, you don't feel any different. Maybe that's the point, that you don't even worry about it, and that you think it's normal by now. It leaves you restless, so you try the simplest thing about your identity. Your name. @@.azure;"Good evening, sir. My name is $firstname, I'll take care of <em>anything</em> you might spill tonight."@@ You sigh in relief. Everything's still normal, even your voice sounds as sultry and seductive as it always did. Maybe you should still take a [[look into the mirror|Appearance]], just to make sure @@.azure;you didn't miss a yummy drop from earlier@@.<<elseif $cumslutName is 1>>Today was another stressful day. Do you want to take a [[look into the mirror|Appearance]]?<<else>>Today was a weird day. You've got <<if $addiction is 1>>3 steps<<elseif $addiction is 2>>2 steps<<elseif $addiction is 3>>1 step<<elseif $addiction is 4>>no steps<<endif>> left, just one more than that and you can't escape it anymore, if what you've been told is true. Maybe you should take a [[look into the mirror|Appearance]], to keep in touch with the progress of your transformation?<<endif>> <<if $hunger gt 0>>Normally, you'd think about eating your own cum, but today, you think you should restrain yourself. Just two more days until the choker comes off, you're on the home stretch, so you just put it out of your mind. <<endif>>You shrug off the strain of the day, take a good shower, and [[have a restful sleep.|The Sixth Day - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $date = "Week 1, Saturday">><<if $eatThursday is 1>><<set $hunger += 3>><<endif>>You wake up after a rather restless night, leaving you a bit unsettled right as the day begins.<<set $hunger += 1>> Financial uncertainty could spell disaster for you, naturally that's going to rob you of your sleep. Anyway, you dwelled on it enough in bed, better get the day going. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $shirt to "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra to "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear to "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. \ \ In addition, you put on some subtle, dark makeup.<<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]], with 4 inch red ankle boots adorning your feet. \ \ In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps.\ \ To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. \ \ To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>> Having finished up in the bathroom, you notice an envelope lying in front of your door. <<if $robertTruth is 1>>[[You move to pick it up.|Day 6 - Surprise Visit - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[You move to pick it up.|Day 6 - Letter from a Friend - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

You open the envelope and read the letter enclosed in it. The ink looks a bit funny, the colour is really inconsistent and the words are all written in quite arduously artistic, exaggerated patterns. First looking at the bottom, you see it's from <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, who else. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Dear@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.red;, I'm glad this letter reached you. Let's talk about your boss a little, my sweet@@ @@.azure;fucktoy@@@@.red;. You told him about me. Then you told him about the choker. Is there something I'm missing here? Don't you trust me at all? I am hurt! That's why I'll pop in a bit later for a surprise visit. I know we'll see each other tomorrow, but I just can't wait to see how you turned out! I want to see whether you've come to accept your@@ @@.azure;true destiny@@ @@.red;once and for all. Love, Bonnie"@@\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Dear@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.orange;, I'm writing you today to talk a little about your boss, and your demeanour. You've been a naughty@@ @@.azure;pet@@ @@.orange;and I won't forget that. I strongly advised against involving others in our@@ @@.azure;hunts@@@@.orange;, but you went ahead and did it anyway, mere seconds after the echoes of my warning ceased. Thus, I have decided to squeeze in a surprise visitation in your humble abode. You can expect me later today and we'll talk about your unruly behaviour. This is not the path you're@@ @@.azure;destined@@ @@.orange;to walk, dear, and I will do my best to fix you. Regards, Bridget"@@<<endif>> And that's all she wrote. Raising your head up from the paper, you feel kind of dizzy, those stupid curvy letters and that smudged ink. It takes you a minute just to regain your composure.<<set $hunger += 2>> Ridiculous, something so miniscule is making your stomach turn. About her, well, announcement though... She'll come by? She must have something planned. What are you supposed to do? Without her, you're not going to get the choker off tomorrow. If you evade her today, she'll punish you twice as much tomorrow. But you can't simply accept it either. You have to sell her on an option that includes winning your freedom, so to speak. Maybe a game, like a little quiz or something? If you answer right, you evade punishment, if you're wrong, you'll submit to her punishment, plus another thing she wants to subject you to. You definitely need her to sympathise with the idea, so if you want to suggest this, there's a bigger risk involved, but you stand to preserve your identity, possibly. Quite a prize, you'd say. You'll have to decide whether that risk is worth taking when she appears on your doorstep though, it'll be your choice to make. So you clean up a little, get dressed, move some of your furniture, just slightly. You don't know what awaits you, maybe running <em>is</em> your best option at some point. Be prepared for all contingencies. And you soon might have to be, as the doorbell rings. You move up to it and look through the spyhole. Yep, it's <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. Here we go. Opening the door, she steps through looking quite pleased, moving further into the apartment without even looking at you once, just observing the way it looks. As you push the door closed, you notice it won't close properly, which is quickly explained by the buff guy pushing himself through. You're utterly confused. @@.azure;"Ummm..."@@, you start to mutter loudly enough, hoping that somebody will pick up on it and start to explain. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Oh, that's Dale. <<if $cumslutStriptease is 1>>I believe you two met. <<endif>>Didn't I say I'd bring company when I would visit you? How unusual of me, I apologise! But since we're here now, how about we have some fun?!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ clues you in.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Oh, that's Dale. <<if $cumslutStriptease is 1>>I believe you two met. <<endif>>Didn't I say I'd bring company when I would visit you? How unusual of me, I apologise! But since we're here now, how about we have some fun?!"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ clues you in.<<endif>> Don't try to act surprised. It should've been clear that she would bring some guy along, trying to fuck you. At least all cards are on the table now, which leaves you to make your move. So, do you [[tell her about your idea with the quiz, putting yourself at risk, but bargaining for a quiet, safe day?|Day 6 - Visit, Quiz it - CUMSLUT]] [[tell her to drop the pretence and get on with it, knowing you won't overpower them both?|Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride - CUMSLUT]]

You open the envelope and read the enclosed letter. It was written by <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, unsurprisingly. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Dear@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.red;, I have to say, I am really impressed with you. I always knew you were a natural, but the exceptional speed with which you have adopted@@ @@.azure;your rightful place in society, beneath me and everybody else@@@@.red;, has made me so very happy. That's why I think a reward is in order. Doesn't that make you excited? I put the address down below, just go there to receive it. It's all safe, no need to worry. Of course, whether you eventually accept the gift or not is up to you, but I think I know what you're going to choose ;) Love, Bonnie"@@\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Dear@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.orange;, I'm writing you today to praise you for your excellent demeanour. Doesn't that excite you,@@ @@.azure;my pet@@@@.orange;? I'm very proud of the exceptional@@ @@.azure;whore@@ @@.orange;I've had the pleasure of observing over the past week. I believe you really found your calling, and did well to heed my advice now and then. To reward you for taking@@ @@.azure;your rightful place@@@@.orange;, I will bestow a gift upon you today. It is entirely up to you whether you accept it or not, but if I know you, I think you'll be delighted at the prospect. I've noted the address below, you can pick it up there.@@ @@.azure;Good hunting.@@ @@.orange;Regards, Bridget"@@<<endif>> To be honest, you don't have anything to do anyway. And she said that it's entirely up to you whether you accept the gift altogether, so it sounds safe enough. Of course, that doesn't always hold true in your current predicament, but you'll [[check it out from a distance|Day 6 - In Front of the Piercing Parlour - CUMSLUT]] at least, it's better than sitting in your apartment all day.

@@.azure;"Hold on a minute"@@, you stop them. @@.azure;"I have a suggestion."@@ It all rides on this, you feel you could avert serious punishment here. They have you in your own apartment, there's no place to retreat to. You win the quiz or you lose yourself. @@.azure;"Where's the fun in just fucking me straight away?"@@, you ask. @@.azure;"You've done that before, you had your revenge. But you're more complex than that, that's too simple for you to repeat ad nauseam. I propose a game."@@ Going by <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s facial expression, she looks intrigued. You quietly celebrate in advance, but perhaps prematurely. She's not convinced yet, you have to press on. @@.azure;"Say we hold a little quiz. You ask me a question, any question, and if I answer it right, you <em>won't</em> have your way with me."@@ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> frowns at that outlook. @@.azure;"Obviously, there's nothing I can do to stop you or Dale anyway, but I appeal to your sense of honour here." "<em>However</em>..."@@, you go on, putting exaggerated emphasis here, since this is where you have to convince them to accept your proposition. @@.azure;"Should I lose, you have complete reign over me for the day, and are able to put the plans you undoubtedly already made into motion. Now, if that was the prize, it wouldn't make much sense for you to accept, would it? So I realise I have to throw in something else. Not knowing clearly what you'd want, I can only offer you to have one thing done to me, basically anything of your choosing. A piercing maybe, or something of that sort. Again, I'd appeal to you not to make it something utterly extreme, but I am at your mercy here, as I was all week. What do you say?"@@ You can see you convinced her already, even if she tries to make a show of letting you dangle. You left the final prize purposely vague. Not knowing what exactly she wants to do to you that doesn't pertain to advancing your transformation -- which is precisely what you're trying to avoid -- it has to be left open to her, to ensure her approval of the quiz. And it looks like she's giving it. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Fine then, I accept, this sounds like fun"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ tells you. @@.red;"Ask you a question, hmmmm..."@@, she ponders. @@.red;"Yeah, this will be a good one"@@, she smirks. You ready yourself. @@.red;"On the day that I first suggested putting on a choker... what colour was my dress that night?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Fair enough, it should be amusing to see you struggle desperately"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ smiles. After shortly pondering, she looks at you. @@.orange;"On the day that I first suggested putting on a choker... what colour was my dress that night?"@@<<endif>> Shit. How in hell are you supposed to remember <em>that</em>? You're not too interested in fashion, and while she always looked sexy, you never memorised her clothing, neither colour nor shape. You can narrow it down to a few choices. Think, <em>think</em>... <<if $hunger gte 5>>Easier said than done. With the way your stomach is growling, you can't concentrate at all. Shit, you can't remember anything.<<endif>> [[Black|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]] <<if $hunger lt 5>>[[Red|Day 6 - Quizzle Fo' Shizzle - CUMSLUT]] [[Deep Purple|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]] [[Purple|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]] [[Pink|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]] [[Trick question, it was a multi-coloured dress|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]]. You can't memorise all those colours! [[Raven Black|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $addiction += 2>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $cumslutAllin6 = 1>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "almost black hair">><<set $eyes = "dark green with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $eyes = "dark green">><<set $haircolour = "black hair">><<elseif $transformationProgress gte 3>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.azure;enthralling@@ green">><<set $haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair">><<endif>><<if $transformationProgress lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<endif>>\ \ Shaken, you try to formulate some kind of plan in your increasingly hazy mind. Desparate, you try to flee, but it's little more than a token effort of resistance, easily curbed by <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. She grabs you effortlessly with one arm, throws you on your bed, and holds you down. Dale looked rather restless, but has a huge, stupid smile on his face now. He's completedly naked already, having waited just for his moment, and his dick is already quite erect, entirely ready for you. He kneels over you and starts bringing his hips closer to your face. Your lips part on their own, unable to resist a @@.azure;cum dispenser@@ from this close up. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> can soon loosen her grip on your arms, almost without you noticing, when she sees you already bobbing your head on your own. As much as possible in your current position at least. By now all worries have left your pretty little head and you're just doing what you're @@.azure;meant to do@@. All happy and in familiar territory, Dale surprises you by making his first deposit in your @@.azure;sperm bank@@, coating your insides well and thoroughly white. Now comes the lovely afterglow, just lying there and feeling the heat spread all through your body, you feel warm and loved. Meanwhile, with you immobilised, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> and Dale are taking a rest too, the former just gazing at you, evidently delighted at the sight, the latter apparently helping himself to a glass of orange juice from your refridgerator. They're not finished with you. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Now, Dale is quite talented, but he's still human. Give him a couple minutes and he'll be right back with you, sweetie."@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Now, Dale is quite talented, but he's still human. Give him a couple minutes and he'll be right back with you, sweetie."@@<<endif>> And so he is. Apparently, he wants to give your mouth some time for recovery and so elects to try out your ass this time. He's still lubricated enough from the recent blowjob you gave him, so he enters pretty much right away. It feels glorious, and though your muscles are still quite unresponsive, your sphincter is tightening firmly around Dale's dick, all on its own. @@.azure;Your body is quite well-trained, discipline is everything. You should practice even more!@@ As the heavenly friction inside your anus increases in both strength and pleasure, Dale eventually finishes inside you, another huge load resting inside your other hole. @@.azure;You can't wait to see how many more you can fill!@@ It's true what <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> has said, he's talented. How he managed to create such a large load in so little time is beyond you. You're most grateful however, and even moreso after <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> plugs your rear end with a buttplug she brought, eliciting a @@.azure;delighted squeal@@ from you. The whole day continues on like this, your whole body like a sponge for Dale's @@.azure;meals@@, every viable orifice being probed and tested for use, and subsequently pumped full to the brim. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> is only too happy to assist, and you're only to happy to be used by the muscly fuckmachine she brought along. However, as the evening approaches, you get increasingly tired, and the pleasure you feel is actually more of a numbing sensation by then, your perception being dulled to extraordinary extent. Fortunately, both of them grow tired of the same old game they've been playing for hours now, and decide you had enough. Despite a sense of disappointment, your orifices will thank you that you didn't have enough energy to ask for even more. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> gives you a loving kiss on your cum-smeared butt cheek before she pulls your entrance door closed behind her. You're unable to wash up, to move, to merely <em>think</em>. You just [[fall asleep right on the spot.|Sixth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $quizLost = 1>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Ouch, that was so horribly wrong!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ exclaims. @@.red;"Now you can look forward to our punishment, and a little something extra!"@@ @@.red;"I already know what I'm going to do to your magnificent body... but you won't."@@ She smiles widely. @@.red;"Not until tomorrow you won't, I want you to squirm a little first. You don't play games with me, you@@ @@.azure;Whore@@@@.red;"@@, she whispers the last words right into your ear, and they make your knees go weak as you prepare yourself for [[the consequences of your defeat.|Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Marvelous, absolutely marvelous"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ delights in telling you. @@.orange;"It appears I've won and that means you will be punished twofold." "I already have a cunning plan on what you will endure, and I shall clue you in tomorrow, but until then you will squirm in fear, and focus on the@@ @@.azure;tasty pleasures@@ @@.orange;today will hold in store for you, my dear@@ @@.azure;cum-addicted sister@@@@.orange;"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ whispers the last words into your ear, and they make your knees go weak as you prepare yourself for [[the consequences of your defeat.|Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $quizWon = 1>>You can see it on <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s face; you're right. She confirms it a few seconds afterwards, unable to believe you actually remembered such a miniscule detail from months ago. So you celebrate. Inwardly, you don't want to provoke her into breaking your agreement. As you said, you're still at her mercy, and will be until the choker is finally off. Still, getting off so lightly, you can't help but celebrate your victory. The two of you talk about when she'll come visit you tomorrow, to see about that "final evaluation", as she calls it. You'd call it "the day I finally get rid of that cursed thing and regain my normal life after a series of horri"-- okay, point taken. Finally, both <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> and Dale take their leave, evidently disappointed, while you cheerfully spend the rest of the afternoon rearranging your furniture to its original layout and basically just coming off the adrenaline rush, you were really scared there for a minute. You're surprised how quickly the day goes by. But you survived! You're still yourself, after all that's happened. Sure, you didn't manage to stay <em>exactly</em> the same, but you're not even sure that was possible and you probably did as well as you could. Tomorrow is the day you get your freedom back. Your life. With such an outlook, [[falling asleep|Sixth Day Over - CUMSLUT]] is understandably easy.

<<if $addiction is 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<elseif $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Cammy">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Cummi">><<endif>>\ \ Even though you are asleep, you feel rather awake. Thoughts are coursing through your head constantly today, it's no wonder you're not just dropping dead to sleep like you hoped you would. Tomorrow... tomorrow is the day the choker comes off. But how much of you will come off with it? Is there even any of you left? <<if $cumslut is 1>>You've seen how @@.red;Bonnie@@ acts. Even after the choker was off, she complained about the effects lasting. So far, you looked forward to Sunday as the point where you would reclaim your life. But no matter how far along your transformation got, it probably won't be quite so simple.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>You've seen how @@.orange;Bridget@@ acts. She's taken off the choker, but she behaves like a total addict. Have you gone as far as she did? Is the same @@.azure;fate@@ awaiting you? You shudder to think... you've imagined Sunday to be the day you reclaim your life, when things go back to normal. It might not be that easy after all.<<endif>> Before you can ponder your situation further though, you suddenly see a familiar sight before you. The Office. Feelings of anger course through you, this whole ordeal cost you your job. And you still won't accept that it was your fault, no matter what <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> thinks. There he is. @@.robert;Robert@@. Right before you, just a few meters away. You brush your raven black hair out of your face once more, and start your determined trot in his direction. This time, you take extra care with your footing, until he faces you directly. <<if $addiction gte 5>>You don't say anything. He doesn't say anything. There's no need for words. You know your place in the world and you'll happily take it as your own. It's on your knees, in front of a strong man. It's your head, constantly bobbing. It's your tongue, caressing a good hard dick. Your rightful place. And it's yours to take <em>right now</em>. You drop down. You unbuckle his belt. You pull down his pants. You grab the shaft. You engulf it with your mouth. You know all this, but you don't think about it. This is what you do, this is what you know. This <em>is</em> you. In a scene rather familiar to you, @@.robert;Robert@@ ejaculates deep inside you, while various other employees already line up for their turn. @@.robert;Robert@@ says something while re-buckling his belt, but your ears only perceive your own moans right now, nothing else was meant for you. One by one, string by string your filled, plastered and adorned with more and more tasty cum, until it all eventually [[fades to black.|The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>You face him, broken up, still struggling with being unemployed and without income. Managing not to cry, your confrontation with him still leaves you sounding rather squeamish. @@.azure;"Why did you just fire me? Why didn't you do more to help me? What am I supposed to do now?"@@, you demand to know. @@.robert;"What do you expect, you're just a whore, aren't you? A man has to look out for himself, and a woman has to look out for her man. Or in your case, all men. Isn't that exactly what you wanted? What was your display here, if not a desperate plea for attention and cum?"@@ You know the answer to this, but you struggle to find it now. Through your condition, you've already dropped to your knees at his mention of those words, leaving you absolutely powerless. Surrendering to the choker, you free up the path to @@.robert;Robert@@'s cock and take it into your hand. @@.robert;Robert@@ is now brushing your hair out of your face, his hand caressing your neck, to make you realise that you aren't wearing the choker at all. You start hyperventilating and as he pushes his hips forward and your lips touch his dick, your vision flashes bright white and suddenly the scene [[vanishes entirely.|The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

Obediently, you follow the instructions received in the letter, @@.azure;like the good pet you are@@. Having arrived at the address, you notice it's a piercing parlour. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>... Well, if you're being honest, what did you expect, a free blowjob? Actually not that unlikely, although you'd probably not be at the receiving end. Anyway, it's time to make a decision. It doesn't look like this will affect your transformation at all. Maybe you could get a piercing, would you like one? It's your choice, you can back out any time you like. [[Enter the parlour.|Day 6 - The Piercing Parlour - CUMSLUT]] [[No, this smells fishy. Or maybe you just don't want a piercing. Doesn't matter, better get the hell out of here.|Day 6 - Back Home - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $visitedParlour = 1>>You enter the small building on the corner of a rather dead-looking street and see quite what you expect from a little piercing parlour. It looks a bit "lived in", but decidedly clean, it's just worn, the wood floor creaks quite a bit as you take careful steps inside. The creaking announces your presence to the apparent owner of the shop, who steps out of the back room to greet whoever entered. Towering before you is a very large man, not just tall, but also wide, with heavy shoulders and just as massive arms. His head is shaved, but he wears a very impressive brown beard, shaven only at the cheeks and hanging quite a distance from his chin. Despite his imposing stature, he gives you the most heartwarming smile you've ever seen as you enter. @@.gunther;"Ah, lovely lady, velcome to my humble shop!"@@, his cheery appearance is infectious, you feel more lively already. @@.gunther;"My name is GÃ¼nther, but calling me Gunther is fine too, you Americans seem to have a bit of trouble vith Umlauten."@@ You have no idea what he's talking about, but he's laughing so heartily and smacking you on the shoulder, that you can't help but join in. @@.gunther;"Vhy don't you take a seat and I vill fetch a few samples for you to look at, hm?"@@, he asks you, gesturing toward a chair that looks like he also applies the piercings with the clients lying down on it. @@.azure;"That thing won't have shackles closing around my wrists and legs and holding me in place so you can fuck me and put piercings on whichever body part you please, right?"@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ looks at you with great confusion, furrowing his brows. He seems a bit more businesslike when he finally replies. @@.gunther;"Vell, it's not like I did many experiments vith it, but I don't think there is a direct correlation between spontaneous rape and customer satisfaction, so that plan hadn't occurred to me yet."@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ delivers that line with a deadpan expression, but breaks out in laughter a few seconds afterwards. @@.gunther;"You are a silly woman, you know that?"@@, he shouts at you playfully from the back room. You can't help but giggle a bit, despite just having made a complete fool of yourself. Your laughter is half directed at @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s comment, and half at his oddly selective accent. He reappears soon, bringing a tablet of different studs, tiny metal ornaments and little jewels in metal settings. Beneath those, he also has some small photos to show how they would look in various places, like the navel, the ear, the nose or @@.azure;the tongue@@. After giving you some time to think, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees your thoughtful grimacing as you look at photo after photo, stud after stud, and tries to provide some insight. @@.gunther;"If you don't mind, I'm happy to give you some personal advice."@@ You nod. @@.gunther;"Vith lips as pretty as yours, maybe a tongue piercing vould be to your liking. Going by how forvard you are vith talking about sex, I hope you don't mind me telling you that it has advantages there as vell."@@ Well, I guess it comes down to your choice now. You can still back away, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ will probably understand, he seems so nice. Getting the piercing done would run you about $50. [[Get this piercing done.|Day 6 - Getting a Tongue Piercing - CUMSLUT]] [[Back out and head back home.|Day 6 - Back Home - CUMSLUT]]

No way, you won't indulge <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> any further. Best to keep it down to a minimum, your goal is preservation here. Even something as small as a piercing could have repercussions, you never know with her. Assuming there are no strings attached, a piercing could still hurt your chances in the job market, so no matter how devious her plans are, even the most basic and benevolent outcome of a visit to the parlour would likely hinder your everyday life after tomorrow. Then again, you could always just take it out... Anyway, it's just possibly dangerous in your current condition, so you try to calm down a little and just take this day off. Tomorrow is such a big day, you're way too excited than you can handle. So you try to rest a little, just lying down and leaving this day rather unproductive, [[falling asleep|Sixth Day Over - CUMSLUT]] at some point late in the evening.

<<set $tonguePiercing = 1>>@@.azure;"Yes. Please put one of those studs in my tongue"@@, you ask, @@.azure;beg@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@. @@.gunther;"Very vell, just lean back and relax. I vill prepare everything and explain vhat I do, vhen I do it."@@ He says. You try to follow his advice, just settling back into the chair and attempting to calm down, rather unsuccessfully. Quickly, you realise that this is less due to nervousness... @@.azure;but excitement@@. @@.gunther;"Okay, first I vill disinfect the spot, it might taste a little veird but you von't really feel anything else."@@ He says, then does so, and is right, it doesn't have a very pleasant taste, but nothing hurts yet. @@.gunther;"The next part vill be rather painful. First, I vill use this clamp to fixate the spot your stud vill go in."@@ He shows you a clamp, clean-looking and the arms end in little rings, the piercing can go right through those. The clamp now attached to your tongue, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ produces a needle. @@.gunther;"Now, I'll have to make the actual piercing vith this needle. This can hurt quite a lot, so better grab the chair if you're not used to pain. Try not moving around too much."@@ Damn, why did you decide to go for this, you're sca-- <strong>OW!</strong> You can't even finish your thoughts from the pain you're experiencing right now. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees you struggle and has a pained expression on his face, he feels for you. When did your tongue get so sensitive? Fortunately, it's over as quickly and surprisingly as it began, just leaving a dull throb in the aftermath. @@.gunther;"That looked like it hurt a lot, I'm very sorry but it's part of the procedure. I hope you vill like the end result, we're almost finished. Just have tooooo... fertig!"@@ He exclaims after you vaguely feel something metal inserted into your tongue again. @@.gunther;"I vill fetch a small mirror for you. If you allow my saying so, it looks very beautiful on you!"@@, he tells you in his familiar, infectiously merry demeanour that makes you forget about the throbbing in your mouth for a moment. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns with a small hand mirror and an even wider smile than before. You look into the handheld piece of reflecting glass and cautiously stretch your tongue out in front of it. When you first lay eyes on the metal stud probing out of the centre of your tongue, a shiver runs down your spine, in a good way. @@.azure;A delicious way.@@ It looks absolutely gorgeous on the @@.azure;new you@@ and you can't imagine ever taking it off again. @@.gunther;"I can tell by your face that you like it as much as me"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ takes you out of your reverie, hinting to you that your smile right now rivals his own. You can't deny that you're really happy with your choice, pay @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his kind and caring service and head home after thanking him profusely. <<set $cash -= 50>> You feel really good about today, but that throbbing won't subside. That doesn't bother you for too long, since you're so exhausted, you [[fall asleep right on the spot.|Sixth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $date = "Week 1, @@.azure;Sunday@@">>You wake with a start after that dream. Relieved to find that it has been just that, and not really happening, your very quick breathing starts to calm down slowly over the next minute.<<if $tonguePiercing is 1>> You pleasantly note that the throbbing in your mouth finally subsided. Your tongue feels as delicate and maneuverable as ever and the sensation of the stud embedded in it is indescribable. You lift your tongue a little, feeling how heavy the weight of that small iron piercing appears on an appendage like your tongue. The weight makes it feel quite high-quality. @@.azure;Just like your blowjobs!@@<<endif>> <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $shirt to "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra to "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear to "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. \ \ In addition, you put on some subtle, dark makeup.<<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]], with 4 inch red ankle boots adorning your feet. \ \ In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps.\ \ To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. \ \ To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>> Here it is. Sunday. Perhaps the most fateful day in your life yet. You don't even know what to think about, what to do. You just barely make it into the bathroom and to eat a few bites, but overall, you're way too tense for anything. You just want to wait for <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> to arrive and end this whole catastrophe. Do you want to [[look into the mirror|Appearance]] as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@ one last time? Or at least, you hope it'll be the last... Or just wait impatiently for that [[knock on the door|Day 7 - Bonnie Enters - CUMSLUT]], that seems like it will never come.

Luckily, it does and <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> subsequently moves past you in familiar fashion, taking in the view of your apartment once more. She leaves this silence hang between you for a painful amount of time, the suspense is killing you, and you're sure she knows it. Finally, she speaks up. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"You're probably waiting for me to say you can take the choker off? Or that I'll remove it now? Well, that won't happen for a bit longer"@@, your heart sinks all the way to your toes at hearing this. @@.red;"Don't look at me like that, there's still some things I have to know from you. The@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@ @@.red;choker will come off before midnight, I promise."@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Let's get to it, shall we?"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ asks you. @@.orange;"Your choker will stay around your neck for a bit longer."@@ Your heart sinks all the way to your toes at hearing this. @@.orange;"Oh don't be such a baby, it'll come off today, don't you know me to be a woman of my word?"@@<<endif>> At least that much you're getting. The choker <em>will</em> be out of your life before the day ends, that's the biggest worry off your mind. But it appears that her plans are still not quite at an end yet, what does she have in mind now... <<if $visitedParlour is 0 or $addiction gte 5>>[[You'll know in a second, as she speaks up again.|Day 7 - Piercing Proposition - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[You'll know in a second, as she speaks up again.|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

She tells you that there's something to take care off. You two take a cab, under the promise that she'll explain what's going on once you arrive. Finally, you do, and both of you step out, while you look where you are. <<if $visitedParlour is 1>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"You know this place already, don't you?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ wants to know. @@.red;"And@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ @@.red;too, I suppose?"@@ You nod. @@.red;"Well, today is going to be a bit different than your last visit, let's go in."@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"You know this place already, don't you?"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ wants to know. @@.orange;"And@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ @@.orange;too, I suppose?"@@ You nod. @@.orange;"Well, today is going to be a bit different than your last visit, let's go in."@@<<endif>> As she tells you that, she already moved to the door, holding it open for you to [[step through.|Day 7 - In the Piercing Parlour - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>You've never been here, but you quickly understand what the meaning of this is, your eyes finding a piercing parlour, not far away from you. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> is smiling deviously, and already stands at the entrance door, holding it open for you to [[step through.|Day 7 - In the Piercing Parlour - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"So there's a little modification that's still available to you"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ begins. @@.red;"I know a clinic around here. Very discrete, very safe, very clean. Suppose you rather liked your new lips, there are ways to enhance them... <em>permanently</em>."@@ Okay, it's very clear what she means.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Now, I'll make it to the point. Your@@ @@.azure;love pillows@@ @@.orange;are your capital, we agree on that much."@@ <<if $addiction gte 5>>@@.azure;You bet we do.@@<<else>>No you don't!<<endif>> @@.orange;"I know a very discreet and safe clinic around here that could help you 'invest' in them... <em>permanently</em>." Okay, it's very clear what she means.<<endif>> <<if $quizLost is 1>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Normally, at this point you would've had a choice. But remember that <em>you</em> wanted to play games instead of obeying me? Well, you know what's coming now. For my prize, I want you to get your lips juiced up fine, to announce to the world how much you@@ @@.azure;love serving cock@@@@.red;"@@, she commands, smiling widely.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Do you remember the way you humiliated me in front of Dale? Defying me and suggesting some imbecilic game instead of accepting your punishment? Well dear, now you're in for a punishment, yesterday was just the start. You will get nice, permanent implants for your lips and you will@@ @@.azure;love every second you get to carry them@@@@.orange;"@@, she commands, in an unusually vitriol-filled voice.<<endif>> It seems like you have no choice. You promised her that much, and now [[your lips will pay the price.|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - CUMSLUT]]\ \ <<else>>You ponder this for a while. Maybe you want this? It doesn't occur to you exactly what that craving is, but you know it's there. Some part of you wants to have permanent, thick @@.azure;love pillows@@. But "maybe" isn't an option here. You have to choose, <em>now</em>. <<if $addiction lt 7 or not settings.pussy>>The choice is up to you, fortunately. Do you get the lip implants? [[Yes, do it.|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - CUMSLUT]] [[No, refuse the implants, who knows what those are made of.|Day 7 - Surgery Spurned - CUMSLUT]]\ \ <<else>>Is she kidding? Of course you want to! @@.azure;Say yes, <em>right. now.</em> You'll love yourself for making that call every day of your life.@@ You can't resist. @@.azure;That's right.@@ [[Beg her to juice up your lips.|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>><<endif>>

Entering reveals a <<if $visitedParlour is 1>>familiar <<endif>>shop, quite worn out, but still clean. <<if $visitedParlour is 1>>From the back room, you hear the familiar giant's footsteps in reaction to your rather graceful movements. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ beams as brightly as ever at seeing you. @@.gunther;"Ah, it is good to see you again, lovely lady, vhat brings you to my fine shop today, hm?"@@ You look to <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> since, actually, you don't know what brings you to his fine shop today. <<if $tonguePiercing is 0>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Isn't it obvious? I thought you might want to reconsider. I'm quite sure it won't be the last time you're inside@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;'s shop--"@@ what's that supposed to mean? @@.red;"--but it might be the last chance at a tongue piercing."@@ Both of them look at you expecting an answer. [[Did you change your mind, and want to get a piercing now?|Day 7 - Piercing Pleasure - CUMSLUT]] or [[didn't you, and still politely refuse the offer?|Day 7 - Soul Stamp - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Isn't it obvious? I thought you might want to reconsider. I'm quite sure it won't be the last time you're inside@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.orange;'s shop--"@@ what's that supposed to mean? @@.orange;"--but it might be the last chance at a tongue piercing."@@ Both of them look at you expecting an answer. [[Did you change your mind, and want to get a piercing now?|Day 7 - Piercing Pleasure - CUMSLUT]] or [[didn't you, and still politely refuse the offer?|Day 7 - Soul Stamp - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>\ <<else>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Well, it's your first piercing, isn't it? I thought it would be prudent to have your tongue checked, to make sure everything's healed nicely"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ explains to you.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Well, it's your first piercing, isn't it? I thought it would be prudent to have your tongue checked, to make sure everything's nice and@@ @@.azure;ready@@@@.orange;"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ explains to you.<<endif>> That's surprisingly thoughtful of her, you think. It hadn't even occurred to you check up on the healing process of the tissue around the piercing. Of course you agree, slightly worried now that your constant thinking about the choker could've had adverse effects on your health. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ seems to do it expertly, looking very closely yet also finishing quite fast. @@.gunther;"I'm amazed by how quickly everything has healed. You are a very lucky girl! Your flesh must adapt very easily to changes, hm?"@@ You bet, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@... After he's finished your check-up, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> announces, that [[this is not the main reason she brought you here|Day 7 - Soul Stamp - CUMSLUT]], surprising exactly nobody.<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $visitedParlour is 0>>The creaking announces your presence to the apparent owner of the shop, who steps out of the back room to greet whoever entered. Towering before you is a very large man, not just tall, but also wide, with heavy shoulders and just as massive arms. His head is shaved, but he wears a very impressive brown beard, shaven only at the cheeks and hanging quite a distance from his chin. Despite his imposing stature, he gives you the most heartwarming smile you've ever seen as you enter. @@.gunther;"Ah, lovely ladies, velcome to my humble shop!"@@, his cheery appearance is infectious, you feel more lively already. @@.gunther;"My name is GÃ¼nther, but calling me Gunther is fine too, you Americans seem to have a bit of trouble vith Umlauten."@@ You have no idea what he's talking about, but he's laughing so heartily and smacking you on the shoulder, that you can't help but join in. @@.gunther;"Vhy don't you take a seat and I vill fetch a few samples for you to look at, hm?"@@, he asks you, gesturing toward a chair that looks like he also applies the piercings with the clients lying down on it. @@.azure;"That thing won't have shackles closing around my wrists and legs and holding me in place so you can fuck me and put piercings on whichever body part you please, right?"@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ looks at you with great confusion, furrowing his brows. He seems a bit more businesslike when he finally replies. @@.gunther;"Vell, it's not like I did many experiments vith it, but I don't think there is a direct correlation between spontaneous rape and customer satisfaction, so that plan hadn't occurred to me yet."@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ delivers that line with a deadpan expression, but breaks out in laughter a few seconds afterwards. @@.gunther;"You are a silly woman, you know that?"@@, he shouts at you playfully from the back room. You can't help but giggle a bit, despite just having made a complete fool of yourself. Your laughter is half directed at @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s comment, and half at his oddly selective accent. He reappears soon, bringing a tablet of different studs, tiny metal ornaments and little jewels in metal settings. Beneath those, he also has some small photos to show how they would look in various places, like the navel, the ear, the nose or @@.azure;the tongue@@. After giving you some time to think, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees your thoughtful grimacing as you look at photo after photo, stud after stud, and tries to provide some insight. @@.gunther;"If you don't mind, I'm happy to give you some personal advice."@@ You nod. @@.gunther;"Vith lips as pretty as yours, maybe a tongue piercing vould be to your liking. Going by how forvard you are vith talking about sex, I hope you don't mind me telling you that it has advantages there as vell."@@ Well, I guess it comes down to your choice now. You can still back away, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ will probably understand, he seems so nice. Getting the piercing done would run you about $50. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Go ahead, make your own choice. There are no strings attached here, I promise, neither punishments nor reward. That doesn't mean I don't have a preference, of course."@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ smirks.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Go ahead, make your own choice. There are no strings attached here, I promise, neither punishments nor reward. That doesn't mean I don't have a preference, of course."@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ smirks.<<endif>> [[Get the tongue stud.|Day 7 - Piercing Pleasure - CUMSLUT]] [[Don't get the tongue stud.|Day 7 - Soul Stamp - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<if $addiction lt 5>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Well, it's good that you made your choice. As I said, there would be no strings attached either way. That means we're finished here at the salon though. Thanks a lot,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;!"@@, she shouts over to the muscly man, who nods and smiles at her as [[the two of you leave.|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"So you made your choice, congratulations"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ tells you in an unnecessarily cynical tone. @@.orange;"I promised that there wouldn't be any unforeseen repercussions awaiting you independent of your choice, and that remains true. That means our business at the salon has concluded. Thank you kindly,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.orange;."@@ The large man smiles and bids the two of you farewell, [[as you both leave.|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>><<else>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"So..."@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ starts and breathes out audibly, @@.red;"remember what I told you about letting yourself go too much?"@@, she wants to know, shooting you an accusing look. @@.red;"I'm not recalling the exact wording, but I'm pretty sure it was something along the lines of 'don't do it, unless you want to get addicted to semen permanently'. Guess what, I've got a pretty good picture of how you carried yourself this past week. You probably know what I'm going to tell you."@@ You're trembling a little at where this is going. @@.red;Bonnie@@ notices. @@.red;"Aww, don't be scared."@@ She smiles. You doubt it's a compassionate gesture. @@.red;"This isn't news to you. You've felt it haven't you?"@@ N-no? @@.red;"It's not going to change, this feeling. It's just going to stay, that's all."@@ You're not finding this overly comforting. @@.red;"So here's what we are going to do. And let me remind you, this is happening because of what <em>you</em> did. In any other scenario, you would have walked out of this parlour without this whole episode taking place."@@ All your fault? Right, starting with you putting that choker around your own neck! It seems @@.red;Bonnie@@ is suffering from selective memory. Or perhaps has a little Anton Chigurh streak in her life. Anyway, let's get on with this. @@.red;"You'll get a tattoo. Now that in itself isn't all that special, is it? Then again, wearing jewelry around your neck isn't either, under ordinary circumstances. But since we're operating in rather extraordinary realms, let me elaborate." "You're not getting normal ink. No, instead I've asked my friends at the corporation for something special. Similar stuff to the choker apparently, just in liquid form. Put that under your skin and it'll apply its effects permanently. Only problem is, since it had to be liquefied, it's not quite as strong. What that means is, one of these tattoos is useless to actually advance a transformation in somebody, however it is perfect to avoid it regressing." "Put simply, no matter how long your choker is off, no matter how much you control yourself from now on, no matter how much you try to deny it...@@ @@.azure;<em>You're a cumslut for life!</em>@@@@.red;"@@, it hits you like a train. @@.red;"Isn't that great? You've been such a magnificent@@ @@.azure;whore@@ @@.red;that your body will expect you to remain one. Who knows, maybe one day you'll be physically addicted to sperm! The sky's the limit, honey."@@ She's enjoying this so much, it increases your pain tenfold. You've given in so readily, you couldn't even contain your impulses for one week. Now you'll reap what you've sown over the past seven days. There's no way out of this, @@.red;Bonnie@@ is way too alert to make any attempt to escape, and besides, how would you get the choker off then? It'd leave you in an identically compromising situation. @@.red;"However, as always, I'm a woman of the people. That's why I'm kind enough to let you choose what you want to get tattooed. I believe a tramp stamp would be the most fitting, don't you? It's going to ingrain perfected Cumsluttery right into your soul, so... more like a Soul Stamp?"@@ She laughs at this. You don't. @@.red;"Decision time. Your six choices are: [[Blowjob Queen|Day 7 - Blowjob Queen - CUMSLUT]] [[Cum Guzzler|Day 7 - Cum Guzzler - CUMSLUT]] [[Sperm Gourmet|Day 7 - Sperm Gourmet - CUMSLUT]] [[Throatfuck Trollop|Day 7 - Throatfuck Trollop - CUMSLUT]] or [[Princess Oral|Day 7 - Princess Oral - CUMSLUT]] [[Sloppy Slut|Day 7 - Sloppy Slut - CUMSLUT]]"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I have to say, your progress this week has been quite extraordinary"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ opens. @@.orange;"I am legitimately impressed. I cannot say with certainty that I would have committed myself that diligently to my calling if I were in your shoes. Actually, I was, just a while ago, and yes, I actually can say with certainty, that you far eclipsed my degradation back then"@@, she muses in front of you. @@.orange;"I also believe that I warned that this might have severe consequences for your long-term personality. Let's cut this short: You've reached that point."@@ You start to tremble slightly as she says this. @@.orange;"Oh my, please stop acting like this is surprising or frightening to you. Be honest, how much depravity did you commit in just seven days? How much more did you think would've been necessary to become committed? And how do you think you'll feel any different now? Let me assure you, your feelings are going to remain exactly as they were this morning. I don't recall you standing before me a quivering mess earlier." "So let me explain what still awaits you in this salon. A tattoo."@@ She pauses shortly, but you give no reaction. It's certainly not the most terrifying she's said to you within the last five minutes. @@.orange;"As you can imagine, it won't be any ordinary tattoo. I went to extraordinary lengths to make this happen for you, so I hope you'll appreciate my effort." "The key is the remarkable sort of ink I procured from my very special source. It appears it is made of the same material as the choker. However, liquefaction has taken its toll; it's quite a bit less potent than the choker is. In practical application, that means the ink would be ill-equipped to advance a subject's transformation. It is however perfectly suited to sustain already achieved transformatory progress indefinitely." "To put it simply, no matter how long your choker is off, no matter how much you control yourself from now on, no matter how much you try to deny it...@@ @@.azure;<em>You're a cumslut for life!</em>@@@@.orange;"@@ You're stunned. Surely, she's joking? @@.orange;"Isn't that just marvelous? A few months from now, you won't even <em>think</em> about where to get your@@ @@.azure;meals@@@@.orange;, you'll probably do it unconsciously, like you're getting boring lunch nowadays, having an organised acquisition system in place. It hasn't even begun yet and I'm already so proud!"@@ You've given in so readily, you couldn't even contain your impulses for one week. Now you'll reap what you've sown over the past seven days. There's no way out of this, @@.orange;Bridget@@ is way too alert to make any attempt to escape, and besides, how would you get the choker off then? It'd leave you in an identically compromising situation. @@.orange;"There is one choice involved in the procedure however. That is the precise title you will earn today. I have prepared a few options and you'll get to choose one in just a second. Their position was already determined by me; you'll have it placed on your lower back. A less graceful person than myself might call it a 'tramp stamp', but seeing as it imprints the@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@ @@.orange;into your soul... Soul Stamp seems much more appropriate, don't you think?"@@ You don't. @@.orange;Bridget@@ chuckles regardless. @@.orange;"Now, to the choice you have to make. Pick one of these six options: [[Blowjob Queen|Day 7 - Blowjob Queen - CUMSLUT]] [[Cum Guzzler|Day 7 - Cum Guzzler - CUMSLUT]] [[Sperm Gourmet|Day 7 - Sperm Gourmet - CUMSLUT]] [[Throatfuck Trollop|Day 7 - Throatfuck Trollop - CUMSLUT]] [[Princess Oral|Day 7 - Princess Oral - CUMSLUT]] [[Sloppy Slut|Day 7 - Sloppy Slut - CUMSLUT]]"@@<<endif>><<endif>>

<<set $tonguePiercing = 1>>@@.azure;"Yes. Please put one of those studs in my tongue"@@, you ask, @@.azure;beg@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@. @@.gunther;"Very vell, just lean back and relax. I vill prepare everything and explain vhat I do, vhen I do it."@@ He says. You try to follow his advice, just settling back into the chair and attempting to calm down, rather unsuccessfully. Quickly, you realise that this is less due to nervousness... @@.azure;but excitement@@. @@.gunther;"Okay, first I vill disinfect the spot, it might taste a little veird but you von't really feel anything else."@@ He says, then does so, and is right, it doesn't have a very pleasant taste, but nothing hurts yet. @@.gunther;"The next part vill be rather painful. First, I vill use this clamp to fixate the spot your stud vill go in."@@ He shows you a clamp, clean-looking and the arms end in little rings, the piercing can go right through those. The clamp now attached to your tongue, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ produces a needle. @@.gunther;"Now, I'll have to make the actual piercing vith this needle. This can hurt quite a lot, so better grab the chair if you're not used to pain. Try not moving around too much."@@ Damn, why did you decide to go for this, you're sca-- <strong>OW!</strong> You can't even finish your thoughts from the pain you're experiencing right now. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees you struggle and has a pained expression on his face, he feels for you. When did your tongue get so sensitive? Fortunately, it's over as quickly and surprisingly as it began, just leaving a dull throb in the aftermath. @@.gunther;"That looked like it hurt a lot, I'm very sorry but it's part of the procedure. I hope you vill like the end result, we're almost finished. Just have tooooo... fertig!"@@ He exclaims after you vaguely feel something metal inserted into your tongue again. @@.gunther;"I vill fetch a small mirror for you. If you allow my saying so, it looks very beautiful on you!"@@, he tells you in his familiar, infectiously merry demeanour that makes you forget about the throbbing in your mouth for a moment. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns with a small hand mirror and an even wider smile than before. You look into the handheld piece of reflecting glass and cautiously stretch your tongue out in front of it. When you first lay eyes on the metal stud probing out of the centre of your tongue, a shiver runs down your spine, in a good way. @@.azure;A delicious way.@@ It looks absolutely gorgeous on the @@.azure;new you@@ and you can't imagine ever taking it off again. @@.gunther;"I can tell by your face that you like it as much as me"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ takes you out of your reverie, hinting to you that your smile right now rivals his own. You can't deny that you're really happy with your choice, pay @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his kind and caring service, thanking him profusely. <<set $cash -= 50>> <<if $addiction lt 5>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> smiles at you, evidently happy with your choice. The two of you [[head out|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]], where she reveals more to you.<<else>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> smiles at you, evidently happy with your choice. But she also explains that [[you aren't finished at the salon quite yet.|Day 7 - Soul Stamp - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $lipImplant = 1>>So you step into the clinic, ready to get your new implants. <<if $addiction gte 5>>Hurry up, hurry up... you're getting restless now.<<endif>> A petite, gorgeous doctor approaches you. Her looks are definitely <em>enhanced</em> though, very obviously so. It probably makes sense, just like tattoo artists having tattoos. @@.azure;Maybe you should ask her for an assistant's job, or better yet, a secretary's. There might even be an employee discount!@@ The beautiful blonde approaches you. @@.purple;"Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Astrid. I run this clinic and@@ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> @@.purple;here has already explained your preferences to me. If you are nervous at all, I can hopefully alleviate your worries by saying the procedure is very simple and will likely take an hour at most."@@ That does indeed calm you down a little. @@.purple;"Now, up until recently"@@, she goes on, @@.purple;"it was advised not to permanently enhance lips. Injected substances would dissolve after about a year and the procedure would have to be repeated then, which of course creates unnecessary additional costs, but the health concerns were justified."@@ She directs you over to a seat in one of the patient rooms, and straps you in, explaining that you simply shouldn't move around too much during the operation. This time, you don't feel quite as calm. @@.purple;"Interestingly enough, your companion here made a rather curious donation. A compound like I've never seen before. We studied it a while, and think it could make a terrific addition to the field of plastic surgery. Of course, this is all highly unofficial, but given our excessive and thorough testing, I can assure you nothing will go wrong, you'll love the result!"@@ "Unofficial". "Curious". "Nothing will go wrong". You know why you've been strapped in right away. They're injecting you with something now though, and you already feel like the straps will be wholly unnecessary just shortly thereafter. @@.purple;"Aaaaand, there she goes..."@@, are the last, very unprofessional, words that you hear before [[drifting into sleep.|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender 2 - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Very well. I said you had a choice, and I'll keep my word"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ tells you. @@.red;"Today will be quite simple then"@@, as she says that, you can hear the disappointment in her voice. That can only be a good thing for you!<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"How sad. I told you that the choice would be your to make and I won't break that promise"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ tells you. @@.orange;"However, I need to express my disappointment, this means today will be quite uneventful, I fear."@@ Never before has somebody's disappointment filled you with so much relief.<<endif>> <<if $addiction gte 6 and settings.early>>[[''There's something else, though...''|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery - CUMSLUT]] she announces ominously, your heart sinking all the way to your feet.\ \ <<else>><<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>[[''Let's go on,''|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[''Let's go on,''|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> she tells you.\ \ <<endif>>

You feel yourself slowly arising out of sleep... That's right, you were ane... ani... anaesthetised. Looks like you flattered yourself a little too much, maybe stick to "drugged" next time you're barely awakening from heavy medication. Mentally debating interior monologue linguistics for only a few seconds more, you start focussing on what you can hear, your sight still being rather blurry. @@.purple;"...and don't worry, it's well-connected to the tissue around it. Nobody is going to get that implant out without serious invasive surgery."@@ You've just had surgery, and they're talking about more surgery already? <em>Doctors</em>... @@.purple;"It appears our guest is ready to join us in reality again"@@, you hear @@.purple;Astrid@@ joke. @@.purple;"Well-rested, sweetness?"@@, she asks you. You're not sure if she's mocking you or trying to be funny and cheerful. @@.purple;"There shouldn't be any problems with the healing process, maybe put an ice pack or two on your lips for the day and you should feel just marvelous tomorrow. I'll fetch a mirror so you can see the final result."@@ So at least recovery time seems to be reasonable. What was it she said right when you were coming up about tissue though? You better ask, and do so before she can even bring up the mirror in front of you. @@.azure;"-at did you say a-out tissue and in-as-uh surgery?"@@ Ouch, you cringe at that line. You can barely move or touch your lips! Gonna need some ice packs alright... @@.purple;Astrid@@'s porcelain white skin turns fire truck red at that question. @@.purple;"I... uuh... that's just medical mumbo jumbo, don't worry your pretty little head about it, it looks fantastic!"@@ Don't worry about it? Now you're worried. @@.purple;"How about that language though?"@@, she laughs, trying to deflect. @@.purple;"You definitely shouldn't strain your mouth too much today, cool it, as I said, and you will be fine tomorrow, I promise you."@@ She's deflecting suspiciously, you think you may have made a mistake here. @@.azure;Or perhaps it was the best decision of your life@@, your brain tells you, as @@.purple;Astrid@@ raises the mirror in front of you and your lips aren't just lips anymore. They are such plump, succulent, inviting adornments to your face that you would only expect to see on a beauty goddess. Full and contoured, yet decidedly natural-looking and classy. Well, the latter is probably dependent on actions more than looks, you know? @@.azure;No, I didn't understand it, I'd like a visual demonstration~@@ Whatever your concerns and whatever your brain tries to suggest to you, you can't deny that your new lips look stunning on you @@.azure;and you can't wait to try them out@@. Goddamn, that's enough now! You just thank @@.purple;Astrid@@ for her services and decide that it would be a good idea to keep an eye on her, should you ever encounter her again. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> smiles at you, <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>even wider than she did after your piercing was in place, <<endif>>more than pleased about the choice you made, you'd bet. \ \ <<if $addiction gte 6 and settings.early>>[[''There's something else, though...''|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery - CUMSLUT]] she suddenly announces, your heart sinking all the way to your feet.\ \ <<else>>She leads you to the exit, and reassuringly tells you what a @@.azure;good girl@@ you've been. And @@.azure;good girls@@ are allowed to \ <<if $cumslutTattoo is 0>>[[return home after a stressful day.|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]\ <<elseif $cumslutTattoo is 1>>[[return home after a stressful day.|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]\ <<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

So the two of you make your way home. Uncertainty nagging at you, you were unable to really sit still or relax in the cab, it's simply too unsettling, thinking of all the possible tricks that may still await you today, as if what you've been through already wasn't enough. Your relaxation technique from the parlour already met its match. <<if $cumslut is 1>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.red;"You've been through a lot today. You probably hate me right now."@@ She's got that right. @@.red;"But I hope you can see that this is still a lesson to you. A harsh one, to be sure, but what do you think could have happened to <em>me</em>? Did you think about that at all?"@@ You keep quiet. @@.red;"Right."@@ A long pause, silent and uncomfortable. @@.red;"So you're waiting to get your choker off, probably since the moment I've stepped through this door the first time today. Come here."@@ You respond, hesitantly, to her command. Approaching her, your heart beats so much faster, you just want this thing off you. She motions for you to turn around, and you do. As you hear the *click*ing sound, followed by the relief of pressure around your throat, [[your heart stops beating for a whole minute, it feels like.|Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]]\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.orange;Bridget@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.orange;"So, you've jumped through all of my hoops, like the@@ @@.azure;good, obedient pet@@ @@.orange;you are. And now we're back here, suspense rising. My original little plan didn't work of course, for some reason your cum didn't sate my hunger at all, last time I tried... Now you probably want to know when the choker comes off?"@@ You just look at her, glare at her, to give her a sense of the magnitude this day holds for you. Embarrassment has been doled out aplenty, now it's time for her to come through with her promise, and to end this charade. @@.orange;"I told you I'd take it off, and I will. Come here"@@, she beckons you over. Approaching her, your heart beats so much faster, you just want this thing off you. She motions for you to turn around, and you do. As you hear the *click*ing sound, followed by the relief of pressure around your throat, [[your heart then stops beating for a whole minute, it feels like.|Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

So the two of you make your way home. Uncertainty nagging at you, you were unable to really sit still or relax in the cab, it's simply too unsettling, thinking of all the possible tricks that may still await you today, as if what you've been through already wasn't enough. Your relaxation technique from the parlour already met its match. <<if $cumslut is 1>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.red;"You've been through a lot today. You probably hate me right now."@@ She's got that right. @@.red;"But I hope you can see that this is still a lesson to you. A harsh one, to be sure, but what do you think could have happened to <em>me</em>? Did you think about that at all?"@@ You keep quiet. @@.red;"Right."@@ A long pause, silent and uncomfortable. @@.red;"So you're waiting to get your choker off, probably since the moment I've stepped through this door the first time today. Come here."@@ You respond, hesitantly, to her command. Approaching her, your heart beats so much faster, you just want this thing off you. She motions for you to turn around, and you do. As you hear the *click*ing sound, followed by the relief of pressure around your throat, [[your heart stops beating for a whole minute, it feels like.|Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.orange;Bridget@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.orange;"So, you've gotten thoroughly and utterly painted today, but not with cum for a change!"@@ Lovely. @@.orange;"And now we're back here, suspense rising. My original little plan didn't work of course, for some reason your cum didn't sate my hunger at all, last time I tried... Now you probably want to know when the choker comes off?"@@ You just look at her, glare at her, to give her a sense of the magnitude this day holds for you. Embarrassment has been doled out aplenty, now it's time for her to come through with her promise, and to end this charade. @@.orange;"I told you I'd take it off, and I will. Come here"@@, she beckons you over. Approaching her, your heart beats so much faster, you just want this thing off you. She motions for you to turn around, and you do. As you hear the *click*ing sound, followed by the relief of pressure around your throat, [[your heart then stops beating for a whole minute, it feels like.|Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Blowjob Queen@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"A title that exudes confidence. I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"What a proud, confident choice.@@ @@.azure;<em>The Queen of Blowjobs.</em>@@ @@.orange;Marvelous, I can see your true colours shining through here."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly.<<if $cumslut is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.orange;Bridget@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.orange;"Actually, I'll get one too. Same place, same size.@@ @@.azure;'Sperm Gourmet'@@ @@.orange; for me, please."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. @@.orange;Bridget@@ must be quite affected by the choker herself... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $cumslut is 2>> @@.orange;Bridget@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $cumslut is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.orange;Bridget@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your regal title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far.<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.orange;"That concludes our business at the salon. I feel more connected to you already. However, I still have one more proposition to offer, after that, we return to your apartment, no agendas left"@@, she tells you, a hint of a smile adorning her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Cum Guzzler@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"How raunchy, you naughty girl... I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"What a devious title, I can see your true colours shining through here. An excellent choice, my dear."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly.<<if $cumslut is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.orange;Bridget@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.orange;"Actually, I'll get one too. Same place, same size.@@ @@.azure;'Sperm Gourmet'@@ @@.orange; for me, please."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. @@.orange;Bridget@@ must be quite affected by the choker herself... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $cumslut is 2>> @@.orange;Bridget@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $cumslut is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.orange;Bridget@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your naughty name@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far.<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.orange;"That concludes our business at the salon. I feel more connected to you already. However, I still have one more proposition to offer, after that, we return to your apartment, no agendas left"@@, she tells you, a hint of a smile adorning her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Sperm Gourmet@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Ooh, noble aspirations, hmm? Fantastic, really" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"What a delectable title, I can see your true colours shining through here. Intriguing indeed..."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval actually made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly.<<if $cumslut is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.orange;Bridget@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.orange;"Actually, I'll get one too. Exactly the same, please, I can't resist."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. @@.orange;Bridget@@ must be quite affected by the choker herself... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $cumslut is 2>> @@.orange;Bridget@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $cumslut is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.orange;Bridget@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your new professional title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far. Your tattoos, identical, right next to each other... You want to scream.<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her excited stupor, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.orange;"That concludes our business at the salon. I guess this makes us Soul Sisters now!"@@ She is evidently exhilirated. You aren't, although a delightful shiver runs through your body at the prospect of this sisterhood... you want to move on, fast. @@.orange;"However, I still have one more proposition to offer, after that, we return to your apartment, no agendas left"@@, she tells you, a hint of a smile adorning her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $cumslutStats = 2>><<set $cumslutChoker = 0>>The reason for that is simple, it's because you feel exactly the same. Your throat is evidently clear of the choker, yet the hunger is still tied around your stomach. Well, one thing <em>is</em> different. You're acutely aware of your condition now, in ways you weren't before. You're aware that your name shouldn't be @@.azure;Cummi@@. @@.azure;Oh, but it should...@@ You're aware you're not dressing the way you nomally would. You're wearing makeup. You're licking your lips every so often. You're wondering @@.azure;how much meat you can stuff in between your fuckpillows@@. You start to panic internally, and that doesn't go unnoticed. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"I told you the feelings would remain exactly the same"@@, she says, reading you perfectly.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I told you the feelings would remain exactly the same"@@, she says, reading you perfectly.<<endif>> You can't believe this is happening. Strictly following the goal, "just stay focused until Sunday, simply sit it out", apparently wasn't enough. You couldn't do it. Knees trembling, you move over to your bed, sitting down on it, until even that isn't enough, and you just lie back for a minute. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> takes a seat on the other side of your double bed. Thoughts are racing through your head, but they're incoherent, mere symptoms of your sheer panic. You need something to relax you, something simple would do. So you just sit up, flip your hair over your shoulder -- it's gotten quite long, hasn't it? -- and just start stroking it. Surprisingly, that actually goes a long way, your heart beat is slowing with every stroke of your @@.azure;gorgeous@@ mane. It's a ridiculously girly posture, but that's the least of your problems at the moment. Especially so when [[you feel a familiar pressure on your throat, followed by a threatening *click*.|Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $bimboStats = 1>><<set $bimboChoker = 1>><<set $nameColour = 1>>Right after that clicking sound, you feel odd. It's subtle, but the best way to describe it would be a veil descending upon your brain, enveloping it completely, but without touching it. This can't be good. All you manage is a gasp, you're absolutely stunned. At a loss for words, you run to the nearest mirror, quickly noticing that you are now a @@.pink;BIMBO@@, it would seem. Your knees almost give out below you, so you quickly sit down before addressing the problem. @@.pink;"Why? Why did you do this?"@@, your voice is quivering beyond recognition, and your @@.pink;juicy love pillows@@ don't help you making a case. @@.pink;"I went through errything you asked -e to do. I e-en got a tattoo that -akes -e -er-anently addicted to se-en! What else do you want?!"@@ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Oh look here, playing the victim now, are we? Do I need to go through everything again? How I had to fear for my personality remaining intact? You should know what that feels like. I've been through both, and believe me, I had more than a week or two. Perhaps not consecutively, but regardless, you should work on that self-centered attitude. You're starting to piss me off, and I don't think you want that..."@@, she finishes, before rummaging through her things. You have it in your mind to flee right now, you'll never escape her crazy plans otherwise! Just as you take a first hasty step, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@'s voice from behind. @@.red;"You will lie down on the bed, you little@@ @@.pink;whore@@@@.red;."@@ Momentarily, your body freezes up, turns on its heels, and speaks up in a robotic voice. @@.pink;"Yes, Mistress."@@ Ow! It forced you to bounce your lips together while speaking. Following the pain is a pleasurable tingle though... a little like when you touch your nether regions?! Completely out of control, your body just moves over to the bed, lying down, and awaiting what will happen next. @@.red;Bonnie@@ used the choker like that for the first time, you'd hoped this kind of thing wouldn't be possible. You're at her mercy now, more than you ever were before. The thought... gives you a <<if $penis is 1>>massive erection<<else>>tiny orgasm<<endif>>, and a tingle in your rear? What is this about now? Before you can find an answer to that question, @@.red;Bonnie@@ rises before you, [[a gigantic rubber cock protruding from her pelvis|Day 7 - Bonnie Bimbofies, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]], making your sphincter twitch and sweat in anticipation.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Well, my original plan evidently didn't work. I wanted you as sustenance for my condition, but something prevented it from working. What exactly it is, I can't say, but it definitely made me reconsider my strategy. Maybe I could just erode you so much that you'd be the perfect honeypot, attracting men from everywhere, making my daily life so much easier."@@ You can't believe what you're hearing, you're absolutely terrified. There's no way you can get out of this. It's impossible to play by her rules and still leave unaffected. Hell, you've already been altered so much... and it will only get worse. You have to get out of here. Barely having taken your first step, a voice from behind you chastises your plan before you even started. @@.orange;"No, I'm afraid I can't allow that. You will lie down on the bed and wait for me,@@ @@.pink;my obedient little pet@@@@.orange;."@@ Momentarily, your body freezes up, turns on its heels, and speaks up in a robotic voice. @@.pink;"Yes, Mistress."@@ Ow! It forced you to bounce your lips together while speaking. Following the pain is a pleasurable tingle though... a little like when you touch your nether regions?! Completely out of control, your body just moves over to the bed, lying down, and awaiting what will happen next. @@.orange;Bridget@@ used the choker like that for the first time, you'd hoped this kind of thing wouldn't be possible. You're at her mercy now, more than you ever were before. The thought... gives you a <<if $penis is 1>>massive erection<<else>>tiny orgasm<<endif>>, and a tingle in your rear? What is this about now? Before you can find an answer to that question, @@.orange;Bridget@@ rises before you, [[a gigantic rubber cock protruding from her pelvis|Day 7 - Bonnie Bimbofies, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]], making your sphincter twitch and sweat in anticipation.<<endif>>

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"This is going to be so much fun"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ chuckles. @@.red;"And what was your little escape all about? Think this through. Let's say you make it out of the door, what then? You're gonna keep wearing that choker for all eternity? That's not going to leave you any better than indulging me for a bit. Besides, I can talk to you through the choker, remember? If you really did skip town, you can count on me being mad, and on you finding yourself wrapped around many delicious rods at my order."@@ Even if your body was under your command right now, you'd be frozen in shock at that scenario. @@.red;"You should remember that I'm giving you fair chances too. I haven't told you to wear the choker indefinitely. Another week will suffice entirely. Of course, you have no guarantee that I won't place another choker around your neck, but my motivation certainly dies with next Sunday. You'll have had about as much exposure to the choker as I did, to the same kinds of chokers I wore. The lesson finishes. So you have something to look forward to, next Sunday will be another fateful moment in your life. Maybe restrain yourself this time around, or you'll get another tattoo. But right now..."@@, she liberally squirts lube on her huge strap-on, @@.red;"<em>go wild!</em>"@@ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Hmmm, I'm going to enjoy this so much"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ chuckles. @@.orange;"Your cute escape attempt... what were you thinking? Let's imagine, however unlikely it is, that you actually reach the door. What's your next step? Content yourself with living as a@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@ @@.orange;forever? I think I'm much kinder than that. And I hope you haven't forgotten that I'm able to contact you through the choker. If I felt like you need a good@@ @@.azure;feeding@@ @@.orange;or a@@ @@.pink;bumpy ride@@@@.orange;, you'd have it momentarily."@@ Even if your body was under your command right now, you'd be frozen in shock at that scenario. @@.orange;"In comparison to that, servitude to me seems much more liberal, don't you agree?"@@ You're not sure you do. @@.orange;"I've made my intentions clear, laid them bare, but I'll remind you that you'll always stand a fair chance. I will intervene only if I feel you did me a great injustice, or behaved outrageously in another manner. Next Sunday, this choker, too, will come off, so maybe you should apply yourself a bit more this week, if you want to avoid getting another tattoo. But for now..."@@, she liberally squirts lube on her huge strap-on, @@.orange;"<em>go wild!</em>"@@<<endif>> Instinctively, your legs part, making you look so deliciously @@.pink;slutty@@, before you pull down your underwear and free up access to your already quite lubricated @@.pink;<<if $penis is 1>>boy<<else>>rear <<endif>>pussy@@.<<if $penis is 0>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"We'll leave your new tool for somebody else to deflower. I want to feel your ass another time," Bonnie@@ announces.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Your new blossoming flower... It is a beautiful temptation, but I'll leave you the honour of getting deflowered by a real cock. For now, I'll make do with your tight rear," Bridget@@ announces.<<endif>><<endif>> Shivers run up and down your spine relentlessly at the submissive display you're putting on, and they turn into fiery explosions as <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> [[pushes past your sphincter.|Day 7 - Bonnie Deflowering, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Oh, and on the topic of the tattoo. Concentrate on your stomach for a bit, will you?"@@ Not having much choice in the matter, you do. Weird, that grumbling is gone. Your hunger has completely subsided. And the word itself doesn't resonate in your head either. A glimmer of hope wells up inside of you, painting a smile on your face. @@.red;Bonnie@@ notices, and responds with a smile of her own<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Oh, and on the topic of the tattoo. Concentrate on your stomach for a bit, will you?"@@ Not having much choice in the matter, you do. Weird, that grumbling is gone. Your hunger has completely subsided. And the word itself doesn't resonate in your head either. A glimmer of hope wells up inside of you, painting a smile on your face. @@.orange;Bridget@@ notices, and responds with a smile of her own<<endif>>, all while continuously thrusting into you. And the grin that found its way to your expression is cementing itself now. It is at this point that you conclude you have lost. Even if <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> let go of you now, even if she let you turn around on your back so you can push her off you with your legs, you know you couldn't. You know this, because you just now came to realise that, some 5 or 10 thrusts ago, the friction of the dildo against the walls of your asshole started being anything but painful. To the contrary, you're starting to feel like you've been drugged. You're positively high right now. High on @@.pink;COCK@@. The otherworldly satisfaction you derive from getting railed is not the only thing helping you reach this conclusion, it's also the fact that you seem to drift in and out of consciousness constantly. The sensations you feel are distinctly different from what you've experienced with the other choker though. You're not just in a sex trance and taking in the pleasure, there's more to it. The moans you've started to shout through your apartment start rising in pitch, but the most noticeable change is happening in your skull. You can't quite put your finger on it, but you feel like your thoughts are trudging through a swamp, slow and awkward, or maybe like moving through a @@.pink;fog@@. @@.pink;Fog@@... that word echoes in your mind. Focussing more, you feel that the veil that entered your head just moments ago has been cut up into tiny particles, that are indeed clouding your skull, much like a @@.pink;fog@@. By now, it has taken on a deep shade of pink, and seems to grow denser and denser. What's going on here? You can't seem to find an answer, your tongue starting to sneak out of your mouth, your moans increasing in volume, and your thoughts coming to a standstill. It's over. [[But the fun just started.|Day 7 - Coming Back Up, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>>The pleasure reaches a point where more and more control of your body is lost. While you've been immobile for some time, tranced out on the cock penetrating you utterly and thoroughly right now, your eyes have started to steadily roll back further and further into your head, until your sense of sight is almost completely removed. Your lewd moans of ecstasy one of the few sensations left to you, they only serve to intensify the pleasure and the immersion you feel in the moment. But even that is taken from you just a short while later, when you finally pass out like the @@.pink;fuckbunny@@ you are. <hr> When you finally come to, it happens very slowly. Progressively, your senses return to you, your eyesight first informing you that <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> has already made herself look presentable again, her makeup and hair re-arranged, the strap-on no longer around her hips. As more sensations creeps back into your body, you notice two puddles soaking your body. One is focused on your face, which is plastered by a dumb, @@.pink;cute@@ smile, accented by your tongue hanging out and drooling on the pillow you're resting on. The other is centered around your groin, you're sad to say. Did your @@.pink;little clitty@@ really make you ejaculate from... getting @@.pink;your pussy ravaged by a hard cock@@? The thought makes shivers run down your spine, the good kind, admittedly. But while your physical senses return to you, you notice your mind is still quite disheveled. You find that the fog hasn't left you together with the @@.pink;lovely dick@@, it appears it's taken residence in your skull permanently. Great, another entity whose approval you'll have to wish for. Then, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> [[speaks up.|Day 7 - Bonnie's Aftermath - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Looking at your@@ @@.pink;bimbo@@ @@.red;face is absolutely hilarious, how do you like it? Quite a lot, by the looks of it. Oh, the memories. Fortunately, those are far in the past, and I'm not going to rekindle those feelings."@@ You'd certainly hope to prove her wrong one day, but right now you just want to get @@.pink;fucked nice and hard@@. @@.red;"Just to give you a sense of the scope and the rules this time around, things will have a familiar ring to them. In 7 days, we'll meet up again, Sunday, just like this week, to see how much you've enjoyed this adventure of yours. I've got my own theories of how it'll play out, of course." "Your choker and its transformation are probably evident to you now, both by my comments and your current condition. But just to be clear, if you let yourself get railed so hard that you're starting to see stars, you're in a bad place. Or a good one, judging by your performance just now, and last week's."@@ The grin on her face is huge, almost as large as your unmoving one. @@.red;"I think that's all there is to know. Any questions?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"How does it feel to get@@ @@.pink;fucked silly@@@@.orange;, my little@@ @@.pink;ditzy dolly?@@@@.orange;"@@, she asks you sarcastically. @@.orange;"Looking at your face, I'm almost jealous... but I have my own vice, and its one I've grown quite fond of."@@ She licks over her lips. @@.orange;"I suppose it would only be fair to introduce you to the ground rules here somewhat. You have another 7 days to work through, I'll review your progress with you on Sunday, just the same as this week. So this part of the process you should already be familiar with. Regarding the choker and the transformation, you should have caught on, you're a veteran after all. Getting fucked until you're drooling silly will cause your transformation to advance, so avoid that. Or don't, I wouldn't put it past you after last week's performance."@@ She sneers at you, satisfied. @@.orange;"I think that covers all the basics. Any inquiries?"@@<<endif>> At this, you simply follow up with another one of your catchy, @@.pink;dumb dolly@@ smiles, much to <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s amusement. You hear your apartment door fall into its lock, moments after she positioned a mirror next to the bed you're resting on, reminiscent of last week's encounter with her. [[You look in, not having much choice.|Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT]]

You are <<if $nameColour is 0>>@@.cyan;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;$firstname $lastname@@<<endif>>. \ \ You are $heightdesc[$height] tall, \ \ and have $hairlengthdesc[$transformationProgress] $haircolour. <<if $asianProgress is 1>>You've gotten a slight tan somewhere.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your skin has taken on a tan.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your skin is healthily tanned.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your skin is alluringly tan.<<elseif $asianProgress gte 5>>Your skin is @@.gold;exotically@@ tan, making your complexion look<<if $thaiName is 1>> South<<endif>> East Asian.<<endif>> <<if $gyaru is 1>>At least that was before your gyaru transformation. Now your skin is <em>thoroughly</em> tanned, and in a noticeably fake tone. It almost gleams, and there is no doubt about the conclusions people are drawing from it as soon as they lay eyes on you. @@.gold;Just the way you like it.@@<<endif>> You have $bodydesc[$transformationProgress], \ \ and <<print $chestdesc[Math.trunc($chest)]>><<if $chestImplant is 1>>, brought close to perfection by the special, @@.pink;splendid@@ silicone implants. They make your tits feel less squishy in some areas, defy gravity with their posture, and increase your sensitivity greatly, somehow<<endif>>. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>In addition, two metal studs adorn your nipples, further increasing your sensitivity, and ensuring to have heads turned your way. @@.pink;Good...@@<<endif>> \ \ <<print $assdesc[Math.trunc($ass)]>> <<if $assImplant is 1>>Your cheeks have been enhanced by the wondrous implants the corporation sponsored. Cellulite will never be an issue for you, and your buns are two geometrically perfect globes; so perfect that they just have to be fake.<<endif>> <<if $navelPiercing is 1>>Your belly button is adorned by a gorgeous purple gem in a silver setting, pierced and locked in place inside your "innie" navel.<<endif>> You have $handsdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $fingernails isnot "">> $fingernails<<endif>> and \ \ $feetdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $toenails isnot "">> $toenails<<endif>>. <<if $naked is 0>>You are currently wearing $shirt, with $bra underneath. Below you've donned $bottomwear and $underwear underneath. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$penisdesc[$transformationProgress]<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice, hidden behind your underwear<<endif>>. Your feet are adorned by $shoes. \ \ <<elseif $naked is 1>>You are currently completely naked. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$nakedpenisdesc[$transformationProgress].<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice.<<endif>><<endif>> Your $facedesc[$transformationProgress] has $makeupModifier $makeup on it.<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> Don't be deceived though; there are no cosmetics on your face. It's all due to the wonders of @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s "adaptive cosmetics" that your face looks like it does. You'll have beautiful-looking pseudo-makeup on you for the rest of your life. @@.pink;How useful!@@<<endif>><<if $plasticface is 1>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you decided to let @@.astrid;Astrid@@ modify your face even further into femininity. Not only do you look like a woman, you wear a perpetual look of seduction, with arched eyebrows, pouty lips, and a supermodel jawline. Fucking. Worth. It.\ <<elseif $plasticface is 2>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you @@.pink;begged@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ to intensely alter your face. You look like sex incarnate. Your eye lids seem to rest most comfortable when half-closed, your lips naturally pout without looking fake<<if $plasticlips is 1>>, though your later decision to pump them full of collagen remedied that problem<<endif>>, and the corners of your mouth inch up almost imperceptibly in a mysterious, inviting smile. You aren't just a woman. You are <em>the</em> woman.<<endif>> \ \ Your eyes are $eyes<<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1 or $glassesused5 is 1 or $glassesused6 is 1>>, though currently hidden behind trashy, huge sunglasses<<endif>> and your lips are <<print $lipsdesc[Math.trunc($lips)]>>. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You have @@.azure;juiced up@@ your lips permanently, begging the world to use them.<<endif>> <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>If you stick out your tongue, you can see a round, heavy, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ stud embedded in the middle of it.<<endif>> <<if $asianProgress is 1>>Your eyes seem to have slimmed down a little.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your eyes have definitely slanted a bit.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your eyes have slowly taken on an almond shape, looking like they'd fit on an Asian girl already.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your eyes are unmistakably Asian now, almond-shaped @@.gold;and alluring@@.<<elseif $asianProgress is 5>>Your eyes have completely taken on a form that would only be seen on an Asian @@.gold;street walker@@, almond-shaped, tempting, @@.gold;and hot as fuck@@.<<endif>> <<if $bimboChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;BIMBO@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $cumslutChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $asianChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as an @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@.<<endif>><<if $asianChoker is 2>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, but you haven't had a chance to read it yet.<<endif>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.fetish;FETISH SLUT@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fashionChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;FASHION QUEEN@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fucktoyChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;PLASTIC FUCKTOY@@.<<endif>> You are absolutely shocked by your current appearance. But what's more, you're absolutely desperate of course, crushed by the continuation of this ordeal. All you want is to <<if $penis is 1>>[[get some sleep|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[get some sleep|Week 2, Day 1 - Pussy Preparation - BIMBO]]<<endif>>, even though your mind is racing.

<<set $cumslutStats = 2>><<set $cumslutChoker = 0>>The reason for this is, that you feel nearly the same. There's still that gurgling activity in your stomach, begging for more. Your facial expression screams despair, and it doesn't go unnoticed. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Didn't I mention that things wouldn't just go back to normal right away? Perhaps I haven't, so I'm telling you now. I can see that you're confused and frightened, but there's no reason to." "I experienced the very same thing when I underwent those changes and then took the choker off. My time under its influence was limited, and so were the repercussions, but it was still clearly noticeable, the twisting and turning inside of me. It ebbs down with time, I feel rather clear-headed and well-nourished now, independent of my blowjob quota."@@\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Oh please, are we starting with this again? Didn't I reveal that your body won't just revert to normal in a manner of seconds when something this powerful affected it for the first time in the decades your life now spans?"@@ In fact, she did not. @@.orange;"Well, now I have, so refrain from pulling those faces." "To clarify and to put this behind me, those effects you feel are not permanent. If you're being honest, instead of hysterical, you'll notice that it already subsided by a certain degree."@@ Now that she mention it, yeah, it's true, actually. @@.orange;"Expect to wait a while longer, most likely a few months, and you won't feel any of the effects anymore."@@<<endif>> Hearing this relieves you a great deal. Immediately, you drop on the bed like the weight that dropped off your shoulders, your heart beat normalising after you processed this piece of news. For now, you just content yourself with sitting on the edge of your bed, celebrating that you actually fought the choker. You did it! You'll be able to return to normal once you've dealt with... her. Just getting her to leave and then thinking about where to start over and you should be fine. However your celebrations are cut short when you [[feel a familiar pressure on your throat|Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]], followed by a *click*ing sound that echoes through every fiber in your body.

<<set $bimboStats = 1>><<set $bimboChoker = 1>><<set $nameColour = 1>>Right after that clicking sound, you feel odd. It's subtle, but the best way to describe it would be a veil descending upon your brain, enveloping it completely, but without touching it. This can't be good. All you manage is a gasp, you're absolutely stunned. At a loss for words, you run to the nearest mirror, quickly confirming that you are now a @@.pink;BIMBO@@, it would seem. Your knees almost give out below you, so you quickly sit down before addressing the problem. <<if $lipImplant is 0>>@@.pink;"Why? Why did you do this?"@@, your voice is quivering beyond recognition, and it sounds a bit higher-pitched too? @@.pink;"I jumped through every hoop you threw at me! I did just as you said, made my choices, and now you're putting me through this again? I don't understand, give me a reason!"@@ Your voice is definitely a @@.pink;ditzy@@ girl's now, there's no doubt about it.<<else>>@@.pink;"Why? Why did you do this?"@@, your voice is quivering beyond recognition, and your @@.pink;juicy love pillows@@ don't help you making a case. @@.pink;"I went through errything you asked -e to do. I did just as you said, -ade -y choices, and you're -utting -e through this again? I don't understand, what do you ex-ect -e to do?"@@<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Oh look here, playing the victim now, are we? Do I need to go through everything again? How I had to fear for my personality remaining intact? You should know what that feels like. I've been through both, and believe me, I had more than a week or two. Perhaps not consecutively, but regardless, you should work on that self-centered attitude. You're starting to piss me off, and I don't think you want that..."@@, she finishes, before rummaging through her things. You have it in your mind to flee right now, you'll never escape her crazy plans otherwise! Just as you take a first hasty step, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@'s voice from behind. @@.red;"You will lie down on the bed, you little@@ @@.pink;whore@@@@.red;."@@ Momentarily, your body freezes up, turns on its heels, and speaks up in a robotic voice. @@.pink;"Yes, Mistress."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1>>Ow! It forced you to bounce your lips together while speaking. Following the pain is a pleasurable tingle though... a little like when you touch your nether regions?!<<endif>> Completely out of control, your body just moves over to the bed, lying down, and awaiting what will happen next. @@.red;Bonnie@@ used the choker like that for the first time, you'd hoped this kind of thing wouldn't be possible. You're at her mercy now, more than you ever were before. The thought... gives you a massive erection, and a tingle in your rear? What is this about now? Before you can find an answer to that question, @@.red;Bonnie@@ rises before you, [[a gigantic rubber cock protruding from her pelvis|Day 7 - Bonnie Bimbofies, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]], making your sphincter twitch and sweat in anticipation.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Well, my original plan evidently didn't work. I wanted you as sustenance for my condition, but something prevented it from working. What exactly it is, I can't say, but it definitely made me reconsider my strategy. Maybe I could just erode you so much that you'd be the perfect honeypot, attracting men from everywhere, making my daily life so much easier."@@ You can't believe what you're hearing, you're absolutely terrified. There's no way you can get out of this. It's impossible to play by her rules and still leave unaffected. Hell, you've already been altered so much... and it will only get worse. You have to get out of here. Barely having taken your first step, a voice from behind you chastises your plan before you even started. @@.orange;"No, I'm afraid I can't allow that. You will lie down on the bed and wait for me,@@ @@.pink;my obedient little pet@@@@.orange;."@@ Momentarily, your body freezes up, turns on its heels, and speaks up in a robotic voice. @@.pink;"Yes, Mistress."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1>>Ow! It forced you to bounce your lips together while speaking. Following the pain is a pleasurable tingle though... a little like when you touch your nether regions?!<<endif>> Completely out of control, your body just moves over to the bed, lying down, and awaiting what will happen next. @@.orange;Bridget@@ used the choker like that for the first time, you'd hoped this kind of thing wouldn't be possible. You're at her mercy now, more than you ever were before. The thought... gives you a massive erection, and a tingle in your rear? What is this about now? Before you can find an answer to that question, @@.orange;Bridget@@ rises before you, [[a gigantic rubber cock protruding from her pelvis|Day 7 - Bonnie Bimbofies, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]], making your sphincter twitch and sweat in anticipation.<<endif>>

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"This is going to be so much fun"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ chuckles. @@.red;"And what was your little escape all about? Think this through. Let's say you make it out of the door, what then? You're gonna keep wearing that choker for all eternity? That's not going to leave you any better than indulging me for a bit. Besides, I can talk to you through the choker, remember? If you really did skip town, you can count on me being mad, and on you finding yourself wrapped around many delicious rods at my order."@@ Even if your body was under your command right now, you'd be frozen in shock at that scenario. @@.red;"You should remember that I'm giving you fair chances too. I haven't told you to wear the choker indefinitely. Another week will suffice entirely. Of course, you have no guarantee that I won't place another choker around your neck, but my motivation certainly dies with next Sunday. You'll have had about as much exposure to the choker as I did, to the same kinds of chokers I wore. The lesson finishes. So you have something to look forward to, next Sunday will be another fateful moment in your life. You've done a decent job restraining yourself this week, but now..."@@, she liberally squirts lube on her huge strap-on, @@.red;"<em>go wild!</em>"@@\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Hmmm, I'm going to enjoy this so much"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ chuckles. @@.orange;"Your cute escape attempt... what were you thinking? Let's imagine, however unlikely it is, that you actually reach the door. What's your next step? Content yourself with living as a@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@ @@.orange;forever? I think I'm much kinder than that. And I hope you haven't forgotten that I'm able to contact you through the choker. If I felt like you need a good@@ @@.azure;feeding@@ @@.orange;or a@@ @@.pink;bumpy ride@@@@.orange;, you'd have it momentarily."@@ Even if your body was under your command right now, you'd be frozen in shock at that scenario. @@.orange;"In comparison to that, servitude to me seems much more liberal, don't you agree?"@@ You're not sure you do. @@.orange;"I've made my intentions clear, laid them bare, but I'll remind you that you'll always stand a fair chance. I will intervene only if I feel you did me a great injustice, or behaved outrageously in another manner. Next Sunday, this choker, too, will come off, so maybe you should take this week's restraint for inspiration. But for now..."@@, she liberally squirts lube on her huge strap-on, @@.orange;"<em>go wild!</em>"@@<<endif>> Instinctively, your legs part, making you look so deliciously @@.pink;slutty@@, before you pull down your underwear and free up access to your already quite lubricated @@.pink;boypussy@@. Shivers run up and down your spine relentlessly at the submissive display you're putting on, and they turn into fiery explosions as <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> [[pushes past your sphincter.|Day 7 - Bonnie Deflowering, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Oh, by the way, concentrate on your stomach for a bit, will you?"@@ Not having much choice in the matter, you do. Weird, that grumbling is gone. Your hunger has completely subsided. And the word itself doesn't resonate in your head either. A glimmer of hope wells up inside of you, painting a smile on your face. @@.red;Bonnie@@ notices, and responds with a smile of her own<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Oh, by the way, concentrate on your stomach for a bit, will you?"@@ Not having much choice in the matter, you do. Weird, that grumbling is gone. Your hunger has completely subsided. And the word itself doesn't resonate in your head either. A glimmer of hope wells up inside of you, painting a smile on your face. @@.orange;Bridget@@ notices, and responds with a smile of her own<<endif>>, all while continuously thrusting into you. And the grin that found its way to your expression is cementing itself now. It is at this point that you conclude you have lost. Even if <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> let go of you now, even if she let you turn around on your back so you can push her off you with your legs, you know you couldn't. You know this, because you just now came to realise that, some 5 or 10 thrusts ago, the friction of the dildo against the walls of your asshole started being anything but painful. To the contrary, you're starting to feel like you've been drugged. You're positively high right now. High on @@.pink;COCK@@. The otherworldly satisfaction you derive from getting railed is not the only thing helping you reach this conclusion, it's also the fact that you seem to drift in and out of consciousness constantly. The sensations you feel are distinctly different from what you've experienced with the other choker though. You're not just in a sex trance and taking in the pleasure, there's more to it. The moans you've started to shout through your apartment start rising in pitch, but the most noticeable change is happening in your skull. You can't quite put your finger on it, but you feel like your thoughts are trudging through a swamp, slow and awkward, or maybe like moving through a @@.pink;fog@@. @@.pink;Fog@@... that word echoes in your mind. Focussing more, you feel that the veil that entered your head just moments ago has been cut up into tiny particles, that are indeed clouding your skull, much like a @@.pink;fog@@. By now, it has taken on a deep shade of pink, and seems to grow denser and denser. What's going on here? You can't seem to find an answer, your tongue starting to sneak out of your mouth, your moans increasing in volume, and your thoughts coming to a standstill. It's over. [[But the fun just started.|Day 7 - Coming Back Up, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>>The pleasure reaches a point where more and more control of your body is lost. While you've been immobile for some time, tranced out on the cock penetrating you utterly and thoroughly right now, your eyes have started to steadily roll back further and further into your head, until your sense of sight is almost completely removed. Your lewd moans of ecstasy one of the few sensations left to you, they only serve to intensify the pleasure and the immersion you feel in the moment. But even that is taken from you just a short while later, when you finally pass out like the @@.pink;fuckbunny@@ you are. <hr> When you finally come to, it happens very slowly. Progressively, your senses return to you, your eyesight first informing you that <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> has already made herself look presentable again, her makeup and hair re-arranged, the strap-on no longer around her hips. As more sensations creeps back into your body, you notice two puddles soaking your body. One is focused on your face, which is plastered by a dumb, @@.pink;cute@@ smile, accented by your tongue hanging out and drooling on the pillow you're resting on. The other is centered around your groin, you're sad to say. Did you really cum from... getting @@.pink;your ass ravaged by a rock hard cock@@? The thought makes shivers run down your spine, the good kind, admittedly. But while your physical senses return to you, you notice your mind is still quite disheveled. You find that the fog hasn't left you together with the @@.pink;lovely dick@@, it appears it's taken residence in your skull permanently. Great, another entity whose approval you'll have to wish for. Then, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> [[speaks up.|Day 7 - Bonnie's Aftermath, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Looking at your@@ @@.pink;bimbo@@ @@.red;face is absolutely hilarious, how do you like it? Quite a lot, by the looks of it. Oh, the memories. Fortunately, those are far in the past, and I'm not going to rekindle those feelings."@@ You'd certainly hope to prove her wrong one day, but right now you just want to get @@.pink;fucked nice and hard@@. @@.red;"Just to give you a sense of the scope and the rules this time around, things will have a familiar ring to them. In 7 days, we'll meet up again, Sunday, just like this week, to see how much you've enjoyed this adventure of yours. I've got my own theories of how it'll play out, of course." "Your choker and its transformation are probably evident to you now, both by my comments and your current condition. But just to be clear, if you let yourself get railed so hard that you're starting to see stars, you're in a bad place. Or a good one, judging by your performance just now."@@ The grin on her face is huge, almost as large as your unmoving one. @@.red;"I think that's all there is to know. Any questions?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"How does it feel to get@@ @@.pink;fucked silly@@@@.orange;, my little@@ @@.pink;ditzy dolly?@@@@.orange;"@@, she asks you sarcastically. @@.orange;"Looking at your face, I'm almost jealous... but I have my own vice, and it's one I've grown quite fond of."@@ She licks over her lips. @@.orange;"I suppose it would only be fair to introduce you to the ground rules here somewhat. You have another 7 days to work through, I'll review your progress with you on Sunday, just the same as this week. So this part of the process you should already be familiar with. Regarding the choker and the transformation, you should have caught on, you're a veteran after all. Getting fucked until you're drooling silly will cause your transformation to advance, so avoid that. Or don't, I wouldn't put it past you after your performance just now."@@ She sneers at you, satisfied. @@.orange;"I think that covers all the basics. Any inquiries?"@@<<endif>> At this, you simply follow up with another one of your catchy, @@.pink;dumb dolly@@ smiles, much to <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s amusement. You hear your apartment door fall into its lock, moments after she positioned a mirror next to the bed you're resting on, reminiscent of last week's encounter with her. [[You look in, not having much choice.|Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT]]

No! It's just the current end of content, you fool. GOT YOU. What a @@.pink;bimbo@@ you are... Thanks again to everybody who makes it this far, I hope people actually get to this screen, lol. I may have rushed it a bit toward the end, so reporting bugs may be quite important! Chances are there are plenty of them, I didn't test as much as I maybe should have, but I hope none of you mind being my guinea pigs here :) (sounds pretty hot if you ask me) Feedback is everything, so please be sure to drop a comment. While mere mentions of thanks are very welcome, constructive criticism, and specific likes/dislikes are appreciated even more! One thing that has been weighing on my mind constantly since I started writing this was BALANCE. This is something that I have a really difficult time getting a grasp on, because I know what all the choices and options are, and how they affect addiction levels, but not necessarily how they play out <strike><small>because I always end up a gigantic whore</small></strike>. Point two, clothing. I think my system is kind of dumb (no way!), with the way it is set up to lock you out of more conservative-sounding options, because as other people pointed it in some reviews/posts, they don't actually serve you any better or worse (which is intentional). So, secondly, I'd like to hear your opinions on what the clothing system should become instead. Should I simply unlock all options (except if you refused to pick up your outfit, in that case you'll keep wearing it, you @@.pink;horny slut@@!) for the player, to freely switch every day, should I think about removing the choice entirely, seeing as how it has no bearing on "gameplay" (except for the provocative dresses, which would remain in the game)? Maybe make clothing static? I.e. if you are becoming more slutty, you subconsciously pick sluttier clothing, but the protag does it without asking you? As you can see, there are plenty of options, and there may be many more ideas! This would be one I'd probably open up to a poll as well, once I've heard some general suggestions, I want to make sure I'm not forgetting one very obvious solution, so I'm not making a poll right away. And bugfixing takes priority anyhow. I think that's it for my way too long end of content message, so I'll sign off with the usual. Hope your genitals liked it!

Knocking on the same library door as yesterday, you immediately catch the attention of @@.lucas;Lucas@@, who seemed to be delving into some book. Upon seeing you, he rejoices, cherishing your company greatly. <<if $bimboAllin3 is 1 and $brainDrain lt 5>>You're not so sure you feel the same way...<<elseif $bimboAllin3 is 1 and $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;And so do you...@@-- No, you don't!<<endif>> @@.lucas;"It's good to see you again, because we still have unfinished business left over."@@ <<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>They seemed to finish well and thoroughly yesterday, actually. <<endif>> @@.lucas;"There's more about the choker that I couldn't tell you yet, there's only so much time in one day, and I have my private affairs to take care of, naturally. But before we proceed, there's something we have to take care of first."@@ <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>This horny old man, Jesus Christ.<<else>>@@.pink;Oh, goody!@@<<endif>> @@.lucas;"I need to know right now if you trust me. It sounds cheesy, but it is quite important, both for me to understand how you see me, and what state you're currently in. That's why I'm asking, straight up. Do you trust me, or don't you?"@@ You're kind of weirded out. He explained it, but you still can't grasp why this would be important at all. <<if $mentalStrain gte 5>>If that was the biggest concern for you, things would probably be fine, but your head is <em>pounding</em>. [[Ask Lucas whether he knows how to help.|Day 4 - Lucas Sex - BIMBO]]<<else>> [[Tell him that you trust him.|Day 4 - Lucas Trust - BIMBO]] <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>[[Tell him that you cannot trust him completely.|Day 4 - Lucas Doubt - BIMBO]]<<endif>><<endif>>

@@.lucas;"You may not like it, but you know full well what will help with that."@@ Yes, you do. @@.lucas;"Alright, we'll do it like yesterday, all careful and gentle, but I won't stop you prematurely. Guess I'll have to cum inside for once..."@@ What is he on about now? Doesn't matter, he's right. If you want to hope to clear your head, that's the way it goes. Through the rear. So you prepare yourself, pulling down your underwear and freeing up access to your @@.pink;cute@@ butt. Looking back at @@.lucas;Lucas@@ one last time, he nods at you, signalling that he's ready. In response, you bend over, plainly, in the middle of the room, touching the floor to keep from falling over. Behind you, things get going, the friction in your rectum slowly increasing, your mind staying completely calm and concentrated. That's a weight off your shoulders, it works back there just the same! This could be tremendous help for the future. But for now, it's about the present advantages, so you try to still gain some pleasure from this, without taking it too far, to ensure your mind will be better off for it. It is a few minutes into the act, that the door to the library is thrown wide open. Through them steps a woman you'd estimate to be in her late thirties, with a pointed chin, fixed expression and elaborate clothing. Surrounding her is a dominating aura of confidence, moreso than you ever felt. Intimidation would be a more adequate description. @@.desiree;"@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.desiree;! It has been too long, my dear"@@, she greets while approaching the two of you. @@.desiree;"Still as spirited as I remember you, taking advantage of such a young thing."@@ Being degraded to an object isn't aiding your current situation, you hope she just made a passing comment. @@.desiree;"A remarkably pretty little slut, I have to say"@@, she tells you, going down on one knee to face you directly. Make it stop. @@.pink;"Th-thank you"@@, you reply, shaken. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ hasn't said one word, nor moved an inch since this lady arrived, did he freeze stiff back there? @@.desiree;"How courteous too, you look like you're hardly literate, if you pardon my saying so."@@ You're still able to hold out, but just so. If she didn't talk so much, she could probably hear you clenching your teeth. @@.desiree;"Well, I'm not exactly receiving a warm welcome here, is that how you treat an old friend?"@@, she asks @@.lucas;Lucas@@, who's remaining mute. @@.desiree;"Might as well take care of my own entertainment, this bitch has a tongue, may as well put it to good use."@@ As she says that, she pulls down her fancy skirt and undergarments. You're stuck, impaled on @@.lucas;Lucas'@@ dick and thus she presses your face forcefully into her @@.pink;delicious@@ pussy, [[propelling you to new heights.|Day 4 - Desiree wants it too - BIMBO]]

<<set $lucasTrust = 1>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>>You can't bring yourself not to trust him, he's such a nice guy! <<endif>>@@.pink;"I have few options here. Let me be honest, I have no other connection, no other thread to follow. My investigation and my escape plan stands and falls with your cooperation. But it's more than that. What you've told me already... I am grateful, I really am, even if it might not seem that way. It's just that I need more. This isn't enough to end my curse and I can't stop halfway through. You've shown your intentions<<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>, sometimes rather aggressively, which I don't appreciate,<<endif>> and working with you seems like a step I'd want to take, even if I didn't have to. Yes, I trust you."@@ You try to be as convincing as possible, maybe it'll help. @@.lucas;"Good, that means we got that out of the way. So, you need to know a few more things about the choker... Well, I suppose there's one other thing I can tell you, which you already know, at least part of it. The choker is dangerous."@@ <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;Dangerously fun! *teehee*<<else>>No shit.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"And when I say that, I mean you have no idea how dangerous. Once you exhaust everything you have, given everything you could give to it, it's imprinted on your brain, permanently. That doesn't mean you won't be able to get rid of your personality quirks. Even if you go as crazy as you conceivably could, two years from now, you might feel normal again. Sure, the physical modifications won't turn themselves back, but even with an oversexed body, you could have a normal life. If that doesn't work for you, and you have to resort to extreme measures, you could get breast reductions and similar operations, but those are specifics. What I'm trying to say is, your mind will stay intact, if you let it. Except for one thing. That is, the choker itself. As I said, the choker will imprint itself on your brain, and it will not leave. If anybody asks you about the choker directly, you'll be forced to tell the truth. Say you have a boyfriend, in that otherwise normal, hypothetical life as a female. Somebody who knows you right now gives him a hint in regards to this whole ordeal. He asks you what's up with that choker he heard about. You tell him 'it was a very special choker, it transformed my body and my mind to become a bimbo whore', and you'll have no choice in opening your mouth or not. He dismisses it, laughing, but decides to play along, asking you where it is and if you would wear it for him. The choker calls out to you, you simply reply 'Yes, Master' and off you are, fetching the choker, no matter where you are, to bring it to him, so he can close it around your neck. And once again you're enslaved to it. That's what makes it so dangerous. Try to survive until your deadline. Don't give in too much. After it's done, you escape. You run as far as you can, flee the country, flee the continent. No distance will save you from how the choker works, but if you really do crumble and it manages to permanently force itself inside your brain, you better take care not to get too much attention drawn towards you, so that you still have places left to run to. Do you understand?"@@ You swallow, <strong>heavily</strong>. You nod, half-consciously. You don't know what to say. You don't know if you've got anything to say. You don't know if there <em>is</em> anything to say. @@.lucas;"Well, I suppose I wouldn't know what to say if I heard this for the first time either. Perhaps it's best if we conclude our talks and [[you return tomorrow.|Fourth Day Over - BIMBO]]"@@

<<set $lucasDoubt = 1>>@@.pink;"I don't mean to offend, but how could I?<<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>> Especially with how you treated me yesterday!<<endif>> Sincerely, I appreciate your efforts, but how could I know you're not in on this from the beginning? Maybe you're just another goon, trying to get something out of this, at my expense. Sorry, but no, I'll ask you for as much information as you'll give me, and then I'm out of here. Of course, I don't have any other leads as of now, but what else can I do? I won't swear fealty to somebody I don't know."@@ @@.lucas;"Very, very good. And don't worry, it doesn't have to be quite as dramatic. I was looking to find out what kind of person you are, and perhaps how far your transformation has progressed. I apologise if you felt pressured at all. A distanced, professional business relationship is exactly how I want to keep things between us."@@ <<if $bimboSex3 is 1 or $bimboAllin3 is 1>>That sounded very different yesterday...<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Good, that means we got that out of the way. So, you need to know a few more things about the choker... Well, I suppose there's one other thing I can tell you, which you already know, at least part of it. The choker is dangerous."@@ No shit. @@.lucas;"And when I say that, I mean you have no idea how dangerous. Once you exhaust everything you have, given everything you could give to it, it's imprinted on your brain, permanently. That doesn't mean you won't be able to get rid of your personality quirks. Even if you go as crazy as you conceivably could, two years from now, you might feel normal again. Sure, the physical modifications won't turn themselves back, but even with an oversexed body, you could have a normal life. If that doesn't work for you, and you have to resort to extreme measures, you could get breast reductions and similar operations, but those are specifics. What I'm trying to say is, your mind will stay intact, if you let it. Except for one thing. That is, the choker itself. As I said, the choker will imprint itself on your brain, and it will not leave. If anybody asks you about the choker directly, you'll be forced to tell the truth. Say you have a boyfriend, in that otherwise normal, hypothetical life as a female. Somebody who knows you right now gives him a hint in regards to this whole ordeal. He asks you what's up with that choker he heard about. You tell him 'it was a very special choker, it transformed my body and my mind to become a bimbo whore', and you'll have no choice in opening your mouth or not. He dismisses it, laughing, but decides to play along, asking you where it is and if you would wear it for him. The choker calls out to you, you simply reply 'Yes, Master' and off you are, fetching the choker, no matter where you are, to bring it to him, so he can close it around your neck. And once again you're enslaved to it. That's what makes it so dangerous. Try to survive until your deadline. Don't give in too much. After it's done, you escape. You run as far as you can, flee the country, flee the continent. No distance will save you from how the choker works, but if you really do crumble and it manages to permanently force itself inside your brain, you better take care not to get too much attention drawn towards you, so that you still have places left to run to. Do you understand?"@@ You swallow, <strong>heavily</strong>. You nod, half-consciously. You don't know what to say. You don't know if you've got anything to say. You don't know if there <em>is</em> anything to say. @@.lucas;"Well, I suppose I wouldn't know what to say if I heard this for the first time either. Perhaps it's best if we conclude our talks and [[you return tomorrow.|Fourth Day Over - BIMBO]]"@@

<<if $brainDrain gte 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Kari">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Kandi">><<endif>>You come home after another day of revelations. What will await you tomorrow? <<if $bimboName is 0 and $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $bimboName = 1>> According to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> however, you realise you've already lost. If she's right, you've already decided your fate, happily choosing, of your own volition, to permanently become a @@.pink;BIMBO@@ after just two days. Surprisingly, the thought doesn't terrify you. Maybe that's the point. You lose your grasp on your identity without even noticing. Trying to recapture what has happened, you just try the simplest thing. Your name. @@.pink;"Heyaaaaaa, I'm $firstname $lastname, I'm like super duper excited to meet you! *giggle*"@@. So everything's still normal. That thought relieves you, a lot. Perhaps you should check yourself out [[in the mirror|Appearance]], just for @@.pink;funsies@@? <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain is 0>>After taking a shower, you drop into bed, and soon you'll see what [[tomorrow brings.|The Fifth Day - BIMBO]]<<else>>You do feel a little strained, your @@.pink;poor little head@@ hurting a little from all the @@.pink;dumb, big thoughts@@ of the day that didn't quite fit inside. @@.pink;Fortunately I never have that problem with my butt *teehee*@@ You remember the lollipops from the mall. They'd sure help now, but couldn't they cause issues in the long-term? @@.pink;"Who cares!"@@, [[you think as you suck a lollicock and go to sleep|The Fifth Day - BIMBO][$mentalStrain -= 2, $suckThursday = 1]], [[You refuse and go straight to bed|The Fifth Day - BIMBO]].<<endif>>

<<set $bimboSex4 = 1>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<if $transformationProgress lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<endif>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "dirty blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark brown with blue blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $haircolour = "blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark blue with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $haircolour = "shiny blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark blue">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.pink;glittery@@ blue">><<set $haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair">><<endif>>You can't move an inch in your current position, this woman is clutching your hair tightly, but she probably won't have to much longer. The fog is currently asserting its position, it's too late to stop now. Still mentally present enough to be able to listen though, you hear her say something. @@.desiree;"Frozen stiff back there,@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.desiree;?"@@, she laughs. @@.desiree;"Come on, this will be more fun if everybody participates"@@, she cheers him on. Momentarily, he starts moving again, the friction in your @@.pink;boypussy@@ resuming. With a forceful and determined hand, you're constantly guided over every millimeter of this woman's snatch, completely robbed of agency, which just seems to accelerate the fog's movements through your skull.<<if $chest gte 4 and $chest lt 5>> Your already decently sized breasts are swaying as a counterbalance to the rest of your body, completely out of your control.<<elseif $chest gte 5>> Your big @@.pink;tits@@ are bouncing up and down your frame, constantly threatening to throw you off-balance, but also feeling so, @@.pink;so right@@.<<endif>> You can already hear your moans taking on a tremendous volume, thick globs of drool dripping down from the vagina you are groaning into, your mouth becoming more limp with every passing second. She seems to take note of it, and elects to change positions. You're laid on your back, unable to resist anything by now anyway, with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ kneeling behind you, still seemingly stunned and almost as much on auto-pilot as you, and the woman now sitting on your face, to have gravity help her, plus a finger or two. That position is aiding the depraved endeavour you three have going on quite a bit, and you're having quite a lot of @@.pink;fun@@, you have to admit. Where you're lying now, your head is locked in an upright position, you're constantly looking at her... her face, her body, her pussy... @@.pink;"I wish my pussy looked this pretty"@@, you think to yourself, very openly and surprisingly consciously. Your @@.pink;clitty@@ twitches at the thought, and you feel a little warm pool of something on your @@.pink;tummy@@. @@.pink;Naughty girl, *teehee*.@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ seems to have gotten some of his awareness back, you @@.pink;gratefully@@ notice him speeding up back there, pushing your brain out bit by bit. @@.pink;So goooooooood...@@ The lady picks up the pace too, you don't even know how far along she is, you can't hear her moans over your own. @@.pink;I'm <em>such</em> a dirty slut! *giggle*@@ Moments later, a torrent of feminine fluids gush into your mouth, gravity helping to force it all down your throat in a powerful stream. The woman seems like she hardly reacts to her orgasm, merely breathing a bit heavier before rubbing her folds thoroughly over your lips, making sure to leave every drop inside you, before standing up and flashing you a devious smile. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ himself speeds up similarly, his rock hard dick pulsating inside your @@.pink;love tunnel@@, the sensation pushing yourself over the edge, your sticky cum shooting upwards, landing mostly on your face. @@.pink;A whore needs her face painted, doesn't she?@@ You @@.pink;giggle@@ at the wisdom of that observation, when more semen starts to make contact with your body, this time inside your rear, and by @@.lucas;Lucas@@. He unleashes a massive river of cum of his own, filling you up thoroughly. You couldn't be happier right now... As you're revelling the afterglow, the woman seems to come down much faster than you, which is no surprise. She quickly excuses herself. @@.desiree;"How amusing. Thank you two for the entertainment. I'll see you around, surely"@@, she says and makes a confident exit. Who was that? @@.pink;She tasted yummy! *giggle*@@ After both you and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ have swallowed, in your case literally, what just happened, he speaks up meekly. @@.lucas;"Maybe... maybe we should just meet again tomorrow. This isn't good, so expect it to be our last meeting for a while."@@ Too dripping with juices, you barely listen and just agree, [[making your way home soon after.|Fourth Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $date = "Week 1, Friday">><<if $suckWednesday is 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 3>><<endif>><<if $bimboSex4 is 1>>You wake up, immediately a little tense. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ was scared stiff yesterday, and his ominous warning has haunted you in your dreams. Today might be the last time you're meeting him, as he put it. Who was that woman? You can't wait to find out.<<else>>You wake up after a decent rest, stretching out and slowly leaving behind the daze of sleep. The weekend is drawing closer, and you're quite pleased that is so. Perhaps you don't even need to worry about your investigation so much, time's almost up. Still, dropping it altogether would be dumb, it can't hurt to find out more.<<endif>> You contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. \ \ In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. \ \ On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. \ \ To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> So you get yourself ready before heading out to [[meet Lucas once more.|Day 5 - Leaving Lucas - BIMBO]]

<<if $bimboSex4 is 1>>As you arrive at the library, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ looks as nervous as he did yesterday, when @@.desiree;that woman@@ appeared out of nowhere. He's grabbing and throwing together things in a rush, not even noticing you come in. You clear your throat, getting his attention. @@.lucas;"WHAT WHO-- oh fucking hell, don't scare me like that!"@@ You didn't expect that kind of language from an old librarian. @@.lucas;"I apologise for the mess and my rather distraught nature at present, I'm afraid I can't help it. WHERE IS-- okay, found it."@@ Wow, he wasn't kidding when he said he'd see you for the last time today, he's a serious mess right now. @@.pink;"So you won't tell me who that was yesterday? You're just going to go away like that?"@@\ <<else>>As you arrive at the library, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ seems to be in a major rush. He's grabbing and throwing things all over the place, an almost comedic effort at packing necessities to skip town. You hope that's not what he's planning, so you clear your throat to get his attention. @@.lucas;"WHAT WHO-- oh fucking hell, don't scare me like that!"@@ You didn't expect that kind of language from an old librarian. @@.lucas;"I apologise for the mess and my rather distraught nature at present, I'm afraid I can't help it. WHERE IS-- okay, found it."@@ Wow, this is something. Querying what's wrong, he tells you that a woman will come looking for him. After that, he goes completely silent and stops replying to you. @@.pink;"Wow, so you're not going to give me any more than that? You're apparently getting ready to flee, for whatever reason, and I don't even get to know why, I should just accept my only lead going away? Who is that woman?"@@, you demand to know, getting a reaction this time.\ <<endif>> He looks up from his... piles... of things. @@.lucas;"I suppose it would be discourteous to leave without a word of goodbye. You want to know who that woman is? She's the <em>devil</em>. Think that sounds like a clichÃ©? Well, it's true. She's ruthless, and has everybody she meets under her thumb. It's this dominant attitude of hers, that boundless confidence, that keeps people grovelling before her feet. But that wasn't enough." "She wanted even more. Her name is@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@@@.lucas;, and she is the one that designed and created the choker around your neck."@@ Unbelievable! The creator of the choker and he comes out with it <<if $bimboSex4 is 1>><strong>after</strong> she left?<<else>>just when you press him on it?<<endif>> @@.pink;"Why didn't you tell me immediately? She could've helped get this damned thing off me, that's all I want right now!"@@ @@.lucas;"Oh dear, you do not have the slightest inkling. Stay away from that woman at all cost, you couldn't possibly make a graver mistake than to contact her. In all likelihood, the choker wasn't placed around your neck by accident. Now that she has reappeared, I'm quite certain that she has chosen you carefully. I should have known it, the way you just stroll in here... she knew about my shelter all along and was guiding you here. How could I have been this naive?" "That's why I have to leave. Going to a library was too obvious, she knows I'm well-read and it was probably her who found and hired me for that very reason. I won't make that mistake again. Forgive my selfish attitude, let's talk about you, as the conclusion. This isn't the last time we'll meet, I'm sure of it. But I can't leave myself exposed like this. Here's what we're going to do, after I found a new, real safehouse, I will contact you as soon as possible. I promise it won't take longer than a week, maybe a week and a half. It might be that you hear from me tomorrow even, but don't count on it." "We will work this out. If you don't believe me, think about it like this: I have a horse in this race now. It was foolish of me to think I could simply run from a woman like her. Cutting off her power, and by extension, her power over <em>you</em> is now my main goal, one that should perfectly align with yours. You want my advice? Stay put until you hear from me. Don't agree to any shady deals your 'mistress' might offer, you never know whether her gifts and accessories have been 'enhanced'."@@ All these imaginary quotation marks make your head spin. @@.lucas;"When you survived all that, we will see what we can do to eliminate this threat permanently. Together. I still have some information to share with you, and we can find out even more if we agree to cooperate. We do... right?"@@ Actually, you hadn't given this much thought. You just went along because you had no other hints, but now... If he's just focused on himself, he might betray you if it furthers his own goals. Throwing you right into @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s arms, letting her have her way with you, @@.pink;having you fucked over and over again until you're nothing more than a sex-crazed fuckdoll, devoid of all personality, existing solely to service co--@@ Goddamnit, just make a decision already. [[Cooperate.|Day 5 - Cooperating with Lucas - BIMBO]] He's your best bet, you have to take that risk. [[Don't cooperate.|Day 5 - Disagreeing with Lucas - BIMBO]] It's too dangerous, it might be easier to play <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> into divulging information.

<<if $lucasTrust is 1>><<set $lucasNeutral = 1>><<elseif $lucasDoubt is 1>><<set $lucasAlly = 1>><<elseif $bimboSex4 is 1>><<set $lucasNeutral = 1>><<endif>>@@.lucas;"Fantastic"@@, he looks delighted. @@.lucas;"As I said, I will contact you as soon as I'm able to. After that, we'll have to see how strong our involvement with each other should be. We'll talk it out and consider our best options, things are absolutely chaotic right now, so we have to be flexible in our approach."@@ You nod in agreement, what he says makes sense. @@.lucas;"One last piece of advice. The choker... it dominates your actions, but conceals mental changes. What that means is that you are still saying what you want to say while you wear the choker, most of the time. It may inhibit your thoughts or your reasoning, but to the outside world, you seem like a mostly normal person, if you were to merely talk to somebody. When you take it off... don't count on anybody recognising you. Let's say you went completely crazy this week, getting railed stupid from dusk till dawn. If you took off the choker then, the mental changes would slowly creep in, until you yourself aren't sure of who you are anymore just the next morning." "The choker may be your most fearsome opponent, but it's also the only thing that keeps you sane and able to resist more, when your resistance had previously crumbled. If you can stay out of trouble by yourself, that's perfect, but if you go down the wrong road, just once, a choker might afterwards prove to be an ally, instead of an enemy, in fact. There are... deviations, of course, but that's generally how it works."@@ You don't understand <em>exactly</em> what he means, but you're grateful for any piece of information. Contemplating what he said, you see some sense in his words. You definitely think of yourself as @@.pink;$firstname@@ by now, but your mind tells you that's actually wrong. While you can't recall what your mind thinks your name <em>should</em> be, the fact that that feeling is there is somewhat calming. Other than that, your conversations with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ were usually quite intelligent, at least when you weren't @@.pink;incredibly horny@@.<<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>> Well, there was that one time on Wednesday...<<endif>> You'd think that your speech would be impeded a great deal if you're a Bimbo now, or at least by some degree. Having acquired an even deeper understanding of the choker, or so you hope, you thank @@.lucas;Lucas@@ for his advice and [[head back home|Day 5 - Alley Encounter - BIMBO]], hoping things will turn out okay for you.

<<if $lucasTrust is 1>><<set $lucasEnemy = 1>><<elseif $lucasDoubt is 1>><<set $lucasNeutral = 1>><<elseif $bimboSex4 is 1>><<set $lucasEnemy = 1>><<endif>>@@.lucas;"Very well"@@, he looks disappointed. @@.lucas;"You have made your choice and I won't dispute it. I may still contact you, to share information and offer at least some form of support, but if you don't want to work with me that is fine, I can understand that you might be wary of me." "One last piece of advice. The choker... it dominates your actions, but conceals mental changes. What that means is that you are still saying what you want to say while you wear the choker, most of the time. It may inhibit your thoughts or your reasoning, but to the outside world, you seem like a mostly normal person, if you were to merely talk to somebody. When you take it off... don't count on anybody recognising you. Let's say you went completely crazy this week, getting railed stupid from dusk till dawn. If you took off the choker then, the mental changes would slowly creep in, until you yourself aren't sure of who you are anymore just the next morning." "The choker may be your most fearsome opponent, but it's also the only thing that keeps you sane and able to resist more, when your resistance had previously crumbled. If you can stay out of trouble by yourself, that's perfect, but if you go down the wrong road, just once, a choker might afterwards prove to be an ally, instead of an enemy, in fact. There are... deviations, of course, but that's generally how it works."@@ You don't understand <em>exactly</em> what he means, but you're grateful for any piece of information. Contemplating what he said, you see some sense in his words. You definitely think of yourself as @@.pink;$firstname@@ by now, but your mind tells you that's actually wrong. While you can't recall what your mind thinks your name <em>should</em> be, the fact that that feeling is there is somewhat calming. Other than that, your conversations with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ were usually quite intelligent, at least when you weren't @@.pink;incredibly horny@@.<<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>> Well, there was that one time on Wednesday...<<endif>> You'd think that your speech would be impeded a great deal if you're a Bimbo now, or at least by some degree. Having acquired an even deeper understanding of the choker, or so you hope, you thank @@.lucas;Lucas@@ for his advice despite your refusal to work with him, and [[head back home|Day 5 - Alley Encounter - BIMBO]], slightly worried about how things will proceed now.

<<if $brainDrain gte 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Kari">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Kandi">><<endif>>So you're back home. But what will you do tomorrow? Uncertainty fills you. At the same time, nothing's really been certain, you've always deferred to @@.lucas;Lucas@@ to determine the course of your meetings. When did you become so submissive? <<if $bimboName is 0 and $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $bimboName = 1>> According to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> however, you realise you've already lost. If she's right, you've already decided your fate, happily choosing, of your own volition, to permanently become a @@.pink;BIMBO@@ after just two days. Surprisingly, the thought doesn't terrify you. Maybe that's the point. You lose your grasp on your identity without even noticing. Trying to recapture what has happened, you just try the simplest thing. Your name. @@.pink;"Heyaaaaaa, I'm $firstname $lastname, I'm like super duper excited to meet you! *giggle*"@@. So everything's still normal. That thought relieves you, a lot. <<endif>>Regardless, perhaps it's best to play it by ear. Your mind sways to the lollipops... Every night you contemplated sucking on one, but not now. It's only two more days until <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> will check on your progress. You don't want to do anything that might endanger you at this point. Instead, [[getting a good night's rest|The Sixth Day - BIMBO]] sounds more like something safe and helpful.

<<set $date = "Week 1, Saturday">><<if $suckThursday is 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 3>><<endif>>After you wake up, you spend an unnaturally long amount of time in bed, simply eaten up by the uncertainty. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is gone now, and so is your best means of investigation, he knew so much and said he knew even more than he told you. Would've been too nice if it had been that easy... Fortunately, your second source of information, although an unreliable one, comes visiting tomorrow. If you play your cards right, you may find out more. But who knows what cards she holds? You contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. \ \ In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. \ \ On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. \ \ To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Regardless, your morning routine will have to be taken care of, after which you notice a letter lying on the floor. <<if $bunnyLucas is 1>>Sighing in relief that there's no package to accompany it, [[you move to pick it up.|Day 6 - Bunny Comes Visiting - BIMBO]]<<else>>Sighing in relief that there's no package to accompany it, [[you move to pick it up.|Day 6 - Letter from a Friend - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

You open the envelope and read the letter enclosed in it. The ink looks a bit funny, the colour is really inconsistent and the words are all written in quite arduously artistic, exaggerated patterns. First looking at the bottom, you see it's from @@.bunny;Bunny@@, who else. @@.bunny;"Hiiyaaaa@@ @@.pink;BIMBO SIS@@@@.bunny;!! I'm totally writing you a boring letter today! I feel so old *teehee*"@@ She actually wrote "teehee" there. @@.bunny;"Anywayyyyy, I wanted to tell you I'm gonna stop by your super dupe place later. You were like, really nice to me and I want to be super nice to you too. You'll have <em>so</em> much fun, I double triple promise! c u soon Bunny"@@ And that's all she wrote. Raising your head up from the paper, you feel kind of dizzy, those stupid curvy letters and that smudged ink. It takes you a minute just to regain your composure.<<set $mentalStrain += 2>> Ridiculous, something so miniscule is making your brain twist and turn. About her, well, announcement though... She'll come by? She must have something planned. What are you supposed to do? Without her, you're not going to get the choker off tomorrow. If you evade her today, she'll punish you twice as much tomorrow. But you can't simply accept it either. You have to sell her on an option that includes winning your freedom, so to speak. Maybe a game, like a little quiz or something? If you answer right, you evade punishment, if you're wrong, you'll submit to her punishment, plus another thing she wants to subject you to. You definitely need her to sympathise with the idea, so if you want to suggest this, there's a bigger risk involved, but you stand to preserve your identity, possibly. Quite a prize, you'd say. You'll have to decide whether that risk is worth taking when she appears on your doorstep though, it'll be your choice to make. So you clean up a little, get dressed, move some of your furniture, just slightly. You don't know what awaits you, maybe running <em>is</em> your best option at some point. Be prepared for all contingencies. And you soon might have to be, as the doorbell rings. You move up to it and look through the spyhole. Yep, it's @@.bunny;Bunny@@. Here we go. Opening the door, she bounces through looking quite pleased, moving further into the apartment without even really looking at you, just marvelling at its beauty once more. As you push the door closed, you notice it won't close properly, which is quickly explained by the buff guy pushing himself through. You're utterly confused. @@.pink;"Ummm..."@@, you start to mutter loudly enough, hoping that somebody will pick up on it and start to explain. @@.bunny;"Oops, sorry@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;I totes forget to tell you that Dale would come along! But how else are we going to have fun you dummy? *teehee*"@@ Don't try to act surprised. It should've been clear that she would bring some guy along, trying to fuck you. At least all cards are on the table now, which leaves you to make your move. So, do you [[tell her about your idea with the quiz, putting yourself at risk, but bargaining for a quiet, safe day?|Day 6 - Visit, Quiz it - BIMBO]] [[tell her to drop the pretence and get on with it, knowing you won't overpower them both?|Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride - BIMBO]]

You open the envelope and read the enclosed letter. It was written by <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>, which is only mildly surprising. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Dear@@ @@.pink;BIMBO WHORE@@@@.red;, I have to say, I am really impressed with you. I always knew you were a natural, but the exceptional speed with which you have adopted@@ @@.pink;your rightful place in society, beneath me and everybody else@@@@.red;, has made me so very happy. That's why I think a reward is in order. Doesn't that make you excited? I put the address down below, just go there to receive it. It's all safe, no need to worry. Of course, whether you eventually accept the gift or not is up to you, but I think I know what you're going to choose ;) Love, Bonnie"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hiiyaaaa@@ @@.pink;BIMBO SIS@@@@.bunny;!! You've done such a great job at being a bimbo last week. I think you could do waaaayyyy better though! Stop being so shy, you dummy. I know you want to! So imma put down an address here and you can go there. It's not gonna cost you a dime, isn't that cool? Totally up to you though, you can, like, not take it, but I don't know why you would. I'm gonna check up on you, please please take it, it'll look so sexy on you! XOXO Bunny"@@<<endif>> That sounds dangerous, given the circumstances. Then again, do you have anything else to do? She said that it's your choice completely, but you don't trust that. She merely left an address, so maybe you should just check it out, look at it from a distance, and then you can still decide to get the fuck outta there. Right? Right. Cautiously, you [[head to the address|Day 6 - In Front of the Piercing Parlour - BIMBO]] that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> left for you.

This outfit may be the most conservative of the bunch, but puts you dangerously close to exposing more of your bottom half than you wish. The red blouse shows no cleavage and has a quite professional look about it. The satin bra in the same colour is invisible through the opaque chemise and sits quite comfortably. The other half of the outfit is what worries you though. The black miniskirt is <em>really</em> mini. Bending over at the hips is out of the question if you pick this one. @@.azure;Or maybe that's the point?@@ If you ever do, your suggestive satin thong is going to do all the necessary talking. These black leather boots have "only" a 3 inch heel and reach about halfway up to your knees. You seem rather comfortable with them, and they'd make a good choice if you don't want to give in to your new cock-crazed, cum addicted blowjob queen @@.azure;life--@@ PERSONA... They probably don't go too well together with most of the outfits, however. <<back>>

You don't have much to object about, looking at this outfit, but it's still a bit risky, even if indirectly. The dress takes care not to expose much skin. It covers your shoulders, doesn't show any cleavage, and reaches all the way to your knees. That's the good news. The bad news is that people are still going to see a lot of your body, with the way the dress is clinging to it. One way or another, you're going to be exposed wearing this. @@.azure;Good, this won't draw too much attention away from your oh so fuckable lips.@@ These dark red ankle boots look quite casual, but go with lots of outfits with its rather subtle choice of colour. The heels are "only" 4 inches tall so walking should be relatively easy and not attract too much attention. <<back>>

Oh my. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? This dress is nearly the most outrageous you could get. Be aware that you would be wearing no bra with this, and that it's only loosely hanging over your breasts, with everything in between them fully exposed, down to your belly button. The bottom part doesn't go down much further either, due to the asymmetric cut. Your left leg would be mostly covered, but on the right side, you'd be almost entirely naked, @@.azure;which is exactly the reason you're considering this.@@ These shoes are kept rather simple, but that doesn't mean they aren't attractive. They are a bright red, which is sure to catch the eye, and if that doesn't, your @@.azure;voluptuous@@ rear will, balancing on these 5 inch heels. An excellent choice for any @@.azure;hungry@@, aspiring femme fatale. <<back>>

Now this is just crazy. @@.azure;And you'd like to go crazy, wouldn't you?@@ This dress, if you can even call it that, really covers nothing. Literally. It's almost entirely transparent, the black fabric making only a token attempt to hide your body. @@.azure;But why contain it?@@ The bright pink bra does its job of grasping attention, just in case. @@.azure;They should know that you're easy to get out of it though.@@ Your underwear is just as flashy, @@.azure;and just as easily removable~@@ You really should reconsider. Trust me. [img[images/anri-okita-02298680.jpg]] Wow. Just wow. These heels absolutely stand out. They give you 7 inches in height, and surely make you look your @@.azure;best@@. They crawl all the way up your calf and most remarkably, can be locked... you won't get out of these easily, @@.azure;but fortunately, that doesn't have to apply to the rest of your outfit!@@ [img[images/grand.jpg]] <<back>>

@@.pink;"Hold on a minute"@@, you stop them. @@.pink;"I have a suggestion."@@ It all rides on this, you feel you could avert serious punishment here. They have you in your own apartment, there's no place to retreat to. You win the quiz or you lose yourself. @@.pink;"Where's the fun in just fucking me straight away?"@@, you ask, to @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s great confusion. @@.pink;"You've done that before, you had your revenge. But that's getting old doesn't it? I propose a game."@@ <em>Now</em> she's lighting up, the mention of a game excites her noticeably. You quietly celebrate in advance, but perhaps prematurely. She's not convinced yet, you have to press on. @@.pink;"Say we hold a little quiz. You ask me a question, any question, and if I answer it right, you <em>won't</em> have your way with me."@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ frowns at that outlook. @@.pink;"Obviously, there's nothing I can do to stop you or Dale anyway, but I appeal to your sense of honour here." "<em>However</em>..."@@, you go on, putting exaggerated emphasis here, since this is where you have to convince them to accept your proposition. @@.pink;"Should I lose, you have complete reign over me for the day, and are able to put the plans you undoubtedly already made into motion. Now, if that was the prize, it wouldn't make much sense for you to accept, would it? So I realise I have to throw in something else. Not knowing clearly what you'd want, I can only offer you to have one thing done to me, basically anything of your choosing. A piercing maybe, or something of that sort. Again, I'd appeal to you not to make it something utterly extreme, but I am at your mercy here, as I was all week. What do you say?"@@ You can see you convinced her already, even if she tries to make a childish show of letting you dangle. You left the final prize purposely vague. Not knowing what exactly she wants to do to you that doesn't pertain to advancing your transformation -- which is precisely what you're trying to avoid -- it has to be left open to her, to ensure her approval of the quiz. And it looks like she's giving it. @@.bunny;"Alrighty, that sounds like fun, I guess... So I gotta ask you a question, huh?"@@ You nod. @@.bunny;"Owiiiie, my poor head"@@, she moans as she theatrically grabs her head like a cartoon character deep in thought. Suddenly, she jumps. @@.bunny;"AH! Yeppers, that's a super question. I'm so smart *teehee*. Like, what colour is my top?!" Umm... what? She's standing right in front of you. [[''It's pink.''|Day 6 - Visit, Really Quiz It - BIMBO]]

<<set $bimboAllin6 = 1>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark blue with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $eyes = "dark blue">><<set $haircolour = "shiny blonde hair">><<elseif $transformationProgress gte 3>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.pink;glittery@@ blue">><<set $haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair">><<endif>><<if $transformationProgress lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 3>><<set $lips += 1>><<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>><<set $height +=1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<endif>><<set $brainDrain += 2>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>>\ \ Shaken, you try to formulate some kind of plan in your increasingly hazy mind. Desparate, you try to flee, but it's little more than a token effort of resistance, easily curbed by @@.bunny;Bunny@@. She grabs you effortlessly and playfully with one arm, throws you on your bed, and holds you down. Dale looked rather restless, but has a huge, stupid smile on his face now. He's completedly naked already, having waited just for his moment, and his dick is already quite erect, entirely ready for you. He kneels over you and starts bringing his hips closer to your face. Your lips part on their own, the @@.pink;fog@@ simply daring you too, and quickly you are longing to feel that rod on your tongue yourself. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ can soon loosen her grip on your arms, almost without you noticing, when she sees you already bobbing your head on your own. As much as possible in your current position at least. By now all worries have left your pretty little head and you're just doing what you're @@.pink;meant to do@@. All happy and in familiar territory, Dale surprises you by making his first deposit in your @@.pink;sperm bank@@, coating your insides well and thoroughly white. You @@.pink;giggle@@ at the sensation of the fluid hitting the back of your throat and float in the aftermath almost as if you just had an orgasm of your own. Now that you think about it, where did that jizz on your stomach come from. @@.pink;Oopsie, looks like I made a mess *giggle*@@ Meanwhile, with you immobilised, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ and Dale are taking a rest too, the former just gazing at you and bouncing a bit, evidently delighted at the sight, the latter apparently helping himself to a glass of orange juice from your refridgerator. They're not finished with you. @@.bunny;"Wow Dale, you're like, so strong! Maybe you should do me next *teehee*. Just kidding@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, today is all about you! No need to worry your pretty little head."@@ Of course you won't! Apparently, Dale wants to give your mouth some time for recovery and so elects to try out your ass this time. He's still lubricated enough from the recent blowjob you gave him, so he enters pretty much right away. It feels glorious, and though your muscles are still quite unresponsive, your sphincter is tightening firmly around Dale's dick, all on its own. @@.pink;Your body is quite well-trained, discipline is everything. You should practice even more!@@ As the heavenly friction inside your anus increases in both strength and pleasure, Dale eventually finishes inside you, another huge load resting inside your other hole. @@.pink;You can't wait to see how many more you can fill!@@ How he managed to create such a large load in so little time is beyond you. You're most grateful however, and even moreso after @@.bunny;Bunny@@ pulls out a huge prostate massaging dildo and starts playing with the load inside your hole, stimulating your prostate while doing so. More and more of the bed is being coated by your sperm and you started @@.pink;squealing@@ like a horny chipmunk, much to @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s amusement. The whole day continues on like this, your whole body acting merely as Dale's @@.pink;cocksleeve@@, every viable orifice being probed and tested for use, and subsequently pumped full to the brim. @@.pink;Bunny@@ is only too happy to assist, and you're only too happy to be used by the muscly fuckmachine she brought along. However, as the evening approaches, you get increasingly tired, and the pleasure you feel is actually more of a numbing sensation by then, your perception being dulled to extraordinary extent. Fortunately, both of them grow tired of the same old game they've been playing for hours now, and decide you had enough. Despite a sense of disappointment, your orifices will thank you that you didn't have enough energy to ask for even more. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ gives you a loving kiss on your cum-smeared butt cheek before she pulls your entrance door closed behind her. You're unable to wash up, to move, to merely <em>think</em>. You just [[fall asleep right on the spot.|Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]]

This outfit is highly fetishised, as you're well aware, but at the same time, it's one of the more conservative options out of the bunch. Similarly to the "white blouse, black pencil skirt" combinaton, this outfit features a rather conservative white top. It's buttoned up quite far, revealing some of your collarbone and the upper part of your thoray at worst. No cleavage, fortunately, and the black lace bra underneath isn't even visible through your top. The skirt however is a different story. The tartan pattern is eye-catching, if the length isn't already. The skirt barely reaches mid-thigh, any bending over your hips is going to expose your black lace g-string to everybody, @@.pink;but maybe that's what you want?@@ These white pumps go a little better with the mostly bright, colourful theme that your outfits seem to adhere to. They sport 3 inch heels, which isn't too high, but not exactly comfortable either. Needless to say, there are worse choices to make, you'd be both fashionable and reasonably balanced most of the time. <<back>>

This outfit is already a bit more daring, exposing your entire mid-section. The bright yellow t-shirt clinging tightly to your upper body is evidently to short for you. The sleeves end less than a quarter down your biceps, and from the waist down you're exposed, all the way to your pants. Underneath that shirt you've got a matching yellow bra on, which isn't very raunchy. Adorning your bottom half is a pair of classic blue, <em>really</em> tight jeans, hugging your curves as close as possible, thereby outlining them to anybody who's curious. @@.pink;But maybe that's the point?@@ Beneath your pants you have innocent, cute yellow panties on. These black leather boots have "only" a 4 inch heel and reach about halfway up to your knees. You seem rather comfortable with them, and they'd make a good choice if you don't want to give in to your new ditzy, bubbly airhead @@.pink;life--@@ PERSONA... They probably don't go too well together with most of the outfits, however. <<back>>

This set is <em>quite</em> daring now, you're not sure if you should choose it. It'd probably make no difference in reality, but you feel like another choice would be preferable. There isn't much to say about this outfit, seeing as there's not much fabric coming with it. You'd be wearing a tube top, coloured bright pink and exposing your entire upper body besides your chest, which would obviously be emphasised no matter its dimension. Below that, you'd have a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra on, which gives you at least some relief. The bottom isn't much different. It's simply denim cutoffs, barely containing your butt, and even so constantly in the danger of rising up, exposing the pink g-string below, as well as your butt. @@.pink;Good...@@ These shoes would most likely be called "'fuck me' pumps" in the common tongue. Fortunately, your whole situation is less than common and there's nobody here to comment anyway. These pumps are a garish pink, complementing quite an amount of clothing options at your disposal. The 5 inch heels would be a challenge, especially to @@.pink;all the burly men, trying to resist you...@@ <<back>>

You can't believe you're looking at this. You can't believe you're considering this. This must be the sluttiest dress you've ever seen in real life. @@.pink;That's right...@@ It's a clubbing dress in a bright neon pink, ensuring you'll always be the @@.pink;center of attention@@. The material seems to be lycra or something, giving it a distinct "wet-look". Shocking you the most is probably the fact that it exposes the entire lower half of your right breast, just one little tremor and you're flashing everybody. @@.pink;You can't wait...@@ Naturally that means that you're wearing no bra underneath that. Fortunately, they allow you to cover your nether regions, since the skirt of the dress only just covers your butt, and only if you're @@.pink;not bouncing around on a meaty cock at the moment@@. It's an an outrageous sight though, like the whole outfit, the tiny pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME, STUD'@@ in large, purple letters over the front and the back. @@.pink;What? It's true...@@ Surely, you can't be serious... [img[images/3wanz00250pl.png]] Wow. Just wow. These heels absolutely stand out. They give you 7 inches in height, and surely make you look your @@.pink;sluttiest@@. They're bright pink, which of course is an absolute crucial criterium for any shoe you'd consider for your feet, @@.pink;right?@@ Most remarkably, they can be locked... you won't get out of these easily, @@.pink;but fortunately, that doesn't have to apply to the rest of your outfit!@@ [img[images/ftw-7inch-maxilock-1.jpg]] <<back>>

There's a good twenty seconds of silence lingering in the room. Then, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ starts to stammer. @@.bunny;"But... I... YOU'RE CHEATING!"@@ You contest that accusation, insisting that you answered the question correctly and honestly. She can't really argue that, since her bright pink, low-cut tank top is put on display this very moment. Dale is merely observing the scene, visibly confused. You can sympathise. When you see @@.bunny;Bunny@@ huffing in anger though, you contemplate whether insisting on your victory is a good idea. If she decides to vent at some point, likely in your vicinity, things may turn ugly. Sadly, you have to appease her before anything else, her mind is that of a child. You give her another chance at asking a question. She can't refuse your win a second time, and you doubt she can throw something challenging at you. @@.bunny;"Oh wowie@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, that's, like, super duper nice of you!@@ You get a fat kiss right on the lips. Didn't need that, nope. @@.bunny;"Anywayyyys, this time I gotta make it way harder, hmmmmmmmm"@@, again, she's contemplating her question like she's a caricature. She comes up with something though. @@.bunny;"Like, the second time we had fun time, I told you about a cute purse I saw earlier. You totally gotta remember the colour! What was it?"@@ WHAT. You are FUCKED. @@.pink;About time...@@ <<if $mentalStrain gte 5>>With the way your head is pounding... there's no way you can answer this. Try to be logical, there's only one colour it could be, right?<<endif>> [[Pink|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]] <<if $mentalStrain lt 5>>[[Red|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]] [[Dark Red|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]] [[Black|Day 6 - Quizzle Fo' Shizzle - BIMBO]] [[Blue|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]] [[Bright Pink|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]] [[White|Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $quizLost = 1>>@@.bunny;"Oh oooooooh!" Bunny@@ is dancing now. Oh dear. @@.bunny;"Somebody's a big bad dummy! You are W-O-N-G!"@@ Had you lost any other game, that last one probably would've cheered you up despite your defeat. You've got reason enough to be afraid now though. @@.bunny;"So now we get to have fun all day long! Aren't you like, excited? Be honest!"@@ Well, your face will certainly display excitement when you've got a @@.pink;hard, tasty rod@@ impaling you every which way. And you're quite fucked already, so might as well make her happy. @@.pink;"Sure@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;, I can't wait"@@, you mutter half-heartedly. @@.bunny;"*teehee* I thought so! This will be so totally exciting to watch. Oh, and I can punish you too, right?"@@ You nod dejectedly. @@.bunny;"Wowie, this is, like, my lucky day! I already know something, but I'm not gonna teeeeeeeeeeeeell! You'll see tomorrow *giggle*"@@ So, this is [[where your bright idea got you.|Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride - BIMBO]]

<<set $quizWon = 1>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@'s looking like a pouty schoolgirl, one with huge tits and a rather active libido, once more, which must be a good sign for you. @@.bunny;"Pooie, how did you know that?"@@, she confirms. You're celebrating your victory over the groans, pouts and dejected looks of both @@.bunny;Bunny@@ and Dale, who melancholically pockets his massive dick which was already quite excited and ready for play. Today, you're glad not to join the entertainment, or worse, <em>be</em> the entertainment. Your two sad pals make their way out of your apartment, much to your amusement. [[You did good today.|Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<if $brainDrain gte 2>><<set $firstname = "Kelly">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Kari">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $firstname = "Kandi">><<endif>>Even though you are asleep, you feel rather awake. Thoughts are coursing through your head constantly today, it's no wonder you're not just dropping dead to sleep like you hoped you would. Tomorrow... tomorrow is the day the choker comes off. But how much of you will come off with it? Is there even any of you left? <<if $bimbo is 1>>You've seen how @@.red;Bonnie@@ acts. Even after the choker was off, she complained about the effects lasting. So far, you looked forward to Sunday as the point where you would reclaim your life. But no matter how far along your transformation got, it probably won't be quite so simple.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>You've seen how @@.bunny;Bunny@@ acts. She's taken off the choker, but she behaves like a total ditz. Have you gone as far as she did? Is the same @@.pink;fate@@ awaiting you? You shudder to think... you've imagined Sunday to be the day you reclaim your life, when things go back to normal. It might not be that easy after all.<<endif>> <<if $bimboName is 0 and $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $bimboName = 1>> According to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> however, you realise you've already lost. If she's right, you've already decided your fate, happily choosing, of your own volition, to permanently become a @@.pink;BIMBO@@ after just two days. Surprisingly, the thought doesn't terrify you. Maybe that's the point. You lose your grasp on your identity without even noticing. Trying to recapture what has happened, you just try the simplest thing. Your name. @@.pink;"Heyaaaaaa, I'm $firstname $lastname, I'm like super duper excited to meet you! *giggle*"@@. So everything's still normal. That thought relieves you, a lot. <<endif>>A scene constructs itself out of nowhere, right in front of you. It's very familiar, you're in the mall again. Everything's just as you know it, brushing your flashy platinum blonde hair out of your view, your jaw clamping down on some sugary, fruity gum, your silicone tits barely contained by your cute top. Your feet take you into the boutique, where @@.blue;Jasmine@@, the clerk, awaits you already. <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>Before she even has a chance to do something, you take the initiative. You take a deep breath, and from that point onward, a waterfall of gossip, giggles and gaudiness cascade from your lips, the words blurring together in a massive torrent only briefly, but steadily interrupted by "like", "OMG" and "totally". The two of you talk yourselves into a rush, speaking like this feels so natural and yet excites you a great deal. Who could live without this? You two go on and on, about boys and clothes, jewelry and <em>cocks</em>, of course. But there are things that are even better. When your mouths are finally exhausted and your tiny brain is pulsing in pain, @@.blue;Jasmine@@ always has the best ideas. She surprises you with a big wet kiss, planted right on your lips, which part as soon as your lover invades your mouth with her tongue. You surrender yourself to her, letting her lay you on your back slowly and carefully. @@.blue;Jasmine@@'s tongue is now leaving you, but only momentarily, as it draws down your neck, over your gigantic, gorgeous globes that tingle like crazy at the sensation. Caressing your stomach afterwards, she finally seems to settle right in front of your puffy pussy. Right when she moves to enter <em>you</em>, your vision flashes white, and [[the real world agonisingly materialises around you|The Seventh Day - BIMBO]], rendering you both excited and disappointed.\ \ <<else>>As you enter, you barely have time to take your first breath before she assaults you with a seemingly unending stream of chatter about cute boys, purses, makeup, skirts, <em>cocks</em>... It never seems to stop, and for some reason, it makes you feel like you have butterflies in your stomach, it's hard to explain. You feel a near uncontrollable urge to join in, it just feels so natural, yet so pleasurable. Regardless, you manage to resist, this isn't you, this shouldn't be you. But you can't deny the effect it left on you. The cascade affected your brain, tiring you, wearing down your resistance to the choker. That's why, when @@.blue;Jasmine@@ closes the distance between you, starting to touch your body, you only manage a very weak @@.pink;"no"@@. She reacts to it nonetheless. @@.blue;"'@@@@.pink;No@@@@.blue;'? Why not? It feels good, doesn't it? How does resistance feel? Bothersome. Boring. Bitter. Is that really your aspiration? Look at you. You are a first rate fuckdoll. Men crave you. Women envy you. None of them resist you, and none of them want to resist you. Then why do you? You were built to be a whore. You were meant to be a whore. And I know you want to be one, too."@@ Too much. It's just too much for you. All those words she said made your knees go weak, the choker draining you. That's why, when @@.blue;Jasmine@@ moves in to kiss you, you surrender yourself to the choker's power over you. She continues making out with you for some time, slowly and gently laying you on your back. Eventually, she withdraws her tongue, and traces it from your mouth downwards. She passes your neck, unhindered -- where's the choker? -- and moves on with conviction, gently teasing your gorgeous tits, passing your stomach and finally settling between your legs, just admiring you there. Not for long though, because as she moves to enter your feminine folds, your vision flashes white at the first touch, and [[the real world materialises around you|The Seventh Day - BIMBO]], waking you from your "nightmare".<<endif>>

You follow the instructions you received to the letter. @@.pink;A ditzy bimbo like you can't do much more than that anyway.@@ As you get out of the car, you take a look around, searching for the exact address, eventually locking a tattoo and piercing parlour in your sight. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>... Well, if you're being honest, what did you expect? A good time with a whore, for free? Now that you think about it, that's not too improbable, but you're uncertain who would be the whore in that scenario. @@.pink;Oh, but you're <em>quite</em> certain, yes you are.@@ Anyway, focusing back on the issue at hand. Which is, do you head in, or do you pack the fuck up and get out of here? You could probably always enter the parlour, look around a bit and then still decide not to get anything. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>'s nowhere to be seen, you doubt there is some elaborate trap hidden there, she did enough of those already. And if she had set up another one, why would she give you the choice whether to go in or not? Enough debate. Choose. [[Head in.|Day 6 - The Piercing Parlour - BIMBO]] [[Back out.|Day 6 - Back Home - BIMBO]]

<<set $visitedParlour = 1>>You enter the small building on the corner of a rather dead-looking street and see quite what you expect from a little piercing parlour. It looks a bit "lived in", but decidedly clean, it's just worn, the wood floor creaks quite a bit as you take careful steps inside. The creaking announces your presence to the apparent owner of the shop, who steps out of the back room to greet whoever entered. Towering before you is a very large man, not just tall, but also wide, with heavy shoulders and just as massive arms. His head is shaved, but he wears a very impressive brown beard, shaven only at the cheeks and hanging quite a distance from his chin. Despite his imposing stature, he gives you the most heartwarming smile you've ever seen as you enter. @@.gunther;"Ah, lovely lady, velcome to my humble shop!"@@, his cheery appearance is infectious, you feel more lively already. @@.gunther;"My name is GÃ¼nther, but calling me Gunther is fine too, you Americans seem to have a bit of trouble vith Umlauten."@@ You have no idea what he's talking about, but he's laughing so heartily and smacking you on the shoulder, that you can't help but join in. @@.gunther;"Vhy don't you take a seat and I vill fetch a few samples for you to look at, hm?"@@, he asks you, gesturing toward a chair that looks like he also applies the piercings with the clients lying down on it. @@.pink;"That thing won't have shackles closing around my wrists and legs and holding me in place so you can fuck me and put piercings on whichever body part you please, right?"@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ looks at you with great confusion, furrowing his brows. He seems a bit more businesslike when he finally replies. @@.gunther;"Vell, it's not like I did many experiments vith it, but I don't think there is a direct correlation between spontaneous rape and customer satisfaction, so that plan hadn't occurred to me yet."@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ delivers that line with a deadpan expression, but breaks out in laughter a few seconds afterwards. @@.gunther;"You are a silly woman, you know that?"@@, he shouts at you playfully from the back room. You can't help but giggle a bit, despite just having made a complete fool of yourself. Your laughter is half directed at @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s comment, and half at his oddly selective accent. He reappears soon, bringing a tablet of different studs, tiny metal ornaments and little jewels in metal settings. Beneath those, he also has some small photos to show how they would look in various places, like the navel, the ear, the nose or @@.pink;the nipples@@. After giving you some time to think, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees your thoughtful grimacing as you look at photo after photo, stud after stud, and tries to provide some insight. @@.gunther;"If you don't mind, I'm happy to give you some personal advice."@@ You nod. @@.gunther;"Excuse my saying so, but seeing as you're pretty forvard with sexual matters, I vill comment that your breasts are quite firm and beautiful, and many men find a nipple piercing improves those qualities. Some vomen have told me that it feels vonderful as vell."@@ Well, I guess it comes down to your choice now. You can still back away, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ will probably understand, he seems so nice. Getting the piercing done would run you about $50. [[Get this piercing done.|Day 6 - Getting a Nipple Piercing - BIMBO]] [[Back out and head back home.|Day 6 - Back Home - BIMBO]]

No way, you won't indulge <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> any further. Best to keep it down to a minimum, your goal is preservation here. Even something as small as a piercing could have repercussions, you never know with her. Assuming there are no strings attached, a piercing could still hurt your chances in the job market, so no matter how devious her plans are, even the most basic and benevolent outcome of a visit to the parlour would likely hinder your everyday life after tomorrow. Then again, you could always just take it out... Anyway, it's just possibly dangerous in your current condition, so you try to calm down a little and just take this day off. Tomorrow is such a big day, you're way too excited than you can handle. So you try to rest a little, just lying down and leaving this day rather unproductive, [[you just go out for an evening walk.|Day 6 - Nightly Encounter - BIMBO]]

<<set $nipplePiercing = 1>>@@.pink;"Yes. Please put two of those studs through my nipples"@@, you ask, @@.pink;beg@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@. @@.gunther;"Very vell, just lean back and relax. I vill prepare everything and explain vhat I do, vhen I do it."@@ He says. You try to follow his advice, just settling back into the chair and attempting to calm down, rather unsuccessfully. Quickly, you realise that this is less due to nervousness... @@.pink;but excitement@@. @@.gunther;"Okay, first I vill disinfect the spots, you von't really feel anything, just some fluid."@@ He says, then does so, and is right, it doesn't feel anything but a little cold as the air brushes over your wet nipples. @@.gunther;"The next part vill be rather painful. First, I vill use this clamp to fixate the spot your stud vill go in."@@ He shows you a clamp, clean-looking and the arms end in little rings, the piercings can go right through those. The clamp now attached to your left nipple, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ produces a needle. @@.gunther;"Now, I'll have to make the actual piercing vith this needle. This can hurt quite a lot, so better grab the chair if you're not used to pain. Try not moving around too much."@@ Damn, why did you decide to go for this, you're sca-- <strong>OW!</strong> You can't even finish your thoughts from the pain you're experiencing right now. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees you struggle and has a pained expression on his face, he feels for you. When did your breasts get so sensitive? You haven't even gotten over the first pain and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ already attached the clamp to your right @@.pink;tit@@. Only seconds later, the same pain shoots through you once again, leaving you quite sore. Fortunately, it's over as quickly and surprisingly as it began, just leaving a dull throb in the aftermath. @@.gunther;"That looked like it hurt a lot, I'm very sorry but it's part of the procedure. I hope you vill like the end result, we're almost finished. Just have tooooo... fertig!"@@ He exclaims after you vaguely feel something metal inserted into both of your nipples again. @@.gunther;"I vill fetch a small mirror for you. If you allow my saying so, it looks very beautiful on you!"@@, he tells you in his familiar, infectiously merry demeanour that makes you forget about the throbbing in your @@.pink;titties@@ for a moment. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns with a quite large mirror on wheels and an even wider smile than before. What a sweet guy, fetching that big mirror just for you. You look it and cautiously try to pose your breasts, careful not to move them too much. When you first lay eyes on the metal studs probing out of the centre of your areloae, a shiver runs down your spine, in a good way. It looks absolutely gorgeous on the @@.pink;new you@@ and you can't imagine ever taking it off again. It's accurate to say you absolutely fell in love with your new tit studs! @@.gunther;"I can tell by your face that you like it as much as me"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ takes you out of your reverie, hinting to you that your smile right now rivals his own. You can't deny that you're really happy with your choice, pay @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his kind and caring service and head home after thanking him profusely. <<set $cash -= 50>> You feel really good about today, but that throbbing won't subside. It continues bothering you [[the entire way home.|Day 6 - Nightly Encounter - BIMBO]]

<<set $date = "Week 1, @@.pink;Sunday@@">>You wake with a start after that dream. Relieved to find that it has been just that, and not really happening, your very quick breathing starts to calm down slowly over the next minute.<<if $nipplePiercing is 1>> You pleasantly note that the throbbing in your nipples finally subsided. Your breasts feel as healthy as ever and the sensation of the studs embedded in them is indescribable. You weigh your chest a little in your hands, playfully, but of course it feels just as heavy as before. Moving towards a mirror you admire the @@.pink;naughty@@ look they give you. When you move to touch and turn one a little, your mouth shoots open in a gasp. Your nipples weren't <em>that</em> sensitive before! @@.pink;*giggle* I'll have so much more fun now!@@<<endif>> You contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. \ \ In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps.\ \ On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. \ \ To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Here it is. Sunday. Perhaps the most fateful day in your life yet. You don't even know what to think about, what to do. You just barely make it into the bathroom and to eat a few bites, but overall, you're way too tense for anything. You just want to wait for <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> to arrive and end this whole catastrophe. Do you want to [[look into the mirror|Appearance]] as a @@.pink;BIMBO@@ one last time? Or at least, you hope it'll be the last... Or just wait impatiently for that [[knock on the door|Day 7 - Bonnie Enters - BIMBO]], that seems like it will never come.

Luckily, it does and <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> subsequently moves past you in familiar fashion, taking in the view of your apartment once more. <<if $bimbo is 1>>She leaves this silence hang between you for a painful amount of time, the suspense is killing you, and you're sure she knows it.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>She's bouncing through the room for a while, apparently oblivious to your obvious tension.<<endif>> Finally, she speaks up. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"You're probably waiting for me to say you can take the choker off? Or that I'll remove it now? Well, that won't happen for a bit longer"@@, your heart sinks all the way to your toes at hearing this. @@.red;"Don't look at me like that, there's still some things I have to know from you. The@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@ @@.red;choker will come off before midnight, I promise."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Ooookie doke, let's head out for a little trip!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ smiles at you. You're confused, you want to get the choker off. @@.bunny;"Nuh-uh, we're going on a trip!"@@ You're completely stunned, you don't find any words. @@.bunny;"Oh sorryyyyy@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, please don't cry! I super swear that I'm gonna take the choky off today, but we gotta do the trip first, you gotta promise!"@@<<endif>> At least that much you're getting. The choker <em>will</em> be out of your life before the day ends, that's the biggest worry off your mind. But it appears that her plans are still not quite at an end yet, what does she have in mind now... <<if $visitedParlour is 0 or $brainDrain gte 5>>[[You'll know in a second, as she speaks up again.|Day 7 - Piercing Proposition - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[You'll know in a second, as she speaks up again.|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

She tells you that there's something to take care off. You two take a cab, under the promise that she'll explain what's going on once you arrive. Finally, you do, and both of you step out, while you look where you are. <<if $visitedParlour is 1>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"You know this place already, don't you?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ wants to know. @@.red;"And@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ @@.red;too, I suppose?"@@ You nod. @@.red;"Well, today is going to be a bit different than your last visit, let's go in."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Didja go here yesterday?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ wants to know. @@.bunny;"So you met@@ @@.gunther;Gunny@@ @@.bunny;already?"@@ You nod. @@.bunny;"Today's gonna be way more exciting though, so let's go in!"@@<<endif>> As she tells you that, she already moved to the door, holding it open for you to [[step through.|Day 7 - In the Piercing Parlour - BIMBO]]<<else>>You've never been here, but you quickly understand what the meaning of this is, your eyes finding a piercing parlour, not far away from you. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> is smiling deviously, and already stands at the entrance door, holding it open for you to [[step through.|Day 7 - In the Piercing Parlour - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"So there's a little modification that's still available to you"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ begins. @@.red;"I know a clinic around here. Very discrete, very safe, very clean. Suppose you rather liked your new breasts, there are ways to enhance them... <em>permanently</em>."@@ Okay, it's very clear what she means.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Okie dokie, so we have that all clear. Now, let's talk about your titties!"@@ Here we go. @@.bunny;"I found a clinic that's super good and they can make 'em nice and big and squishy! Do you want that? I know you do, I know you do!"@@<<endif>> <<if $quizLost is 1>>\ \ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Normally, at this point you would've had a choice. But remember that <em>you</em> wanted to play games instead of obeying me? Well, you know what's coming now. For my prize, I want you to get your tits juiced up fine, to announce to the world how much you@@ @@.pink;want it to admire your rack@@@@.red;"@@, she commands, smiling widely.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Remember how I was way too smart for you yesterday? I totally won your own game!"@@, she gloats. @@.bunny;"And you said that I could get a wish. Don't lie, you said I would! So what I want you to do is to ask the nice doctor to give you super large, pretty titties to show@@ @@.pink;you love having them groped and fucked for fun time@@ @@.bunny;*giggle*."@@<<endif>> It seems like you have no choice. You promised her that much, and now [[your tits will pay the price.|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - BIMBO]]\ \ <<else>>You ponder this for a while. Maybe you want this? It doesn't occur to you exactly what that craving is, but you know it's there. Some part of you wants to have permanent, juicy @@.pink;titties@@. But "maybe" isn't an option here. You have to choose, <em>now</em>. <<if $brainDrain lt 7 or not settings.pussy>>\ \ <<if $bimbo is 2>>You want this? Really? You shake your head. It's a silly idea, are you really letting @@.bunny;Bunny@@ get to you so easily? Nah, that can't be it; you're a <<if $brainDrain gt 3>>@@.pink;silly slut@@<<else>>bit scatter-brained sometimes<<endif>> but you aren't that stupid. @@.pink;At least not yet.@@ Maybe... maybe you're actually intrigued by this? Alright, stop this, that's crazy. You don't want to @@.pink;juice up your titties until you have to crawl on the floor@@, not now, not ever. Just give her some excuse and she'll back down. @@.pink;"Uuuuh, I heard that large breasts can often cause back issues so... I'd love it, but I'm worried about my health. Thank you though, let's just get back home and finish up."@@ Perhaps that could've used some more enthusiasm to sell it, but whatever, you're not trying to fool Stephen Hawking here. @@.bunny;"Hmmmmm,"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ furrows her eyebrows. What for, stop, no thinking. Going home doesn't require thinking. Thinking's bad for you. @@.pink;Oh how right you are...@@ She jumps up and starts speaking again, @@.bunny;"<em>Oh</em>, I know! If you really love the idea so much, we're gonna get it done!"@@ Stop. Stop now. @@.bunny;"We're just gonna reduce your, like, natural titties by a cup size, then put in implants that are just as large! Oooooh@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you're gonna look so wonderful with the fakest jugs ever!"@@ She finishes off with a big hug that couldn't possibly make you more uncomfortable. Well, perhaps getting fake @@.pink;tits@@ could be less comfortable... @@.pink;You'll find out soon, don't worry about it!@@ [[Looks like you're not getting out of this one.|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - BIMBO][$chest -= 1]] [[Actually, I'd just like them to get bigger.|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - BIMBO]] @@.pink;Yes! Bigger is better!@@ <<if not settings.pussy>>[[Make another excuse.|Day 7 - Surgery Spurned - BIMBO]] You know you can do it, and she'll understand.<<endif>>\ \ <<else>>[[Yes, you want that surgery, please!|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - BIMBO]] [[No, you're not going to get breast surgery, no way.|Day 7 - Surgery Spurned - BIMBO]]\ <<endif>>\ \ <<else>>Is she kidding? Of course you want to! @@.pink;Say yes. <em>Right. Now.</em> You'll love yourself for making that call every day of your life.@@ You can't resist. @@.pink;That's right.@@ [[Beg her to juice up your titties.|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - BIMBO]]\ <<endif>>\ <<endif>>

Entering reveals a <<if $visitedParlour is 1>>familiar <<endif>>shop, quite worn out, but still clean. <<if $visitedParlour is 1>>From the back room, you hear the familiar giant's footsteps in reaction to your rather graceful movements. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ beams as brightly as ever at seeing you. @@.gunther;"Ah, it is good to see you again, lovely lady, vhat brings you to my fine shop today, hm?"@@ You look to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> since, actually, you don't know what brings you to his fine shop today. <<if $nipplePiercing is 0>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Isn't it obvious? I thought you might want to reconsider. I'm quite sure it won't be the last time you're inside@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;'s shop--"@@ what's that supposed to mean? @@.red;"--but it might be the last chance at nipple piercings."@@ Both of them look at you expecting an answer. [[Did you change your mind, and want to get a piercing now?|Day 7 - Piercing Pleasure - BIMBO]] or [[didn't you, and still politely refuse the offer?|Day 7 - Soul Stamp - BIMBO]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I thought maybe you wanted to actually get titty twisters right now! You'll be here lots more--"@@ what's that supposed to mean? @@.bunny;"--but not for a sexy titty piercing, probably."@@ Both of them look at you expecting an answer. [[Did you change your mind, and want to get a piercing now?|Day 7 - Piercing Pleasure - BIMBO]] or [[didn't you, and still politely refuse the offer?|Day 7 - Soul Stamp - BIMBO]]<<endif>>\ <<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Well, it's your first piercing, isn't it? I thought it would be prudent to have your <em>tits</em> checked, to make sure everything's healed nicely"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ explains to you.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"@@@@.gunther;Gunny@@ @@.bunny;always told me that checking new piercings is super important, so you better let him peek at your titties *teehee*"@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ visibly blushes at her comment.<<endif>> That's surprisingly thoughtful of her, you think. It hadn't even occurred to you to check up on the healing process of the tissue around the piercings. Of course you agree, slightly worried now that your constant thinking about the choker could've had adverse effects on your health. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ seems to do it expertly, looking very closely yet also determined not to appear too eager. @@.gunther;"I'm amazed by how quickly everything has healed. You are a very lucky girl! Your flesh must adapt very easily to changes, hm?"@@ You bet, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@... After he's finished your check-up, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> announces, that [[this is not the main reason she brought you here|Day 7 - Soul Stamp - BIMBO]], surprising exactly nobody.<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $visitedParlour is 0>>The creaking announces your presence to the apparent owner of the shop, who steps out of the back room to greet whoever entered. Towering before you is a very large man, not just tall, but also wide, with heavy shoulders and just as massive arms. His head is shaved, but he wears a very impressive brown beard, shaven only at the cheeks and hanging quite a distance from his chin. Despite his imposing stature, he gives you the most heartwarming smile you've ever seen as you enter. @@.gunther;"Ah, lovely ladies, velcome to my humble shop!"@@, his cheery appearance is infectious, you feel more lively already. @@.gunther;"My name is GÃ¼nther, but calling me Gunther is fine too, you Americans seem to have a bit of trouble vith Umlauten."@@ You have no idea what he's talking about, but he's laughing so heartily and smacking you on the shoulder, that you can't help but join in. @@.gunther;"Vhy don't you take a seat and I vill fetch a few samples for you to look at, hm?"@@, he asks you, gesturing toward a chair that looks like he also applies the piercings with the clients lying down on it. @@.pink;"That thing won't have shackles closing around my wrists and legs and holding me in place so you can fuck me and put piercings on whichever body part you please, right?"@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ looks at you with great confusion, furrowing his brows. He seems a bit more businesslike when he finally replies. @@.gunther;"Vell, it's not like I did many experiments vith it, but I don't think there is a direct correlation between spontaneous rape and customer satisfaction, so that plan hadn't occurred to me yet."@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ delivers that line with a deadpan expression, but breaks out in laughter a few seconds afterwards. @@.gunther;"You are a silly woman, you know that?"@@, he shouts at you playfully from the back room. You can't help but giggle a bit, despite just having made a complete fool of yourself. Your laughter is half directed at @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s comment, and half at his oddly selective accent. He reappears soon, bringing a tablet of different studs, tiny metal ornaments and little jewels in metal settings. Beneath those, he also has some small photos to show how they would look in various places, like the navel, the ear, the nose or @@.pink;the nipples@@. After giving you some time to think, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees your thoughtful grimacing as you look at photo after photo, stud after stud, and tries to provide some insight. @@.gunther;"If you don't mind, I'm happy to give you some personal advice."@@ You nod. @@.gunther;"Excuse my saying so, but seeing as you're pretty forvard with sexual matters, I vill comment that your breasts are quite firm and beautiful, and many men find a nipple piercing improves those qualities. Some vomen have told me that it feels vonderful as vell."@@ Well, I guess it comes down to your choice now. You can still back away, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ will probably understand, he seems so nice. Getting the piercing done would run you about $50. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Go ahead, make your own choice. There are no strings attached here, I promise, neither punishments nor reward. That doesn't mean I don't have a preference, of course."@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ smirks.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"It's totally up to you cutie, I won't tell you what to do. I would looooooove to see your titties pierced though, it'd look so hot on you@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ cheers you on.<<endif>> [[Get the nipple studs.|Day 7 - Piercing Pleasure - BIMBO]] [[Don't get the nipple studs.|Day 7 - Soul Stamp - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $nipplePiercing = 1>>@@.pink;"Yes. Please put two of those studs through my nipples"@@, you ask, @@.pink;beg@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@. @@.gunther;"Very vell, just lean back and relax. I vill prepare everything and explain vhat I do, vhen I do it."@@ He says. You try to follow his advice, just settling back into the chair and attempting to calm down, rather unsuccessfully. Quickly, you realise that this is less due to nervousness... @@.pink;but excitement@@. @@.gunther;"Okay, first I vill disinfect the spots, you von't really feel anything, just some fluid."@@ He says, then does so, and is right, it doesn't feel anything but a little cold as the air brushes over your wet nipples. @@.gunther;"The next part vill be rather painful. First, I vill use this clamp to fixate the spot your stud vill go in."@@ He shows you a clamp, clean-looking and the arms end in little rings, the piercings can go right through those. The clamp now attached to your left nipple, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ produces a needle. @@.gunther;"Now, I'll have to make the actual piercing vith this needle. This can hurt quite a lot, so better grab the chair if you're not used to pain. Try not moving around too much."@@ Damn, why did you decide to go for this, you're sca-- <strong>OW!</strong> You can't even finish your thoughts from the pain you're experiencing right now. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees you struggle and has a pained expression on his face, he feels for you. When did your breasts get so sensitive? You haven't even gotten over the first pain and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ already attached the clamp to your right @@.pink;tit@@. Only seconds later, the same pain shoots through you once again, leaving you quite sore. Fortunately, it's over as quickly and surprisingly as it began, just leaving a dull throb in the aftermath. @@.gunther;"That looked like it hurt a lot, I'm very sorry but it's part of the procedure. I hope you vill like the end result, we're almost finished. Just have tooooo... fertig!"@@ He exclaims after you vaguely feel something metal inserted into both of your nipples again. @@.gunther;"I vill fetch a small mirror for you. If you allow my saying so, it looks very beautiful on you!"@@, he tells you in his familiar, infectiously merry demeanour that makes you forget about the throbbing in your @@.pink;titties@@ for a moment. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns with a quite large mirror on wheels and an even wider smile than before. What a sweet guy, fetching that big mirror just for you. You look it and cautiously try to pose your breasts, careful not to move them too much. When you first lay eyes on the metal studs probing out of the centre of your areloae, a shiver runs down your spine, in a good way. It looks absolutely gorgeous on the @@.pink;new you@@ and you can't imagine ever taking it off again. It's accurate to say you absolutely fell in love with your new tit studs! @@.gunther;"I can tell by your face that you like it as much as me"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ takes you out of your reverie, hinting to you that your smile right now rivals his own. You can't deny that you're really happy with your choice, pay @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his kind and caring service and head home after thanking him profusely. <<set $cash -= 50>> <<if $brainDrain lt 5>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> smiles at you, evidently happy with your choice. The two of you [[head out|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]], where she reveals more to you.<<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> smiles at you, evidently happy with your choice. But she also explains that [[you aren't finished at the salon quite yet.|Day 7 - Soul Stamp - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<if $brainDrain lt 5>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Well, it's good that you made your choice. As I said, there would be no strings attached either way. That means we're finished here at the salon though. Thanks a lot,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;!"@@, she shouts over to the muscly man, who nods and smiles at her as [[the two of you leave.|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Alrighty, so you finished all the piercing choices and stuff, we're all done here now! Thanks so much@@ @@.gunther;Gunny@@@@.bunny;!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ cheers. The large man smiles and bids the two of you farewell, [[as you both leave.|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>\ \ <<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"So..."@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ starts and breathes out audibly, @@.red;"remember what I told you about letting yourself go too much?"@@, she wants to know, shooting you an accusing look. @@.red;"I'm not recalling the exact wording, but I'm pretty sure it was something along the lines of 'don't do it, unless you permanently want to stay a ditzy bimbo'. Guess what, I've got a pretty good picture of how you carried yourself this past week. You probably know what I'm going to tell you."@@ You're trembling a little at where this is going. @@.red;Bonnie@@ notices. @@.red;"Aww, don't be scared."@@ She smiles. You doubt it's a compassionate gesture. @@.red;"This isn't news to you. You've felt it haven't you?"@@ N-no? @@.red;"It's not going to change, this feeling. It's just going to stay, that's all."@@ You're not finding this overly comforting. @@.red;"So here's what we are going to do. And let me remind you, this is happening because of what <em>you</em> did. In any other scenario, you would have walked out of this parlour without this whole episode taking place."@@ All your fault? Right, starting with you putting that choker around your own neck! It seems @@.red;Bonnie@@ is suffering from selective memory. Or perhaps has a little Anton Chigurh streak in her life. Anyway, let's get on with this. @@.red;"You'll get a tattoo. Now that in itself isn't all that special, is it? Then again, wearing jewelry around your neck isn't either, under ordinary circumstances. But since we're operating in rather extraordinary realms, let me elaborate." "You're not getting normal ink. No, instead I've asked my friends at the corporation for something special. Similar stuff to the choker apparently, just in liquid form. Put that under your skin and it'll apply its effects permanently. Only problem is, since it had to be liquefied, it's not quite as strong. What that means is, one of these tattoos is useless to actually advance a transformation in somebody, however it is perfect to avoid it regressing." "Put simply, no matter how long your choker is off, no matter how much you control yourself from now on, no matter how much you try to deny it...@@ @@.pink;<em>You're a bimbo for life!</em>@@@@.red;"@@, it hits you like a train. @@.red;"Isn't that great? You've been such a magnificent@@ @@.pink;whore@@ @@.red;that your body will expect you to remain one. Who knows, maybe one day your brain will physically regress, you'll stay like this forever! The sky's the limit, honey."@@ She's enjoying this so much, it increases your pain tenfold. You've given in so readily, you couldn't even contain your impulses for one week. Now you'll reap what you've sown over the past seven days. There's no way out of this, @@.red;Bonnie@@ is way too alert to make any attempt to escape, and besides, how would you get the choker off then? It'd leave you in an identically compromising situation. @@.red;"However, as always, I'm a woman of the people. That's why I'm kind enough to let you choose what you want to get tattooed. I believe a tramp stamp would be the most fitting, don't you? It's going to ingrain perfected Bimboness right into your soul, so... more like a Soul Stamp?"@@ She laughs at this. You don't. @@.red;"Decision time. Your five choices are: [[Ditzy Dolly|Day 7 - Ditzy Dolly - BIMBO]] [[Boobacious Bimbo|Day 7 - Boobacious Bimbo - BIMBO]] or [[Tasty Titties|Day 7 - Tasty Titties - BIMBO]] [[Naughty Nympho|Day 7 - Naughty Nympho - BIMBO]] [[Voluptuous Vixen|Day 7 - Voluptuous Vixen - BIMBO]]"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Wooowiiiiie@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you've been, like, such an amazing whore this week! You make me look innocent in comparison *giggle*" "I totally warned you though that if you become totally super duper slutty, that you're gonna stay my@@ @@.pink;slutty sis@@ @@.bunny;forever!"@@ You're shuddering. Did she really? @@.bunny;"Or did I? I don't know, Bunny forget so much... but I'm telling you now! Anyways, let's stop with the funny talk, it like totally happened, so now you'll get to be my@@ @@.pink;lovey dovey sis@@ @@.bunny;for life!"@@ You start to tremble slightly as she says this. @@.bunny;"Oh come on, admit it, you totally knew. Just, like, think about how much tasty dick and yummy sex you had last week? What did you think it would take? *giggle* Well now you knooooow, you totally did it!" "That's why you're gonna get a tattoo today. It's not just a normal tattoo though, it's super special. The nice lady explained it to me, but the words she used were like waaaaaaay too big. She went all nice and slow for me afterwards and what she said to me was... ummmmm"@@ She has to think really hard to remember this, in her usual cartoonish manner. It does very little to relieve the tremendous tension coursing through your body right now. @@.bunny;"Oh righty! It's like, the stuff from the choker, just all squicky now, to go in the tattoo needle thingy. That makes it waaaayyy less fun though, so you won't get sluttier at all, but with the tattoo, it'll totally keep you super sexy and smart forever and ever! <em>You'll never ever stop being my bimbo sis!</em>"@@ You can't move. You're frozen in shock. @@.bunny;"OMG, look at you, you can't believe your luck, huh? I couldn't either, but this way we'll stay together forever and we'll have so much fun, I promise! *giggle* I'm so happy I can't believe it myself!"@@ She gives you a forceful hug, one that makes you sincerely doubt whether you're actually upset about this. That very fact only serves to scare you much more though. You've given in so readily, you couldn't even contain your impulses for one week. Now you'll reap what you've sown over the past seven days. There's no way out of this, escape would be useless, how would you get the choker off then? It'd leave you in an identically compromising situation. @@.bunny;"I already decided it should go right above your cute butt, a nice and pretty tramp stamp! The nice lady told me to make a funny joke here and say something with 'Soul Stamp' in it, but I don't remember anything else. I hope you find that funny, because I didn't understand it *teehee*. You're totally allowed to choose the words though, because they confuse me anyway..."@@ Pick one of these five options: [[Ditzy Dolly|Day 7 - Ditzy Dolly - BIMBO]] [[Boobacious Bimbo|Day 7 - Boobacious Bimbo - BIMBO]] [[Tasty Titties|Day 7 - Tasty Titties - BIMBO]] [[Naughty Nympho|Day 7 - Naughty Nympho - BIMBO]] [[Voluptuous Vixen|Day 7 - Voluptuous Vixen - BIMBO]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattooname = "@@.pink;Ditzy Dolly@@">><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"How adorable! I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"HOW CUUUUUUUUTE! I'm so jealous!"@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of excitement. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly.<<if $bimbo is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.bunny;"Actually, I wanna get one too. Same place, same size.@@ @@.pink;'Tasty Titties'@@ @@.bunny; for me, please *giggle*."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. Then again, it kind of doesn't... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $bimbo is 2>> @@.bunny;Bunny@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $bimbo is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.pink;adorab--@@embarassing text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.pink;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.pink;your new title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far.<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.bunny;"OMG, you look so cute! Now we're literally sisters!"@@ You hate to admit that you're feeling a jolt of excitement at that statement. You love pointing out that she has quite a distorted interpretation of the word "literally". @@.bunny;"We're still not done though, there's another hot idea I've got to talk to you about!"@@ [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattooname = "@@.pink;Boobacious Bimbo@@">><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Straight and to the point. I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Ooooh, that's so true! That's gonna look super pretty!"@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of excitement. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly.<<if $bimbo is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.bunny;"Actually, I wanna get one too. Same place, same size.@@ @@.pink;'Tasty Titties'@@ @@.bunny; for me, please *giggle*."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. Then again, it kind of doesn't... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $bimbo is 2>> @@.bunny;Bunny@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $bimbo is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding @@.pink;your new title@@, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.pink;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.pink;your new title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far.<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.bunny;"OMG, you look so cute! We're still not done though, there's another hot idea I've got to talk to you about!"@@ [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattooname = "@@.pink;Tasty Titties@@">><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Seriously? You must really love your new position, your brain already matches it. I'm so happy for you!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ is set into a fit of giggles, you can tell she's in love with your choice. You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of excitement too. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly.<<if $bimbo is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.bunny;"Actually, I wanna get the same for me, please *giggle*."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. Then again, it kind of doesn't... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $bimbo is 2>> @@.bunny;Bunny@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $bimbo is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.pink;insightful@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.pink;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.pink;your new purpose@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far.<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.bunny;"OMG, you look so cute! Now we're literally sisters!"@@ You hate to admit that you're feeling a jolt of excitement at that statement. You love pointing out that she has quite a distorted interpretation of the word "literally". @@.bunny;"We're still not done though, there's another hot idea I've got to talk to you about!"@@ [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $chestImplant = 1>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>>\ \ <<if $brainDrain gte 8 and settings.bimbo>>So you step into the clinic, ready to get your new implants. <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>Hurry up, hurry up... you're getting restless now.<<endif>> A petite, gorgeous doctor approaches you. Her looks are definitely <em>enhanced</em> though, very obviously so. It probably makes sense, just like tattoo artists having tattoos. @@.pink;Maybe you should ask her for an assistant's job, or better yet, a secretary's. There might even be an employee discount!@@ The beautiful blonde approaches you. @@.astrid;"Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Astrid. I run this clinic and@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> @@.astrid;here has already explained your preferences to me. If you are nervous at all, I can hopefully alleviate your worries by saying the procedure is very simple and will likely take an hour at most."@@ That does indeed calm you down a little. @@.astrid;"Now, up until recently"@@, she goes on, @@.astrid;"there were some dangers involved with breast implants. Things like torn implants and such could be quite serious, if it happened to you, even if it was unlikely."@@ She directs you over to a seat in one of the patient rooms, and straps you in, explaining that you simply shouldn't move around too much during the operation. This time, you don't feel quite as calm. @@.astrid;"Interestingly enough, your companion here made a rather curious donation. A compound like I've never seen before. We studied it a while, and think it could make a terrific addition to the field of plastic surgery, eliminating that risk entirely. Of course, this is all highly unofficial, but given our excessive and thorough testing, I can assure you nothing will go wrong, you'll love the result!"@@ "Unofficial". "Curious". "Nothing will go wrong". You know why you've been strapped in right away. They're injecting you with something now though, and you already feel like the straps will be wholly unnecessary just shortly thereafter. @@.astrid;"Aaaaand, there she goes..."@@, are the last, very unprofessional, words that you hear before [[drifting into sleep.|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender 2 - BIMBO]]\ \ <<else>>So you step into the clinic, ready to get your new implants. <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>Hurry up, hurry up... you're getting restless now.<<endif>> A petite, gorgeous doctor approaches you. Her looks are definitely <em>enhanced</em> though, very obviously so. It probably makes sense, just like tattoo artists having tattoos. @@.pink;Maybe you should ask her for an assistant's job, or better yet, a secretary's. There might even be an employee discount!@@ The beautiful blonde approaches you. @@.purple;"Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Astrid. I run this clinic and@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> @@.purple;here has already explained your preferences to me. If you are nervous at all, I can hopefully alleviate your worries by saying the procedure is very simple and will likely take an hour at most."@@ That does indeed calm you down a little. @@.purple;"Now, up until recently"@@, she goes on, @@.purple;"there were some dangers involved with breast implants. Things like torn implants and such could be quite serious, if it happened to you, even if it was unlikely."@@ She directs you over to a seat in one of the patient rooms, and straps you in, explaining that you simply shouldn't move around too much during the operation. This time, you don't feel quite as calm. @@.purple;"Interestingly enough, your companion here made a rather curious donation. A compound like I've never seen before. We studied it a while, and think it could make a terrific addition to the field of plastic surgery, eliminating that risk entirely. Of course, this is all highly unofficial, but given our excessive and thorough testing, I can assure you nothing will go wrong, you'll love the result!"@@ "Unofficial". "Curious". "Nothing will go wrong". You know why you've been strapped in right away. They're injecting you with something now though, and you already feel like the straps will be wholly unnecessary just shortly thereafter. @@.purple;"Aaaaand, there she goes..."@@, are the last, very unprofessional, words that you hear before [[drifting into sleep.|Day 7 - Surgery Surrender 2 - BIMBO]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Very well. I said you had a choice, and I'll keep my word,"@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ tells you. @@.red;"Today will be quite simple then."@@ As she says that, you can hear the disappointment in her voice. That can only be a good thing for you!<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Awwwwww,"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ sighs. @@.bunny;"You're super boring@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you know that?"@@ Never before did you feel so good about being a boring and unimpressive person. @@.bunny;"You'll need to learn a lot more! But that's what I'm here for *teehee*"@@ That sounds rather frightening.<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain gte 6 and settings.early>>[[''There's something else, though...''|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery - BIMBO]] she announces ominously, your heart sinking all the way to your feet.\ \ <<else>><<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>[[''Let's go on,''|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[''Let's go on,''|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<endif>> she tells you.\ \ <<endif>>

So the two of you make your way home. Uncertainty nagging at you, you were unable to really sit still or relax in the cab, it's simply too unsettling, thinking of all the possible tricks that may still await you today, as if what you've been through already wasn't enough. Your relaxation technique from the parlour already met its match. <<if $bimbo is 1>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.red;"You've been through a lot today. You probably hate me right now."@@ She's got that right. @@.red;"But I hope you can see that this is still a lesson to you. A harsh one, to be sure, but what do you think could have happened to <em>me</em>? Did you think about that at all?"@@ You keep quiet. @@.red;"Right."@@ A long pause, silent and uncomfortable. @@.red;"So you're waiting to get your choker off, probably since the moment I've stepped through this door the first time today. Come here."@@ You respond, hesitantly, to her command. Approaching her, your heart beats so much faster, you just want this thing off you. She motions for you to turn around, and you do. As you hear the *click*ing sound, followed by the relief of pressure around your throat, [[your heart stops beating for a whole minute, it feels like.|Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]]\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.bunny;"Wow, you totally did all that I wanted you to do today! You're like, such a happy@@ @@.pink;bimbo@@@@.bunny;, aren't you?"@@ You just glare at her, but she doesn't seem to mind. @@.bunny;"I mean, you can't deny that all of it is super fun, you should just enjoy yourself, ya know? You're probably waiting to get the choky off, right?"@@ You just look at her, something between annoyed and angry. Nuances like that are mostly lost on @@.bunny;Bunny@@, but they sure help your temper. She made a promise, and now it's time for her to come through, especially after all the hoops you had to jump through just today, not to mention the rest of the week. @@.bunny;"Okay, okay, geez! Don't get so pouty."@@ She mimicks your frown. @@.bunny;"Come here"@@, she beckons you over. Approaching her, your heart beats so much faster, you just want this thing off you. She motions for you to turn around, and you do. As you hear the *click*ing sound, followed by the relief of pressure around your throat, [[your heart then stops beating for a whole minute, it feels like.|Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<if $brainDrain gte 8 and settings.bimbo>>You feel yourself slowly arising out of sleep... That's right, you were ane... ani... anaesthetised. Looks like you flattered yourself a little too much, maybe stick to "drugged" next time you're barely awakening from heavy medication. Mentally debating interior monologue linguistics for only a few seconds more, you start focussing on what you can hear, your sight still being rather blurry. @@.astrid;"...and don't worry, it's well-connected to the tissue around it. Nobody is going to get that implant out without serious invasive surgery."@@ You've just had surgery, and they're talking about more surgery already? <em>Doctors</em>... @@.astrid;"It appears our guest is ready to join us in reality again"@@, you hear @@.astrid;Astrid@@ joke. @@.astrid;"Well-rested, sweetness?"@@, she asks you. You're not sure if she's mocking you or trying to be funny and cheerful. @@.astrid;"There shouldn't be any problems with the healing process, maybe put an ice pack or two on your chest for the day and you should feel just marvelous tomorrow. I'll fetch a mirror so you can see the final result."@@ So at least recovery time seems to be reasonable. What was it she said right when you were coming up about tissue though? You better ask, and do so before she can even bring up the mirror in front of you. @@.pink;"W-what did you... you say about tissue and... inva--invasive surgery?"@@ Oh wow, those drugs knocked you out well and thoroughly. You're not quite there yet, it seems. @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s porcelain white skin turns fire truck red at that question. @@.astrid;"I... uuh... that's just medical mumbo jumbo, don't worry your pretty little head about it, it looks fantastic!"@@ Don't worry about it? Now you're worried. @@.astrid;"How about that language though?"@@, she laughs, trying to deflect. @@.astrid;"You should definitely take a bit more of a rest, don't strain yourself too much. Tomorrow you'll be completely fine, I promise, you'll be all healed up tomorrow, and by then the anaesthetic will have worn off too."@@ She's deflecting suspiciously, you think you may have made a mistake here. @@.pink;Or perhaps it was the best decision of your life@@, your brain tells you, as @@.astrid;Astrid@@ raises the mirror in front of you and your @@.pink;titties@@ are conquering your field of view. It's not that they're necessarily <em>bigger</em> but they're demanding attention. They are perfectly round, quite literally globes, sitting on your chest, and seem not to sag in the slightest. When you try to heft one of them, you flinch. You can feel they're less squishy in the front than they were previously, but you can't touch them for too long, they're rather sore. After the pain subsides though... there's a tingle in them? What the hell, you only touched them for a second. @@.pink;Hmm, that probably means you should invite somebody over to touch them lots more!@@ Whatever your concerns and whatever your brain tries to suggest to you, you can't deny that your new tits look stunning on you @@.pink;and you can't wait to try them out@@. Goddamn, that's enough now! You just thank @@.astrid;Astrid@@ for her services and decide that it would be a good idea to keep an eye on her, should you ever encounter her again. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> smiles at you, <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>even wider than she did after your piercing was in place, <<endif>>more than pleased about the choice you made, you'd bet. \ \ <<if $brainDrain gte 6 and settings.early>>[[''There's something else, though...''|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery - BIMBO]] she suddenly announces, your heart sinking all the way to your feet.\ \ <<else>>She leads you to the exit, and reassuringly tells you what a @@.pink;good girl@@ you've been. And @@.pink;good girls@@ are allowed to \ <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>[[return home after a stressful day.|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]\ <<elseif $bimboTattoo is 1>>[[return home after a stressful day.|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - BIMBO]]\ <<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<else>>You feel yourself slowly arising out of sleep... That's right, you were ane... ani... anaesthetised. Looks like you flattered yourself a little too much, maybe stick to "drugged" next time you're barely awakening from heavy medication. Mentally debating interior monologue linguistics for only a few seconds more, you start focussing on what you can hear, your sight still being rather blurry. @@.purple;"...and don't worry, it's well-connected to the tissue around it. Nobody is going to get that implant out without serious invasive surgery."@@ You've just had surgery, and they're talking about more surgery already? <em>Doctors</em>... @@.purple;"It appears our guest is ready to join us in reality again"@@, you hear @@.purple;Astrid@@ joke. @@.purple;"Well-rested, sweetness?"@@, she asks you. You're not sure if she's mocking you or trying to be funny and cheerful. @@.purple;"There shouldn't be any problems with the healing process, maybe put an ice pack or two on your chest for the day and you should feel just marvelous tomorrow. I'll fetch a mirror so you can see the final result."@@ So at least recovery time seems to be reasonable. What was it she said right when you were coming up about tissue though? You better ask, and do so before she can even bring up the mirror in front of you. @@.pink;"W-what did you... you say about tissue and... inva--invasive surgery?"@@ Oh wow, those drugs knocked you out well and thoroughly. You're not quite there yet, it seems. @@.purple;Astrid@@'s porcelain white skin turns fire truck red at that question. @@.purple;"I... uuh... that's just medical mumbo jumbo, don't worry your pretty little head about it, it looks fantastic!"@@ Don't worry about it? Now you're worried. @@.purple;"How about that language though?"@@, she laughs, trying to deflect. @@.purple;"You should definitely take a bit more of a rest, don't strain yourself too much. Tomorrow you'll be completely fine, I promise, you'll be all healed up tomorrow, and by then the anaesthetic will have worn off too."@@ She's deflecting suspiciously, you think you may have made a mistake here. @@.pink;Or perhaps it was the best decision of your life@@, your brain tells you, as @@.purple;Astrid@@ raises the mirror in front of you and your @@.pink;titties@@ are conquering your field of view. It's not that they're necessarily much <em>bigger</em> but they're demanding attention. They are perfectly round, quite literally globes, sitting on your chest, and seem not to sag in the slightest. When you try to heft one of them, you flinch. You can feel they're less squishy in the front than they were previously, but you can't touch them for too long, they're rather sore. After the pain subsides though... there's a tingle in them? What the hell, you only touched them for a second. @@.pink;Hmm, that probably means you should invite somebody over to touch them lots more!@@ Whatever your concerns and whatever your brain tries to suggest to you, you can't deny that your new tits look stunning on you @@.pink;and you can't wait to try them out@@. Goddamn, that's enough now! You just thank @@.purple;Astrid@@ for her services and decide that it would be a good idea to keep an eye on her, should you ever encounter her again. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> smiles at you, <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>even wider than she did after your piercing was in place, <<endif>>more than pleased about the choice you made, you'd bet. \ \ <<if $brainDrain gte 6 and settings.early>>[[''There's something else, though...''|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery - BIMBO]] she suddenly announces, your heart sinking all the way to your feet.\ \ <<else>>She leads you to the exit, and reassuringly tells you what a @@.pink;good girl@@ you've been. And @@.pink;good girls@@ are allowed to \ <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>[[return home after a stressful day.|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]\ <<elseif $bimboTattoo is 1>>[[return home after a stressful day.|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - BIMBO]]\ <<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

So the two of you make your way home. Uncertainty nagging at you, you were unable to really sit still or relax in the cab, it's simply too unsettling, thinking of all the possible tricks that may still await you today, as if what you've been through already wasn't enough. Your relaxation technique from the parlour already met its match. <<if $bimbo is 1>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.red;"You've been through a lot today. You probably hate me right now."@@ She's got that right. @@.red;"But I hope you can see that this is still a lesson to you. A harsh one, to be sure, but what do you think could have happened to <em>me</em>? Did you think about that at all?"@@ You keep quiet. @@.red;"Right."@@ A long pause, silent and uncomfortable. @@.red;"So you're waiting to get your choker off, probably since the moment I've stepped through this door the first time today. Come here."@@ You respond, hesitantly, to her command. Approaching her, your heart beats so much faster, you just want this thing off you. She motions for you to turn around, and you do. As you hear the *click*ing sound, followed by the relief of pressure around your throat, [[your heart stops beating for a whole minute, it feels like.|Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo On - BIMBO]]\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.bunny;"Wow, you totally did all that I wanted you to do today! And you got such a cuuuuuuuuuuuute tattoo! It looks super sexy on you! You're like, such a happy@@ @@.pink;bimbo@@@@.bunny;, aren't you?"@@ You just glare at her, but she doesn't seem to mind. @@.bunny;"I mean, you can't deny that all of it is super fun, you should just enjoy yourself, ya know? You're probably waiting to get the choky off, right?"@@ You just look at her, something between annoyed and angry. Nuances like that are mostly lost on @@.bunny;Bunny@@, but they sure help your temper. She made a promise, and now it's time for her to come through, especially after all the hoops you had to jump through just today, not to mention the rest of the week. @@.bunny;"Okay, okay, geez! Don't get so pouty."@@ She mimicks your frown. @@.bunny;"Come here"@@, she beckons you over. Approaching her, your heart beats so much faster, you just want this thing off you. She motions for you to turn around, and you do. As you hear the *click*ing sound, followed by the relief of pressure around your throat, [[your heart then stops beating for a whole minute, it feels like.|Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo On - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $bimboStats = 2>><<set $bimboChoker = 0>>The reason for this is, that you feel nearly the same. There's still that buzzing activity in your skull, wrestling for power. Your facial expression screams despair, and it doesn't go unnoticed. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Didn't I mention that things wouldn't just go back to normal right away? Perhaps I haven't, so I'm telling you now. I can see that you're confused and frightened, but there's no reason to." "I experienced the very same thing when I underwent those changes and then took the choker off. My time under its influence was limited, and so were the repercussions, but it was still clearly noticeable, the@@ @@.pink;fog@@ @@.red;inside your head still accompanying you everywhere. It ebbs away with time, I feel rather clear-headed now, despite any lack or abundance of sex."@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Sweetie, why do you look like a scaredy cat? Ooooh, I get it, it's because you still feel all foggy and funny? *teehee* That's totally normal@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;. Geez, you don't know anything, do you? *giggle*" "It's like, it doesn't just leave super fast and all. And why would you even want it to?! You're such a party pooper. But yeah, it's gonna go away all slow, but it'll totally leave some time later, don't worry your pretty little head about it! Just gotta wait a month is all."<<endif>> Hearing this relieves you a great deal. Immediately, you drop on the bed like the weight that dropped off your shoulders, your heart beat normalising after you processed this piece of news. For now, you just content yourself with sitting on the edge of your bed, celebrating that you actually fought the choker. You did it! You'll be able to return to normal once you've dealt with... her. Just getting her to leave and then thinking about where to start over and you should be fine. However your celebrations are cut short when you <<if $brainDrain gte 9 and settings.bimbo>>[[feel a familiar pressure on your throat|Day 7 - Becoming a True Bimbo Sister]] <strong>THIS IS CURRENTLY A PLACEHOLDER FOR A FUTURE FEATURE.</strong> Please turn off the "Bimbo Sister" option in the settings, return one step and come back to this passage to continue playing.<<else>>[[feel a familiar pressure on your throat|Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]]<<endif>>, followed by a *click*ing sound that echoes through every fiber in your body.

<<set $bimboStats = 2>><<set $bimboChoker = 0>>The reason for that is simple, it's because you feel exactly the same. Your throat is evidently clear of the choker, yet the fog is still tied around your brain. Well, one thing <em>is</em> different. You're acutely aware of your condition now, in ways you weren't before. You're aware that your name shouldn't be @@.pink;Kandi@@. @@.pink;Oh, but it should...@@ You're aware you're not dressing the way you nomally would. You're wearing makeup. You're leaning forward and exposing your cleavage subtly, every so often. You're wondering @@.pink;how many dicks you can stuff in between them@@. You start to panic internally, and that doesn't go unnoticed. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I told you the feelings would remain exactly the same"@@, she says, reading you perfectly.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Didn't I explain the nice tattoo to you?"@@, she asks, reading you perfectly.<<endif>> You can't believe this is happening. Strictly following the goal, "investigate the choker and get it off on Sunday", apparently wasn't enough. You couldn't do it. Knees trembling, you move over to your bed, sitting down on it, until even that isn't enough, and you just lie back for a minute. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> takes a seat on the other side of your double bed. Thoughts are racing through your head, but they're incoherent, mere symptoms of your sheer panic. You need something to relax you, something simple would do. So you just sit up, flip your hair over your shoulder -- it's gotten quite long, hasn't it? -- and just start stroking it. Surprisingly, that actually goes a long way, your heart beat is slowing with every stroke of your @@.pink;gorgeous@@ mane. It's a ridiculously girly posture, but that's the least of your problems at the moment. Especially so when you <<if $brainDrain gte 8 and settings.bimbo>>[[feel a familiar pressure on your throat.|Day 7 - Becoming a True Bimbo Sister]]<<else>>[[feel a familiar pressure on your throat.|Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo On - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $cumslutStats = 1>><<set $cumslutChoker = 1>><<set $nameColour = 2>>Right after that clicking sound, you feel odd. It's subtle, but you feel your stomach pinching in, grumbling in a very low tone. This can't be good. All you manage is a gasp, you're absolutely stunned. At a loss for words, you run to the nearest mirror, quickly confirming that you are now a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@, it would seem. Your knees almost give out below you, so you quickly sit down before addressing the problem. @@.azure;"Why? Why did you do this?"@@, your voice is quivering beyond recognition, and it sounds a bit more seductive and sultry too? @@.azure;"I jumped through every hoop you threw at me! I did just as you said, made my choices, and now you're putting me through this again? I don't understand, give me a reason!"@@ Your voice is definitely a @@.azure;seductress@@' now, there's no doubt about it. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Oh look here, playing the victim now, are we? Do I need to go through everything again? How I had to fear for my personality remaining intact? You should know what that feels like. I've been through both, and believe me, I had more than a week or two. Perhaps not consecutively, but regardless, you should work on that self-centered attitude. You're starting to piss me off, and I don't think you want that..."@@, she finishes, before rummaging through her things. You have it in your mind to flee right now, you'll never escape her crazy plans otherwise! Just as you take a first hasty step, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@'s voice from behind. @@.red;"You will lie down on the bed, you little@@ @@.azure;cum dump@@@@.red;."@@ Momentarily, your body freezes up, turns on its heels, and speaks up in a robotic voice. @@.azure;"Yes, Mistress."@@ Completely out of control, your body just moves over to the bed, lying down, and awaiting what will happen next, powerless. @@.red;Bonnie@@ used the choker like that for the first time, you'd hoped this kind of thing wouldn't be possible. You're at her mercy now, more than you ever were before. The thought... gives you a massive erection, and a tingle in your rear? What is this about now? Before you can find an answer to that question, @@.red;Bonnie@@ rises before you, [[a gigantic rubber cock protruding from her pelvis|Day 7 - Bonnie Sluttifies, No Tattoo - BIMBO]], making your sphincter twitch and sweat in anticipation.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"You totally don't wanna be my@@ @@.azure;bimbo sis@@ @@.bunny;and I don't understand why"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ cries. @@.bunny;"I like, did so much for you to have fun last week and you totally still pout all the time. Bunny doesn't want@@ @@.azure;sis@@ @@.bunny;to be sad. So Bunny is going to make@@ @@.azure;sis@@ @@.bunny;feel good until she can't be sad anymore, forever and ever!"@@ You can't believe what you're hearing, you're absolutely terrified. There's no way you can get out of this. It's impossible to play by her rules and still leave unaffected. Hell, you've already been altered so much... and it will only get worse. You have to get out of here. Barely having taken your first step, a voice from behind you chastises your plan before you even started. @@.bunny;"Nuh-uh, you so won't! Lie down on the bed and wait for me to@@ @@.azure;suck and fuck you happy@@@@.bunny;!"@@ Momentarily, your body freezes up, turns on its heels, and speaks up in a robotic voice. @@.azure;"Yes, Mistress"@@, eliciting a giggle from @@.bunny;Bunny@@. Completely out of control, your body just moves over to the bed, lying down, and awaiting what will happen next. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ used the choker like that for the first time, you'd hoped this kind of thing wouldn't be possible. You're at her mercy now, more than you ever were before. The thought... gives you a massive erection, and a tingle in your rear? What is this about now? Before you can find an answer to that question, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ rises before you, [[a gigantic rubber cock protruding from her pelvis|Day 7 - Bonnie Sluttifies, No Tattoo - BIMBO]], making your sphincter twitch and sweat in anticipation.<<endif>>

<<set $cumslutStats = 1>><<set $cumslutChoker = 1>><<set $nameColour = 2>>Right after that clicking sound, you feel odd. It's subtle, but you feel your stomach pinching in, grumbling in a very low tone. This can't be good. All you manage is a gasp, you're absolutely stunned. At a loss for words, you run to the nearest mirror, quickly confirming that you are now a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@, it would seem. Your knees almost give out below you, so you quickly sit down before addressing the problem. @@.azure;"Why? Why did you do this?"@@, your voice is quivering beyond recognition, and it sounds a bit more seductive and sultry too? @@.azure;"I jumped through every hoop you threw at me! I did just as you said, made my choices, and now you're putting me through this again? I even got a tattoo that makes me a@@ @@.pink;bimbo@@ @@.azure;for the rest of my <em>life</em>, and massive fake titties on top of that. I don't understand, give me a reason!"@@ Your voice is definitely a @@.azure;seductress@@' now, there's no doubt about it. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Oh look here, playing the victim now, are we? Do I need to go through everything again? How I had to fear for my personality remaining intact? You should know what that feels like. I've been through both, and believe me, I had more than a week or two. Perhaps not consecutively, but regardless, you should work on that self-centered attitude. You're starting to piss me off, and I don't think you want that..."@@, she finishes, before rummaging through her things. You have it in your mind to flee right now, you'll never escape her crazy plans otherwise! Just as you take a first hasty step, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@'s voice from behind. @@.red;"You will lie down on the bed, you little@@ @@.azure;cum dump@@@@.red;."@@ Momentarily, your body freezes up, turns on its heels, and speaks up in a robotic voice. @@.azure;"Yes, Mistress."@@ Completely out of control, your body just moves over to the bed, lying down, and awaiting what will happen next, powerless. @@.red;Bonnie@@ used the choker like that for the first time, you'd hoped this kind of thing wouldn't be possible. You're at her mercy now, more than you ever were before. The thought... gives you a massive erection, and a tingle in your rear? What is this about now? Before you can find an answer to that question, @@.red;Bonnie@@ rises before you, [[a gigantic rubber cock protruding from her pelvis|Day 7 - Bonnie Sluttifies, Tattoo - BIMBO]], making your sphincter twitch and sweat in anticipation.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"You totally don't wanna be my@@ @@.azure;bimbo sis@@ @@.bunny;and I don't understand why"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ cries. @@.bunny;"I like, did so much for you to have fun last week and you totally still pout all the time. Bunny doesn't want@@ @@.azure;sis@@ @@.bunny;to be sad. So Bunny is going to make@@ @@.azure;sis@@ @@.bunny;feel good until she can't be sad anymore, forever and ever!"@@ You can't believe what you're hearing, you're absolutely terrified. There's no way you can get out of this. It's impossible to play by her rules and still leave unaffected. Hell, you've already been altered so much... and it will only get worse. You have to get out of here. Barely having taken your first step, a voice from behind you chastises your plan before you even started. @@.bunny;"Nuh-uh, you so won't! Lie down on the bed and wait for me to@@ @@.azure;suck and fuck you happy@@@@.bunny;!"@@ Momentarily, your body freezes up, turns on its heels, and speaks up in a robotic voice. @@.azure;"Yes, Mistress"@@, eliciting a giggle from @@.bunny;Bunny@@. Completely out of control, your body just moves over to the bed, lying down, and awaiting what will happen next. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ used the choker like that for the first time, you'd hoped this kind of thing wouldn't be possible. You're at her mercy now, more than you ever were before. The thought... gives you a massive erection, and a tingle in your rear? What is this about now? Before you can find an answer to that question, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ rises before you, [[a gigantic rubber cock protruding from her pelvis|Day 7 - Bonnie Sluttifies, Tattoo - BIMBO]], making your sphincter twitch and sweat in anticipation.<<endif>>

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"This is going to be so much fun"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ chuckles. @@.red;"And what was your little escape all about? Think this through. Let's say you make it out of the door, what then? You're gonna keep wearing that choker for all eternity? That's not going to leave you any better than indulging me for a bit. Besides, I can talk to you through the choker, remember? If you really did skip town, you can count on me being mad, and on you finding yourself wrapped around many delicious rods at my order."@@ Even if your body was under your command right now, you'd be frozen in shock at that scenario. @@.red;"You should remember that I'm giving you fair chances too. I haven't told you to wear the choker indefinitely. Another week will suffice entirely. Of course, you have no guarantee that I won't place another choker around your neck, but my motivation certainly dies with next Sunday. You'll have had about as much exposure to the choker as I did, to the same kinds of chokers I wore. The lesson finishes. So you have something to look forward to, next Sunday will be another fateful moment in your life. You've done a decent job restraining yourself this week, but now..."@@, she liberally squirts lube on her huge strap-on, @@.red;"<em>go wild!</em>"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"This will be soooooooo fun, I swear, you're gonna love it!"@@ You want to disagree, but the anticipatory moan escaping your mouth betrays you. @@.bunny;"*teehee* That's what I like to hear! But why were you running@@ @@.azure;sis@@@@.bunny;? That's so dumb! Remember, you can't take the choky off, and you want to stay an icky boy, right? That's super hard with the choky around your neck all the time." "And I can totally give you calls and stuff, don't forget. I can be like 'give that cute guy a blowie' and you'll totally have to do it, because I'm Miss Triss! *teehee* I probably should do that already, that sounds so fun! But it's confusing too, I thought my name is Bunny?"@@ She apparently still wrestles with that one, even a week later. @@.bunny;"Anywayyyyy, it's time for you to spread your legs you <em>horny slut</em> *giggle*"@@<<endif>> Instinctively, your legs part, making you look so deliciously @@.azure;slutty@@, before you pull down your underwear and free up access to your already quite lubricated @@.azure;cum tunnel@@. Shivers run up and down your spine relentlessly at the submissive display you're putting on, and they turn into fiery explosions as <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> [[pushes past your sphincter.|Day 7 - Bonnie Deflowering, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"This is going to be so much fun"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ chuckles. @@.red;"And what was your little escape all about? Think this through. Let's say you make it out of the door, what then? You're gonna keep wearing that choker for all eternity? That's not going to leave you any better than indulging me for a bit. Besides, I can talk to you through the choker, remember? If you really did skip town, you can count on me being mad, and on you finding yourself wrapped around many delicious rods at my order."@@ Even if your body was under your command right now, you'd be frozen in shock at that scenario. @@.red;"You should remember that I'm giving you fair chances too. I haven't told you to wear the choker indefinitely. Another week will suffice entirely. Of course, you have no guarantee that I won't place another choker around your neck, but my motivation certainly dies with next Sunday. You'll have had about as much exposure to the choker as I did, to the same kinds of chokers I wore. The lesson finishes. So you have something to look forward to, next Sunday will be another fateful moment in your life. Maybe restrain yourself this time around, or you'll get another tattoo. But now..."@@, she liberally squirts lube on her huge strap-on, @@.red;"<em>go wild!</em>"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"This will be soooooooo fun, I swear, you're gonna love it!"@@ You want to disagree, but the anticipatory moan escaping your mouth betrays you. @@.bunny;"*teehee* That's what I like to hear! But why were you running@@ @@.azure;sis@@@@.bunny;? That's so dumb! Remember, you can't take the choky off, and you want to stay an icky boy, right? That's super hard with the choky around your neck all the time." "And I can totally give you calls and stuff, don't forget. I can be like 'give that cute guy a blowie' and you'll totally have to do it, because I'm Miss Triss! *teehee* I probably should do that already, that sounds so fun! But it's confusing too, I thought my name is Bunny?"@@ She apparently still wrestles with that one, even a week later. @@.bunny;"Anywayyyyy, it's time for you to spread your legs you <em>horny slut</em> *giggle*"@@<<endif>> Instinctively, your legs part, making you look so deliciously @@.azure;slutty@@, before you pull down your underwear and free up access to your already quite lubricated @@.azure;cum tunnel@@. Shivers run up and down your spine relentlessly at the submissive display you're putting on, and they turn into fiery explosions as <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> [[pushes past your sphincter.|Day 7 - Bonnie Deflowering, Tattoo - BIMBO]]

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Oh, by the way, concentrate on your head for a bit, will you?"@@ Not having much choice in the matter, you do. Weird, that fog is gone. Your ditzy bimboness has completely subsided. And the word itself doesn't resonate in your head either. A glimmer of hope wells up inside of you, painting a smile on your face. @@.red;Bonnie@@ notices, and responds with a smile of her own<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I almost forgot, you should totally concentrate on your little brain!"@@ Not having much choice in the matter, you do. Weird, that fog is gone. Your ditzy bimboness has completely subsided. And the word itself doesn't resonate in your head either. A glimmer of hope wells up inside of you, painting a smile on your face. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ notices, and responds with a smile of her own<<endif>>, all while continuously thrusting into you. And the grin that found its way to your expression is cementing itself now. Her friction in your rear is feeling heavenly, even without the @@.pink;BIMBO@@ choker around your neck. She even strokes your @@.azure;clit<<if $penis is 1>>ty<<endif>>@@ from time to time, although it's not really necessary. The sensations are mindblowing to begin with, her caresses are just the icing on the cake. Suddenly however, the tremendous thrusting comes to a standstil, and <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> withdraws from you, a devious grin painted on her face. Your worries quickly escape your mind when she instead starts to <<if $penis is 1>>fellate<<else>>rim<<endif>> you, which you don't mind in the slightest, of course. However, you can't help but feel the sensations are distinctly different from the other choker's. Your mind feels relatively clear, if absolutely powerless and addicted to the pleasure. There's no fog to speak of still, but instead your stomach is being incredibly nasty. That grumbling you felt moments ago has steadily increased in magnitude, and starts to bother you noticeably. It's almost like it's getting impatient, as if it's expecting something from you. No matter how fiercely <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> sucks<<if $penis is 1>> you off<<endif>>, your belly is grumbling without mercy. That thought is lost to the pressure in your groin, waking you up and <<if $penis is 1>>filling <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> quite well as your dick erupts<<else>>drenching the sheets in your juices<<endif>>. <<if $penis is 1>>Wow, she really kept it all in her mouth, she didn't spill a drop. You see her cleaning up thoroughly, making sure not to leave a particle of cum on your dick, but she doesn't swallow it down.<<else>>What... <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> has cum in her mouth? So that's what she sucked out of your ass... her dildo must be modified somehow. However, she doesn't swallow the sticky substance down.<<endif>> Instead, she looks at you with her puffed up cheeks, breaking out into a smile. This contraction pushes a sliver of jizz to run down one side of her mouth and you suddenly feel very out of place. Like you're not even there. Your tongue starts to tingle badly, your lips parting and a moan escaping. Your muscles start twitching involuntarily, just barely, and before you know it, you tackle <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> backwards, pressing your lips on hers, digging through her mouth with your tongue, your entire body twitching violently as a reward, your mind going crazy, your stomach radiating a burning heat, emanating from your centre and spreading to the very tips of your limbs, before you finally [[pass out from the pleasure.|Day 7 - Coming Back Up, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Oh, by the way, concentrate on your head for a bit, will you?"@@ Not having much choice in the matter, you do. Weird, that fog is gone. Your ditzy bimboness has completely subsided. And the word itself doesn't resonate in your head either. A glimmer of hope wells up inside of you, painting a smile on your face. @@.red;Bonnie@@ notices, and responds with a smile of her own<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I almost forgot, you should totally concentrate on your little brain!"@@ Not having much choice in the matter, you do. Weird, that fog is gone. Your ditzy bimboness has completely subsided. And the word itself doesn't resonate in your head either. A glimmer of hope wells up inside of you, painting a smile on your face. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ notices, and responds with a smile of her own<<endif>>, all while continuously thrusting into you. And the grin that found its way to your expression is cementing itself now. Her friction in your rear is feeling heavenly, even without the @@.pink;BIMBO@@ choker around your neck. She even strokes your @@.azure;clit<<if $penis is 1>>ty<<endif>>@@ from time to time, although it's not really necessary. The sensations are mindblowing to begin with, her caresses are just the icing on the cake. Suddenly however, the tremendous thrusting comes to a standstil, and <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> withdraws from you, a devious grin painted on her face. Your worries quickly escape your mind when she instead starts to <<if $penis is 1>>fellate<<else>>rim<<endif>> you, which you don't mind in the slightest, of course. However, you can't help but feel the sensations are distinctly different from the other choker's. Your mind feels relatively clear, if absolutely powerless and addicted to the pleasure. There's no fog to speak of still, but instead your stomach is being incredibly nasty. That grumbling you felt moments ago has steadily increased in magnitude, and starts to bother you noticeably. It's almost like it's getting impatient, as if it's expecting something from you. No matter how fiercely <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> sucks<<if $penis is 1>> you off<<endif>>, your belly is grumbling without mercy. That thought is lost to the pressure in your groin, waking you up and <<if $penis is 1>>filling <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> quite well as your dick erupts<<else>>drenching the sheets in your juices<<endif>>. <<if $penis is 1>>Wow, she really kept it all in her mouth, she didn't spill a drop. You see her cleaning up thoroughly, making sure not to leave a particle of cum on your dick, but she doesn't swallow it down.<<else>>What... <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> has cum in her mouth? So that's what she sucked out of your ass... her dildo must be modified somehow. However, she doesn't swallow the sticky substance down.<<endif>> Instead, she looks at you with her puffed up cheeks, breaking out into a smile. This contraction pushes a sliver of jizz to run down one side of her mouth and you suddenly feel very out of place. Like you're not even there. Your tongue starts to tingle badly, your lips parting and a moan escaping. Your muscles start twitching involuntarily, just barely, and before you know it, you tackle <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> backwards, pressing your lips on hers, digging through her mouth with your tongue, your entire body twitching violently as a reward, your mind going crazy, your stomach radiating a burning heat, emanating from your centre and spreading to the very tips of your limbs, before you finally [[pass out from the pleasure.|Day 7 - Coming Back Up, Tattoo - BIMBO]]

<<set $addiction += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>>When you finally come to, it happens very slowly. Progressively, your senses return to you, your eyesight first informing you that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> has already made herself look presentable again, her makeup and hair re-arranged, the strap-on no longer around her hips. As more sensations creeps back into your body, you notice two puddles soaking your body. One is focused on your face, which is plastered by a puddle of drool that ran out of your mouth after you passed out from your @@.azure;feast@@. You're sure it's just saliva, not a single drop of sperm in there, you just know it somehow. The other is centered around your groin, you're sad to say. Did you really cum again just from... @@.azure;feeding on your own tasty jizz@@? The thought makes shivers run down your spine, the good kind, admittedly. But while your physical senses return to you, you notice your mind is still quite disheveled. You find that your stomach has finally stopped its heat waves of pleasure from shackling your body, and that it's grumbling has calmed as well. However, it's not ceased its presence entirely, you can still feel it in you, if you concentrate. Damn these chokers... Then, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> [[speaks up.|Day 7 - Bonnie's Aftermath, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]

<<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $addiction += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>>\ When you finally come to, it happens very slowly. Progressively, your senses return to you, your eyesight first informing you that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> has already made herself look presentable again, her makeup and hair re-arranged, the strap-on no longer around her hips. As more sensations creeps back into your body, you notice two puddles soaking your body. One is focused on your face, which is plastered by a puddle of drool that ran out of your mouth after you passed out from your @@.azure;feast@@. You're sure it's just saliva, not a single drop of sperm in there, you just know it somehow. The other is centered around your groin, you're sad to say. Did you really cum again just from... @@.azure;feeding on <<if $penis is 1>>your own <<endif>>tasty jizz@@? The thought makes shivers run down your spine, the good kind, admittedly. But while your physical senses return to you, you notice your mind is still quite disheveled. You find that your stomach has finally stopped its heat waves of pleasure from shackling your body, and that it's grumbling has calmed as well. However, it's not ceased its presence entirely, you can still feel it in you, if you concentrate. Damn these chokers... Then, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> [[speaks up.|Day 7 - Bonnie's Aftermath, Tattoo - BIMBO]]

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Looking at your@@ @@.azure;slutty@@ @@.red;face is absolutely hilarious, how do you like it? Quite a lot, by the looks of it. Oh, the memories. Fortunately, those are far in the past, and I'm not going to rekindle those feelings."@@ You'd certainly hope to prove her wrong one day, but right now you just want to @@.azure;suck and fuck forever@@. @@.red;"Just to give you a sense of the scope and the rules this time around, things will have a familiar ring to them. In 7 days, we'll meet up again, Sunday, just like this week, to see how much you've enjoyed this adventure of yours. I've got my own theories of how it'll play out, of course." "Your choker and its transformation are probably evident to you now, both by my comments and your current condition. But just to be clear, if you let yourself get consumed by your hunger and start devouring cum, you're in a bad place. Or a good one, judging by your performance just now."@@ The grin on her face is huge, almost as large as your unmoving one. @@.red;"You shouldn't eat your own, as a small hint, it'll relieve your craving for a day or so, but hit you back twice as hard the next."@@ @@.red;"I think that's all there is to know. Any questions?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Soooo, how does it feel, huh? I'm so jealous of you... I never had that choky around my neck, it looks real pretty! And so fun too, you looked super happy! But I'm okay, my life's like, so much fun, I don't need all that extra stuff."@@ @@.bunny;"So yeah, I guess we'll meet up again in a week, I'm gonna visit you on Sunday to get the choky off you. And maybe put the next one on? *teehee* Just kidding. So don't eat too much cummy or you'll regreeeeet iiiiiiit! Or maybe not *giggle*, you look quite happy. Don't eat your own jizz, that's gonna be super addictive, just as a warning."@@ @@.bunny;"I think that's all I'm supposed to say. You got any questions?"@@<<endif>> At this, you simply follow up with another one of your catchy, @@.azure;cummy@@ smiles, much to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>'s amusement. You hear your apartment door fall into its lock, moments after she positioned a mirror next to the bed you're resting on, reminiscent of last week's encounter with her. [[You look in, not having much choice.|Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO]]

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Looking at your@@ @@.azure;slutty@@ @@.red;face is absolutely hilarious, how do you like it? Quite a lot, by the looks of it. Oh, the memories. Fortunately, those are far in the past, and I'm not going to rekindle those feelings."@@ You'd certainly hope to prove her wrong one day, but right now you just want to @@.azure;suck and fuck forever@@. @@.red;"Just to give you a sense of the scope and the rules this time around, things will have a familiar ring to them. In 7 days, we'll meet up again, Sunday, just like this week, to see how much you've enjoyed this adventure of yours. I've got my own theories of how it'll play out, of course, with the way you performed last week." "Your choker and its transformation are probably evident to you now, both by my comments and your current condition. But just to be clear, if you let yourself get consumed by your hunger and start devouring cum, you're in a bad place. Or a good one, judging by your performance just now."@@ The grin on her face is huge, almost as large as your unmoving one. @@.red;"You shouldn't eat your own, as a small hint, it'll relieve your craving for a day or so, but hit you back twice as hard the next."@@ @@.red;"I think that's all there is to know. Any questions?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Soooo, how does it feel, huh? I'm so jealous of you... I never had that choky around my neck, it looks real pretty! And so fun too, you looked super happy! But I'm okay, my life's like, so much fun, I don't need all that extra stuff."@@ @@.bunny;"So yeah, I guess we'll meet up again in a week, I'm gonna visit you on Sunday to get the choky off you. And maybe put the next one on? *teehee* Just kidding. So don't eat too much cummy or you'll regreeeeet iiiiiiit! Or maybe not *giggle*, you look quite happy. Don't eat your own jizz, that's gonna be super addictive, just as a warning. But you'll probably like that too, you've been such a@@ @@.azure;whore@@ @@.bunny;last week *teehee*"@@ @@.bunny;"I think that's all I'm supposed to say. You got any questions?"@@<<endif>> At this, you simply follow up with another one of your catchy, @@.azure;cummy@@ smiles, much to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>'s amusement. You hear your apartment door fall into its lock, moments after she positioned a mirror next to the bed you're resting on, reminiscent of last week's encounter with her. [[You look in, not having much choice.|Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO]]

You are <<if $nameColour is 0>>@@.cyan;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;$firstname $lastname@@<<endif>>. \ \ You are $heightdesc[$height] tall, \ \ and have $hairlengthdesc[$transformationProgress] $haircolour. <<if $asianProgress is 1>>You've gotten a slight tan somewhere.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your skin has taken on a tan.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your skin is healthily tanned.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your skin is alluringly tan.<<elseif $asianProgress gte 5>>Your skin is @@.gold;exotically@@ tan, making your complexion look<<if $thaiName is 1>> South<<endif>> East Asian.<<endif>> <<if $gyaru is 1>>At least that was before your gyaru transformation. Now your skin is <em>thoroughly</em> tanned, and in a noticeably fake tone. It almost gleams, and there is no doubt about the conclusions people are drawing from it as soon as they lay eyes on you. @@.gold;Just the way you like it.@@<<endif>> You have $bodydesc[$transformationProgress], \ \ and <<print $chestdesc[Math.trunc($chest)]>><<if $chestImplant is 1>>, brought close to perfection by the special, @@.pink;splendid@@ silicone implants. They make your tits feel less squishy in some areas, defy gravity with their posture, and increase your sensitivity greatly, somehow<<endif>>. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>In addition, two metal studs adorn your nipples, further increasing your sensitivity, and ensuring to have heads turned your way. @@.pink;Good...@@<<endif>> \ \ <<print $assdesc[Math.trunc($ass)]>> <<if $assImplant is 1>>Your cheeks have been enhanced by the wondrous implants the corporation sponsored. Cellulite will never be an issue for you, and your buns are two geometrically perfect globes; so perfect that they just have to be fake.<<endif>> <<if $navelPiercing is 1>>Your belly button is adorned by a gorgeous purple gem in a silver setting, pierced and locked in place inside your "innie" navel.<<endif>> You have $handsdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $fingernails isnot "">> $fingernails<<endif>> and \ \ $feetdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $toenails isnot "">> $toenails<<endif>>. <<if $naked is 0>>You are currently wearing $shirt, with $bra underneath. Below you've donned $bottomwear and $underwear underneath. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$penisdesc[$transformationProgress]<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice, hidden behind your underwear<<endif>>. Your feet are adorned by $shoes. \ \ <<elseif $naked is 1>>You are currently completely naked. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$nakedpenisdesc[$transformationProgress].<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice.<<endif>><<endif>> Your $facedesc[$transformationProgress] has $makeupModifier $makeup on it.<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> Don't be deceived though; there are no cosmetics on your face. It's all due to the wonders of @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s "adaptive cosmetics" that your face looks like it does. You'll have beautiful-looking pseudo-makeup on you for the rest of your life. @@.pink;How useful!@@<<endif>><<if $plasticface is 1>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you decided to let @@.astrid;Astrid@@ modify your face even further into femininity. Not only do you look like a woman, you wear a perpetual look of seduction, with arched eyebrows, pouty lips, and a supermodel jawline. Fucking. Worth. It.\ <<elseif $plasticface is 2>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you @@.pink;begged@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ to intensely alter your face. You look like sex incarnate. Your eye lids seem to rest most comfortable when half-closed, your lips naturally pout without looking fake<<if $plasticlips is 1>>, though your later decision to pump them full of collagen remedied that problem<<endif>>, and the corners of your mouth inch up almost imperceptibly in a mysterious, inviting smile. You aren't just a woman. You are <em>the</em> woman.<<endif>> \ \ Your eyes are $eyes<<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1 or $glassesused5 is 1 or $glassesused6 is 1>>, though currently hidden behind trashy, huge sunglasses<<endif>> and your lips are <<print $lipsdesc[Math.trunc($lips)]>>. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You have @@.azure;juiced up@@ your lips permanently, begging the world to use them.<<endif>> <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>If you stick out your tongue, you can see a round, heavy, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ stud embedded in the middle of it.<<endif>> <<if $asianProgress is 1>>Your eyes seem to have slimmed down a little.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your eyes have definitely slanted a bit.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your eyes have slowly taken on an almond shape, looking like they'd fit on an Asian girl already.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your eyes are unmistakably Asian now, almond-shaped @@.gold;and alluring@@.<<elseif $asianProgress is 5>>Your eyes have completely taken on a form that would only be seen on an Asian @@.gold;street walker@@, almond-shaped, tempting, @@.gold;and hot as fuck@@.<<endif>> <<if $bimboChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;BIMBO@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $cumslutChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $asianChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as an @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@.<<endif>><<if $asianChoker is 2>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, but you haven't had a chance to read it yet.<<endif>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.fetish;FETISH SLUT@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fashionChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;FASHION QUEEN@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fucktoyChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;PLASTIC FUCKTOY@@.<<endif>> You are absolutely shocked by your appearance. But what's more, you're absolutely desperate of course, crushed by the continuation of this ordeal. All you want is to <<if $penis is 1>>[[get some sleep|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[get some sleep|Week 2, Day 1 - Pussy Preparation - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>, even though your mind is racing.

Thus, we find ourselves in this place once more. The end of current content. Only you played through the path that wasn't updated this time around, you @@.pink;vapid bimbo whore@@! However, maybe this is your second playthrough. Maybe it's the fifth one and you're already educating newcomers on the deep lore that they fail to appreciate. I won't judge your choices! Because just as in the game, your choices are respected. <small>ehehehehehehe, right</small> So I'll just glue the central bit of the end of current content note here too, with all the usual ranting and questioning that is my trademark. Enjoy: GAME OVER! Wow, you're really bad at video games, aren't you? Once again you've hit the end of content. Damn, you must really like this, I'm flattered! Tell me what a stud I am in the forum thread! Please! Or maybe you hate it so much that you can't stop thinking about it. If so, please proceed to tell me what a stud I am in the forum thread! This is where I revamped the clothing and makeup system. For anybody who picked clothing at the beginning, you will incrementally start using more personality-matching and slutty-looking makeup, as well as clothes. I hope everything works out, if it doesn't, tell me <strike>what a stud</strike> about it! When it comes to priorities for this piece of content, I'd say there isn't much to talk about other than BALANCING and BUGS. The latter might appear numerously, I've written the largest chunk of the last two Bimbo days slightly inebriated, so that might've taken something out of my otherwise supreme vocabulary and perception. Alcohol is bad kids, drink orange juice, it's way cooler and unique and will get all the ladies soaking wet at parties. I don't really require any specific help or input for week 2, it will continue the setup by putting the choker you didn't pick first on you. That might seem like it's invalidating your choice (and you'll <em>like it</em>, slut), because it kind of is, but there will be some differences. Most remarkably, Monday will have to be revamped since your entrance in the office/mall will have you much more... developed than you would be if you had gone there first. Also, your first name is <em>locked in</em> after the first week, with how I've planned it. Could that... could that mean that the second week alters another part of your name, one which has been untouched so far? I have <em>no</em> idea. But seriously, it won't be that spectacular, week 2. Just getting you in a more agreeable form, is all~ Of course, not requiring input for it doesn't mean you shouldn't give feedback that pertains to something I haven't mentioned. You absolutely should, and @@.azure;you absolutely want to@@. What I'm still unsure of is the name for the stats in Week 3, which will be --SPOILER REEEEEEEEE--<small>Asian TF</small>--END OF SPOILER REEEEEEEEEEE-- so any early suggestions for that are more than welcome. --(slightly, possibly) SPOILEROUS SHIT-- If you felt like "oy author guy, Day 4 and Day 5 were FUCKING SHIT", you're not alone! Author guy worried about the same thing! He's just a little more eloquent about it. All I can say is, try to get your Mental Strain to 5 or above on Day 4 and you should encounter somebody who will be quite interesting, and influential. Whether that's enough to justify having those two days of content, I don't know, it's been pretty much my biggest concern with this update. If you thought that Day 4 and 5 dearly need improvements, tell me what a stud I am in the forum thread! --END OF SPOILEROUS SHIT-- Tell me what a stud I am in the forum thread and I hope your genitals liked the update.

GAME OVER! Wow, you're really bad at video games, aren't you? Once again you've hit the end of content. Damn, you must really like this, I'm flattered! Tell me what a stud I am in the forum thread! Please! Or maybe you hate it so much that you can't stop thinking about it. If so, please proceed to tell me what a stud I am in the forum thread! This is where I revamped the clothing and makeup system. For anybody who picked clothing at the beginning, you will incrementally start using more personality-matching and slutty-looking makeup, as well as clothes. I hope everything works out, if it doesn't, tell me <strike>what a stud</strike> about it! When it comes to priorities for this piece of content, I'd say there isn't much to talk about other than BALANCING and BUGS. The latter might appear numerously, I've written the largest chunk of the last two Bimbo days slightly inebriated, so that might've taken something out of my otherwise supreme vocabulary and perception. Alcohol is bad kids, drink orange juice, it's way cooler and unique and will get all the ladies soaking wet at parties. I don't really require any specific help or input for week 2, it will continue the setup by putting the choker you didn't pick first on you. That might seem like it's invalidating your choice (and you'll <em>like it</em>, slut), because it kind of is, but there will be some differences. Most remarkably, Monday will have to be revamped since your entrance in the office/mall will have you much more... developed than you would be if you had gone there first. Also, your first name is <em>locked in</em> after the first week, with how I've planned it. Could that... could that mean that the second week alters another part of your name, one which has been untouched so far? I have <em>no</em> idea. But seriously, it won't be that spectacular, week 2. Just getting you in a more agreeable form, is all~ Of course, not requiring input for it doesn't mean you shouldn't give feedback that pertains to something I haven't mentioned. You absolutely should, and @@.azure;you absolutely want to@@. What I'm still unsure of is the name for the stats in Week 3, which will be --SPOILER REEEEEEEEE--<small>Asian TF</small>--END OF SPOILER REEEEEEEEEEE-- so any early suggestions for that are more than welcome. --(slightly, possibly) SPOILEROUS SHIT-- If you felt like "oy author guy, Day 4 and Day 5 were FUCKING SHIT", you're not alone! Author guy worried about the same thing! He's just a little more eloquent about it. All I can say is, try to get your Mental Strain to 5 or above on Day 4 and you should encounter somebody who will be quite interesting, and influential. Whether that's enough to justify having those two days of content, I don't know, it's been pretty much my biggest concern with this update. If you thought that Day 4 and 5 dearly need improvements, tell me what a stud I am in the forum thread! --END OF SPOILEROUS SHIT-- Tell me what a stud I am in the forum thread and I hope your genitals liked the update.

As you walk back to your apartment, you get the feeling that you're being watched. Possibly even followed. At first you just chalk it up to paranoia, but you realise that there's a shadowy figure clearly following you when you walk the wrong way for a bit, but then turn around. The figure imitated your movements exactly, clearly not having a destination of its own. You start speeding up, but sadly, it's no use. Your heels don't exactly aid your brisk walk, and whilst passing an alley, you feel an arm grab your waist and shove you into the dark, narrow path. @@.blue;"Where are we headed today, pretty lady?"@@, a voice asks you, one hand covering your mouth, hinting that this might be a rhetorical question. @@.blue;"Lovely women like you shouldn't walk the streets alone so late at night, big city like this houses all sorts of shady characters, you know."@@ You're trembling at this point, even if your mouth wasn't currently covered by this man's hand, you'd be frozen in fear, most likely. To add embarrasment to despair, you can feel your asshole lubricating nicely just by the forceful grip on your waist, your body is wholly undecided on how to handle this predicament. Your mind however is focused in shock. @@.blue;"So, now it's just you and me. No need to scream when I remove my hand in a second. Just a private conversation between two adults in a secluded area. Now, to be frank with you, my libido is at rock bottom, I could <em>really</em> use some help there. You looked like such a friendly, forthcoming young lady that I was sure I could nicely ask for your assistance with my little problem?"@@ He indeed does remove his palm from your mouth, and indeed you find yourself unable to scream, still quite shocked at how fast this situation escalated. This is definitely not an experience you had wished to experience as a woman, but now you're here. There must be a way out of this. <<if $mentalStrain gte 5>> If only your sphincter didn't clench and release every second you could concentrate so much more easily... You bite your lips as you try to resist the temptation.<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain lte 3 and $mentalStrain lte 2>>[[Throw some money at him, shout that he should get a hooker instead of raping women, and try to run away in the confusion.|Day 5 - Make it Rain - BIMBO]] <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain lt 4>>[[Give him a blowjob.|Day 5 - Oral Rape - BIMBO]] <<endif>>[[Fuck, you can't resist, you just can't. Let him have you, completely.|Day 5 - Rape - BIMBO]]

<<set $bimboCash5 = 1>><<set $cash -= 100>>You take all your determination, grab a few bills, throw them in the air and shout at the guy. @@.pink;"If you're such a putrid shithead that no woman would want you, perhaps a brothel would be the place to go!"@@ Of course, you already took off, not caring how much impact your little rant would have. Whatever the case, your plan seems to have worked. The moment you threw the bills in his face, he reflexively loosened his grip and tried to shield his face, leaving you time to escape your assailant. He seems to be content with what he gained tonight and doesn't give chase. Perhaps you could have invested that money in some pepper spray, huh? You're pretty sure this wouldn't work a second time though, he'd probably grab your wrist the moment you move it. Fortunately, you don't have to go back to @@.lucas;Lucas@@' library, so you probably won't have to take this route again. After tonight, you feel insanely vulnerable, not just as a woman, but as somebody affected by the choker. And affected you are, your rectum drenched in sweat and disappointment, and it's letting you know by the severe headache that's coming on.<<set $mentalStrain += 2>> Regardless, you're pretty sure this was the best you could've made out of that. You've avoided rape. That's a pretty big deal. Especially in your situation. Adrenaline still pumping, [[you continue your way back home|Fifth Day Over - BIMBO]] in a brisk pace.

<<set $bimboOral5 = 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 4>>You give in to his advances, yet not wanting to go all the way. Sunday is so close, you have to keep it up! So you settle for something that you think will please him sufficiently, but shouldn't advance your transformation at least. As you lower yourself, approaching a kneeling position, you can already feel the tingling overtaking your body. The fog is coming in early tonight. The rapist has a smile on his face. He probably expected more from tonight, but appreciates your eagerness and goes along with it. However, unsurprisingly, he's not being too kind in the process, the sexual act itself playing out just as vile as the build-up was. You're taken so viciously that you repeatedly gag, but you're probably fortunate that's all he's doing. Despite him taking you so roughly, the fog still allows you derive tremendous pleasure from the knowledge that you could make a strong man groan like that. Indeed, a feeling of pride wells up inside you, even though you might think very different things right now. You've even taken up moaning around his cock, at least when he's not currently blocking your airflow with it entirely. It's an intensely messy endeavour when he finally cums, half down your throat, the other half all over your face, @@.pink;your personal trophy@@ in the form of a huge string of ejaculate coating you. @@.blue;"Thanks baby, that was a decent performance. Might wanna use a little bit more tongue next time."@@ He zips up his pants and takes his leave. Your heart flutters a bit at his compliment. @@.pink;He liked my blowie *teehee*. But I can still get better!@@ On your way home, you don't meet many more people, but those you do know give you shocked looks. You don't even realise why until you're home, looking in the mirror, and see that you forgot to clean up your face before heading back to your apartment. Your head is really pumping, you gave a blowjob but didn't release pressure of your own... @@.pink;ouchie@@. You scrape most of the cum off your face, licking it off your finger and @@.pink;giggling@@, before just [[falling straight into bed.|Fifth Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $bimboSex5 = 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<if $transformationProgress lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<endif>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "dirty blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark brown with blue blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $haircolour = "blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark blue with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $haircolour = "shiny blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark blue">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.pink;glittery@@ blue">><<set $haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair">><<endif>>You simply can't bring yourself to resist. Your head is already buzzing wildly just at the sensation of being grabbed forcefully by such a strong man, @@.pink;you wish he'd never let go of you@@. And for now, he doesn't his hands roaming all over your body, as he tries to free up access to your @@.pink;twitching boypussy@@. He apparently wasn't prepared to find a dick down there, which is evident by the loud @@.blue;"What the hell!?"@@ he shouts when he has finally taken off your underwear. He doesn't seem to mind, however, and indeed seems twice as resolved to give you a long and hard ride. @@.pink;How nice of him!@@ You're fully aware that you should be scared and frightened, that this man is doing you harm. But that awareness is cornered in the very back of your head, surrounded by fog. So when your underwear is finally off, you hop cutely, wrapping your legs around the rapist's hips, a @@.pink;girly giggle@@ following right afterwards. He's visibly confused by your apparent enthusiasm, and you think even a bit disappointed, but nonetheless you feel the @@.pink;fantastic@@ friction against the walls of your anus mere seconds later, eliciting a feminine, breathless gasp from you. Right away you can tell that this guy is trying to appear as dominant as possible. He's plowing away at your @@.pink;love tunnel@@ like a madman, evidently trying to hurt you, underestimating the power of the fog occupying your skull. Nonetheless, you decide -- or at least you like to think it's <em>your</em> decision -- to tease him. @@.pink;"Oh my <em>Gawd</em>, you're so strong!"@@, you squeal. @@.pink;"My boypussy was never stretched this much!"@@ You can immediately feel his grip on your hips tightening, squeezing a little pre-cum from your @@.pink;cute@@ dick. His pace seems to pick up too. @@.pink;It totally worked *teehee*. Oh $firstname, you're so smart!@@ Of course you are. And your @@.pink;lover@@ is quite exhausted, it seems. The last few thrusts come very slowly, but with much more force. One. Two. THREE. After a short break, on the third thrust, you can feel a stream of jizz flow into your @@.pink;womb *teehee*@@, you're squealing and moaning like you wouldn't have thought possible last Sunday morning. God, this feels good. You feel yourself drop to the floor as you're no longer held up, the guy just zipping up his pants and leaving without another word. That clears up the worries of what he might do afterwards... You try to land on your feet, but, still high on @@.pink;cock@@ you fail miserably. Cutely falling on your cute butt, you let out a cute little squeal of surprise at landing so roughly, and decide to just revel in the afterglow for a few more moments, sperm seeping out of your rectum. Just a couple minutes later, you're good to go. This time wasn't as good as usual. @@.pink;Now I know why girls get so frustrated at guys not lasting too long *giggle*@@. [[You head back home, exhausted.|Fifth Day Over - BIMBO]]

After all that's happened to you today,<<if $visitedParlour is 0>> or rather, that you have avoided happening to you,<<endif>> you're glad just walking the streets and having a few minutes just to clear your head. You may live in a densely populated city, but the flickering ads, the wind breaking over a passing car, all that has its own appeal. With it come certain risks, though. Just like yesterday, you feel watched. It's probably best to head back home, which is exactly what you do, but that shadow is still following you everywhere, its heavy, resounding steps contrasting against your graceful, @@.pink;suggestively@@ clacking strut. You've gotten used to wearing heels so quickly... But that thought doesn't last long, a heavy arm wrapping around your waist once more, again pulling you into an alleyway. After your initial surprise, you turn to face the aggressor and gaze into familiar eyes. @@.blue;"Fancy running into you here."@@ It's the same guy as yesterday! @@.blue;"Didn't think you'd miss me so much that you'd come back here just 24 hours later."@@ He takes another step closer to you, you can almost feel your chest resting against his. <<if $mentalStrain lt 4>>His steps... and your heels. Couldn't you... but would you? <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain lt 4>>[[You're scared. Try to dig your heels into his feet, to give you a window to escape.|Day 6 - Aggression Reciprocated - BIMBO]] <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain lt 5>>[[A blowjob. A blowjob should get you out of here relatively safely.|Day 6 - Oral Aggression - BIMBO]] <<endif>>[[You just give in, pulling down your underwear and presenting your ass.|Day 6 - Anal Aggression - BIMBO]]

<<if $brainDrain lte 3>><<set $brainDrain += 2>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $bimboAllin6 = 1>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark blue with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $eyes = "dark blue">><<set $haircolour = "shiny blonde hair">><<elseif $transformationProgress gte 3>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.pink;glittery@@ blue">><<set $haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair">><<endif>><<if $transformationProgress lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 3>><<set $lips += 1>><<endif>>\ \ You stomp your <<if $shoes is "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>3 inch<<elseif $shoes is "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>4 inch<<endif>> heels on the floor with all your might, trying to shatter your assailant's foot. He does indeed groan loudly, but his grip around your waist only tightens in reaction, and mere seconds later you see he's recovered already. Oh <em>shit</em>... A loud SMACK! flies across your face. @@.blue;"<strong>You little</strong>@@ @@.pink;<strong>BIMBO WHORE</strong>@@@@.blue;<strong>, you're going to get it now!</strong>"@@ You tumble towards the ground and are fairly certain you will, your sphincter is reacting very differently to getting hit by a large man than your brain or your pumping heart are. The choice won't be yours anyway, you can barely see the rapist approaching you in your daze, but you definitely feel his tight grip as he pulls up your legs and wraps them around his hips. @@.pink;Hmmmm, that feels good.@@ But what comes next shouldn't. The assailant is clearly out to hurt you, more than he's looking for his own pleasure by now. Another sharp smack lands right on your butt cheek, and another and another. Why is your hole dripping with sweat? You feel your underwear being torn down, and a hard rod rubbing against your asscheeks. It already feels quite erect, although you can't see it. Then, he enters, quickly, near-dry, and to the hilt. Normally, you would scream in pain, but normally, your skull isn't clouded by pink fog. So instead, you just emit a deep moan when the man's balls slap against you lewdly. He seems surprised that you take it so well, but your sphincter prepared you well for this and the fog in your head does the rest. You quite thoroughly enjoy yourself, loud and clear for everybody, and with every bit of brain being fucked out of your head, you wonder why you've been trying to hurt this @@.pink;nice@@ man. After he finished his orgasm, he wasn't actually finished, as you would have to find out soon. No, you already realised that he was out to hurt you now, so after he's done with you, he keeps your legs around his hips for a bit longer and fixes his pants. You're well out of the game, as usual, you're just handling the bare minimum of perception, still grunting and moaning in the aftermath of the @@.pink;super fantastic@@ fucking you just received. But what he does next tears open your eyelids that your eyes feel like they're almost popping out of their socket. Grabbing your legs, he holds them up with one hand, and the other one goes straight in your rear... balled into a fist. Yes, this stranger is fistfucking you right now, and you sound like it's the greatest thing that ever happened to you. He keeps it up for minutes too, wrestling his hand up and down your @@.pink;love tunnel@@ without letting off. You're in a compromising position too, your legs pointing straight up, you have no mobility to speak of, even if your head wasn't swimming in fog. And the stranger is aiming to finish you off now. You can feel that one of his fingers is trying to extend from his fist, slowly working its way up your canal, all while still fucking you with it. When it reaches full extension, he feels around with it a bit and eventually finds your prostate. The moment he does, you <em>scream</em>... in pleasure. You can't fully comprehend what's going on in you present situation but he keeps pressing and massaging until you're delirious. Well, delirious, and spent, because shortly after his ministrations began, you unload an unholy amount of semen. Some of it landing on your @@.pink;titties@@ and your neck, but most of it finding its way on your face, barely enough motoric functions available to squint your eyes before the incoming projectile fluids. @@.blue;"You haven't been the most courteous, but I'm a gentleman. I never let a lady leave unsatisfied with my services."@@ He pats you on the ass, then gives it a little kiss. @@.blue;"You've been a decent ride, you'll make it far, sweetie. Take care, my little@@ @@.pink;slut@@@@.blue;."@@ With that @@.pink;sweet@@ goodbye, he lets down your legs and leaves you there to come off your @@.pink;ecstasy@@. It does take you a while, that last compliment reinforcing your pride in @@.pink;what you are@@. But eventually you do manage to recuperate, although not entirely, as evident by your forgetting to wipe the cum off your face. Fortunately, nobody seems to mind, in fact, everybody appears rather cheerful at your sight, so [[you just go home|Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]] and fall asleep right away.\ \ <<else>>You carry out your plan and dig your<<if $shoes is "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>5 inch heels<<elseif $shoes is "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">>7 inch heels<<endif>> as far into this shithead's foot as you can. The sound that echoes up at you is unspeakable, and you prefer not to interpret it in detail. Sufficient to say, the sound exiting your assailant's mouth is undoubtedly one of agony, which is exactly the cue you've been waiting for. You duck out of his grip and run, until you ran so far away he can't possibly have stayed on your tail. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you continue with your brisk walk home, [[entering your apartment in peace|Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]], dropping dead tired in your bed immediately.<<endif>>

<<set $bimboOral6 = 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 3>>You sink to your knees apprehensively and start unzipping this guy's pants. There's no way for you to flee, so all you can do at this point is damage control. Blow him, and you won't have to go further. Alright. @@.blue;"Come on sweetie, no need to be shy. I can see the sparkle in your eyes, be honest."@@ Ugh, fuck you too. Anyway, might as well get on with it. You hesitantly lick up his already erect length and start stroking it slowly with your hand. Already, the fog is building up in your head, you can feel your limbs tingling, as if going numb, indicating that you're already relaxing and giving up control over your body, more than you'd normally feel comfortable with. Maybe this shithead was right, maybe there is something in your eyes, betraying your true intentions, whatever those might be. Fog thickening, your enthusiasm grows and you've finally arrived at @@.pink;your goal@@-- at enveloping his rod with your mouth completely, accompanied by a @@.pink;cute@@ squeal of yours. He's not very big, but still enough to reach into your throat when you're all the way down. Gagging is not even a problem, it seems, you don't understand why so many girls are complaining. @@.pink;You must have found your true calling *giggle*@@ So you go on, constantly bobbing up and down on his dick, making lewd slurping sounds<<if $chest gte 4>>, your @@.pink;lovely tits@@ jiggling, making you feel so @@.pink;slutty@@<<endif>>. You start deriving real pleasure from the act, and get more experimenting with your tongue, and trying to suck him in really deep. But before your pleasure can build up too far, the fun comes to an end, as a huge load is dumped in your throat, the stranger exiting your mouth with an enormous popping sound, some of the last strings landing right on your face. While you're breathing heavily for a few minutes, it's more due to physical exertion, rather than orgasmic pleasure. In fact, you feel incredibly strained now, your body and the fog were clearly begging and expecting an orgasm, but have been misled. They're now making you feel their discontent in no uncertain terms, like a fire in your head. @@.blue;"Not bad, and I like that look on you. I hope I'll see you around."@@ You don't. He leaves you alone in the alley, which you're quite grateful for. Getting up, you try to wipe your face as much as possible, getting most of his sticky sperm off successfully. After finally arriving back at your apartment, you clean off a little, drop into bed and just [[want to get some rest.|Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $bimboSex6 = 1>><<if $transformationProgress lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<endif>><<if $transformationProgress is 1>><<set $haircolour = "dirty blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark brown with blue blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>><<set $haircolour = "blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark blue with brown blotches">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $haircolour = "shiny blonde hair">><<set $eyes = "dark blue">><<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>><<set $eyes = "bright, @@.pink;glittery@@ blue">><<set $haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair">><<endif>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>>\ \ You move to free access to your asshole by yourself, and the man seems to appreciate it, giving you time and space to get prepared. This would have been the perfect moment for your escape, but your mind doesn't even go there. You're so fucking @@.pink;horny@@ right now, you're actually looking forward to it. So you kneel down, fishing the guy's cock out of his pants and get to sucking. First you intended to just get him nice and ready, but you get a little carried away and spend a good ten minutes on your knees, before he reminds you that there's more fun to be had. At this point, it's already quite hard for you to follow, but when he pulls you up, turns you around, and positions your arms against a wall, slightly bent back, you understand immediately and spread your legs wide. @@.pink;You're such a smart girl.@@ The stranger takes you up on the invitation readily and enters you with a @@.pink;cute@@ slurping sound, like your anus was just waiting to suck in some cock. The thought makes you @@.pink;giggle@@ as you bite your lip in pleasure simultaneously. You really @@.pink;need@@ this right now. And your assailant is too happy to give you what you need. You're moaning loudly, relief washing over you with every thrust. It feels like he's trying to put out a fire deep inside you, and steadily continues on his path, reaching right into the @@.pink;core of your being@@. Even more so when he finally ejaculates, his pelvis compressing your asscheeks, unloading as far into you as possible and it truly does feel as if a fire had been extinguished within you. A hunger sated. Your knees wobble and finally give out as you drop to the floor, sitting up against the wall you used for support, enjoying every second of the aftermath in your by now familiar manner. The stranger seems nearly as exhilirated as you, sporting a large grin -- although a distinctly different smile from yours, @@.pink;you ditzy whore@@ -- as he buckles his belt. @@.blue;"Holy hell, girl. You're quite something."@@ Your stomach is warm with pride. Or maybe it's the cum in your ass @@.pink;*teehee*@@. @@.blue;"I had a good time and you look like you did as well. I'm glad to see that, I hate to leave a lady unsatisfied. Here, you earned it, I hope I'll see you around."@@ As he says that, he drops you some bills and leaves you and your orgasm alone in the alley. After your senses return to your body, you pick up the bills and count them, noticeably slower than you normally would. @@.pink;Gawd@@, math is hard. HE LEFT YOU A THOUSAND DOLLARS?! As you get up and on your way home, you count the money again, and realise it was just a hundred.<<set $cash += 100>> Math <em>is</em> hard. <<if $bimboCash5 is 1>>Funny, just yesterday you threw money in his face to get away, today he paid you back.<<else>>Still, at least you didn't go out of this with nothing to show.<<endif>> You're still unhappy about having lost control tonight, but not for long, exhaustion taking you as soon as you get home and [[fall asleep right away.|Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]]

<big>Chapter II - CUMSLUT</big><<set $date = "Week 2, Monday">> <<if $penis is 0>>You're just about woken up and ready for a new day, when your deal with your friend-turned-nemesis is concluded. <<if $bimbo is 1>><<if $contraception2 is 1>>@@.red;"Pleasure doing business with you, darling," Bonnie@@ smirks before closing your apartment door behind her.\ <<else>>@@.red;"Heh, fine by me. You might survive this week, but I'd advise caution. Then again, I'd love to hear the pitter-patter of tiny whore feet all over your nice floor... So take it easy my little@@ @@.azure;slut@@@@.red;" Bonnie@@ mocks before closing your apartment door behind her.<<endif>>\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>><<if $contraception2 is 1>>@@.bunny;"Good choice! Now you can take your new funbox for a spin *teehee*. All without worrying about getting big by accident. Have fun, byebye!"@@ Without an opportunity to respond, she's gone, and the apartment door slams shut behind her.\ <<else>>@@.bunny;"Uh oh, you better be careful now! You don't wanna go around carrying all that extra weight. Guess you're gonna show, like, restraint?@@ @@.pink;Sis@@ is so grown up! Your first time's gonna be soooo awesome, I'm jealous. If you really need to, though, you can always help yourself a little... you know? Anyway, don't wanna keep you too long, toodeloo!"@@ After her unusually wordy response, she's gone in a flash, the apartment door slamming shut behind her.<<endif>>\ <<endif>> <<endif>>Here you are again. With a frighteningly powerful choker around your neck, with no idea of what to do or where to go. Well, that last bit isn't quite true -- your vacation time is over, you need to head to work. Still, in terms of shock, last week doesn't even compare. Sure, everything was new and unclear to you, but things don't exactly make complete sense yet, and you seriously have to worry about <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>; last week, at least you had hope, looking forward to Sunday. Today, you know that her promises are not to be trusted... after all these years of knowing her. Thus, you're desperate to find your own solution of dealing with the choker, but after half an hour of reflection, you come up surprisingly empty. Your only lead was the mall, and that felt eerily premeditated already. Nonetheless, it lead you to @@.lucas;Lucas@@, who fortunately cleared up a lot about your situation<<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>, even though he was a bit of a dick at times<<endif>>. Sadly, he then took the place as your only lead, and subsequently ducked your radar <<if $bimboSex4 is 1>>right after that lady showed up<<else>>on Friday for some reason<<endif>>. Now you have no clue where to find him, even though you'd need his help more than ever. You only hope he gets in touch soon... But nevermind all that, as hard as it is to push all this into the back of your head, you need to get to work. God, the office will be a nightmare. Before you get to that though, you have even more to take care of. Your rent. Payment's due every week on Monday, so it's time to pay up. Quickly taking care off it, that issue is off your mind, and $$500 off your bank account.<<set $cash -= 500>> However, your vacation was paid, so your salary is coming in, which amounts to $$300 dollars net profit. Neat!<<set $cash += 800>> Finally, you contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> With your look complete, you hesitantly [[open your apartment door and make your way to work.|Week 2, Day 1 - The Office - CUMSLUT]]

Setting foot into the office, coming through the door, you're nervous right away. Looking like you do, you're not sure how long you'll stay unnoticed. Okay, just keep your cool, hide as much of your body with your bag and you'll be fine. Walking briskly should also help. You head straight for your workstation, crossing lots of desks and cubicles on your way. <<if $brainDrain lte 3>>Some people shoot you glances, ranging from confused to surprised. Some are outright laughing, though they make a token effort of hiding it. Still, you're sure nobody suspects anything, merely questioning your sense of fashion and so you sit down to work<<else>>Most people don't look closely enough to get a good read on your choker, although some that are already looking into your direction do. Those are generally too shy or too stunned to say or do anything, many of them choosing to pour hot coffee into their laps, awe-struck. Those who can't read the choker are impressed enough by your wardrobe alone, showing similar reactions. You eventually arrive at your desk, happy about the walls of your cubicle hiding you somewhat, and begin to work<<endif>>. This goes on for a while, until, not long after you sat down, you hear @@.robert;Robert@@'s voice bellowing through the room. @@.robert;"@@@@.cyan;Kevin@@@@.robert;, in my office, [[ASAP|Week 2, Day 1 - First Office Visit - CUMSLUT]]."@@ He didn't come to your desk directly, so you don't expect it'll be about you, personally.

As you step into @@.robert;Robert@@'s office you can see you were mistaken. He's standing in front of his desk, giving you, or rather your neck, an incredulous [[look|Week 2, Day 1 - First Office Secret Revealed - CUMSLUT]].

<<set $hunger +=2>>@@.robert;"So <em>this</em> is what you've been doing on your week off? I know it's none of my business what you do on your own time, but you cannot appear in office like this without any warning. I mean, what the hell is up with that?@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;?"@@, he questions, and your body is only too willing to give a response. You feel yourself shaking a little, a shiver running through you. If that were all, you'd be alright, but your face cramps up and contorts in a way that suggests you are highly aroused. You do your best to hide it, but you know full well that nobody who's looking you right in the face is going to miss these visual cues. @@.robert;"@@@@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;, huh?"@@, he questions again. This time, it takes your legs out from under you, landing on your knees. This scene is too awkwardly familiar, you've amassed quite the experience kneeling down last week, haven't you? @@.robert;"Going by your name, I suppose you know where to go from here?"@@, he asks mockingly. He doesn't seem to think you have much of a choice, but if you steel your resolve, you might just. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>Or so you thought. Right after he finishes his last sentence, @@.robert;Robert@@ moves even closer to your kneeling form, pushing his knee into your right breast. Pleasure surges through your nervous system so violently, you reflexively emit a heartfelt moan more fitting to a woman in orgasm. Looks like you'll know that soon enough, your engine's running now, and you can't see yourself stopping it. <<endif>><<if $hunger gte 3>>You realise you're quite @@.azure;hungry@@ already. If you reject @@.azure;your rightful meal@@ now, you know it's going to drive you nuts soon. <<endif>>[[Driven wild by your cumlust, you go all in.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Office Visit, All In, Already - CUMSLUT]] <<if $hunger lt 5>>[[Giving in to your new sense of duty and to avoid upsetting your boss, you resign yourself to being used.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Office Visit, Used Already - CUMSLUT]] <<if $chestImplant is 0>>[[You do steel yourself, not letting your affliction get to you on the first day.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Day Over - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $addiction += 2>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<set $cumslutAllin1 = 1>>You don't understand what comes over you, but you absolutely <em>have</em> to have him, <strong>right now</strong>. Basically ripping @@.robert;Robert@@'s pants off without regard for his belt, or his health, you're down to his underwear already, an impressive feat as you think. @@.robert;"Woah there,@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;, no need for such aggressiveness"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ tries to calm you, but it's futile. At the very latest when he said that word (@@.azure;your name?@@), you were entranced, guided only by the sight of his half-erect cock pressing very clearly against his underwear. Fascinated, you pull it off, your trance slowing you, to @@.robert;Robert@@'s visible relief. For a few moments, you just stare at it, and you can't tell how much time passes. Then, a twitch. @@.robert;Robert@@'s clearly already anticipating it, and that minute movement sets off your predatory instincts. Like a cougar, you jump your prey, taking it wholly in your mouth. You register @@.robert;Robert@@ uttering @@.robert;"Oh my God!"@@, to which you just think @@.azure;"He can't hear you, he's in my mouth right now."@@ Under any other circumstances, that line would have caused you to cringe hard. Right now, it's your only @@.azure;truth@@, your entire state of being. <<if $chest gte 6.5>>You get an idea. Even though you find it revolting, you detach from @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick for a moment and inch a little closer to him. Looking up, you gaze into his eyes. @@.azure;"May this slut worship your magnificent cock, master?"@@ A shudder goes through you, <<if $penis is 1>>a bead of cum exiting your @@.azure;boyclitty@@<<else>>your cumslit wetting itself in excitement<<endif>>. It seems to have had the intended effect on your @@.azure;master@@ too, because he grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you on your back firmly, but not painfully. Immediately you catch on to what he's intending to do next, @@.azure;like a good cum dump should@@, so you push your tits together to help him. @@.robert;Robert@@ kneels over your belly and enters the valley on your chest, his dick now continuously hitting your chin. Of course, the friction of his godly cock against your gigantic \ <<if $chest gte 6, $chest lt 7>>DD cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<elseif $chest gte 7, $chest lt 8>>E cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<elseif $chest gte 8, $chest lt 9>>F cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<elseif $chest gte 9, $chest lt 10>>G cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<elseif $chest gte 10, $chest lt 11>>H cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<elseif $chest gte 11>>I cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<endif>> \ feels more pleasurable than anything you ever experienced, but you feel the need for more. @@.azure;More cock...@@ So you lower your chin and form a funnel with your lips, to guide his dick into your mouth at the end of every stroke. You must look so utterly shameful, and it brings you unspeakable joy to be such a capable @@.azure;disgraceful fucktoy@@. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>On top of that, @@.robert;Robert@@ has discovered the shiny bars pierced through your nipples and has started twisting and kneading viciously, having you squirm in pleasure and pain. Mostly pleasure though...<<endif>> But every adventure has to come to an end. The rod between your jugs starts twitching, which tells you that you nearly served your purpose for today, a wholesome feeling of accomplishment washing over you. You brace for paradise and redouble your efforts to keep @@.robert;Robert@@'s cock in your mouth for as long as you can. Of course, it's difficult to stay connected, so when his dick finally erupts, easily half the ejaculate is plastered all over your face, painting it @@.azure;the most beautiful shade in the world@@. Nonetheless, you are able to seize a lot of cum and get to slurp up some of the remains on your face, before the pleasure proves too much for you and you black out.\ \ <<else>>Continuing your act of worship, you handle the dick of your boss every which way, just using your lips and your tongue. You don't require any help from your hands, you're doing a masterful job just with your @@.azure;love pillows@@. True craftsmanship is generally rewarded, and so is yours, with the first bead of precum that's pushing you into a frenzy. Now you do use your hands, not to massage @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick though. No, to grab his thighs, and to make sure your @@.azure;delightful bobbing@@, combined with your @@.azure;airtight suction@@, doesn't push him away. You're clawing into his legs so deeply, you doubt he could back away from you now, even if he wanted to. You redouble your efforts to bring your boss to orgasm for certain, continuing with your masterful technique that's eliciting quite a few expletives from him. Finally, the moment is there. You brace yourself for paradise, taking his full length into your mouth, and then further, all the way into your @@.azure;jizz pipeline@@, as far as it will go. Then you feel that familiar, @@.azure;wonderful@@ twitching in your throat, and after that, nothing. You black out.<<endif>> <hr> When you come to, you see it's already dark outside. The semen that didn't get @@.azure;funnelled straight into your cum repository@@ is still resting on your tongue<<if $chest gte 6.5>> and face<<endif>>. You relish the feeling, a dumb smile invading your face, as you stop playing with @@.azure;your meal@@ and swallow it down. If you weren't so fucking high on @@.azure;JIZZ@@ right now, you'd probably be concerned about yourself, but for now, you simply feel <strong>damn good</strong>. After a while, you regain your composure. Sitting up, you catch a little post-it note dropping from your body. @@.robert;"It's been highly pleasurable, my little@@ @@.azure;CUM DUMP@@@@.robert;. I look forward to round two. Robert"@@ Those @@.azure;words@@ reinforcing your afterglow, for which you are highly grateful, you still realise that you should head home maybe. You have to be on time for work tomorrow too, [[after all|Week 2, Day 1 - First Day Over - CUMSLUT]].

<<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $addiction += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<set $cumslutSex1 = 1>>Kneeling there, feeling your @@.azure;hunger@@ overtake you, you can't resist but stay exactly as you are, staring at the crotch of your boss, unmoving. @@.robert;"Something wrong,@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;?"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ tries to get through to you, and using that @@.azure;word@@, succeeds. Immediately, you start twitching some more, jumpstarted into fulfilling your @@.azure;purpose@@. Gingerly, you reach up to his belt, unbuckling it carefully and placing it beside you, anticipation growing. Fascinated, you pull his pants down, your trance slowing you as you lay eyes on his magnificent, half-erect dick, clearly outlined through his underwear. You pull down that last obstacle and, for a few moments, you just stare at it, mesmerised. You can't tell how much time passes. Then, a twitch. @@.robert;Robert@@'s clearly already anticipating it, and that minute movement sets off your predatory instincts. You're set into motion now, nothing will be able to stop you. Your face is moving forward, your lips parting to give way for his cock. You register @@.robert;Robert@@ mumbling some words of encouragement, but you don't need them, you don't care. You valiantly bob up and down on him, up and down, as predictably as the tides, caressing his length with your lips and tongue, deriving tremendous enjoyment from the act. As soon as the first bead of precum is bestowed upon you, you start to use your hands, not to massage @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick though. No, to grab his thighs, and to make sure your @@.azure;delightful bobbing@@, combined with your @@.azure;airtight suction@@, doesn't push him away. You're clawing into his legs for support and find a good position. You redouble your efforts to bring your boss to orgasm for certain, continuing with your masterful technique that's eliciting quite a few moans from him already.<<if $chest gte 6.5>> As you proceed, you get an idea. While it seems revolting to you, you detach from @@.robert;Robert@@'s crotch for just a moment. You look down at your @@.azure;tits@@ and get a delightful idea. First, moving a bit closer to your boss. Then, you heft your massive \ <<if $chest gte 6, $chest lt 7>>DD cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<elseif $chest gte 7, $chest lt 8>>E cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<elseif $chest gte 8, $chest lt 9>>F cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<elseif $chest gte 9, $chest lt 10>>G cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<elseif $chest gte 10, $chest lt 11>>H cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<elseif $chest gte 11>>I cup <<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;tits@@<<endif>><<endif>> \ to enclose @@.robert;Robert@@'s cock completely, pressing your jugs together and resume your bobbing. @@.robert;"Dear lord"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ exhales, @@.robert;"You're up for a raise, that's for sure."@@ You take it as praise and are almost more excited about the compliment than about @@.azure;how much you're worth@@.<<endif>> Finally, the moment is there. <<if $chest gte 6.5>>You brace yourself for paradise when you feel the dick between your @@.azure;tits@@ twitch, seemingly ready to shoot its load. You're not going to miss that opportunity and so every time @@.robert;Robert@@'s cock emerges from the huge valley between your breasts, you look down and lick the tip, trying to suck it in for just the right moment.<<else>>You brace yourself for paradise, taking his full length into your mouth, and then further, all the way into your throat, as far as it will go.<<endif>> <<if $chest gte 6.5>>Of course, it's difficult to stay connected, so when @@.robert;Robert@@'s cock finally erupts, easily half the ejaculate is plastered all over your face, painting it @@.azure;the most beautiful shade in the world@@. Nonetheless, you are able to seize a lot of cum and will feast on the remains on your face for the rest of the day.<<else>>Then you feel that familiar, @@.azure;wonderful@@ twitching in your throat, after which you struggle to keep consciousness. Just like you did in your @@.azure;dream@@ you don't resign yourself to fall down just yet.<<endif>> Once the torrent erupting from your boss dies down, you thoroughly lick his entire length clean and only once you've done that, lie back to bathe in pride and enjoy your @@.azure;filled stomach@@. You relish the feeling, a dumb smile invading your face, as you stop playing with the sperm that didn't make it directly inside you and swallow it down. If you weren't so high on @@.azure;semen@@ right now, you'd probably be concerned about yourself, but for now, you simply feel really, really good. After a while, you regain your composure. Sitting up, you clean yourself a little, @@.azure;so that nobody will think about stealing your meals--@@NO... To look presentable and to avoid arousing suspicion. You should probably take a little rest once you're back in your cubicle. @@.robert;"You're a fun little@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;, I'll give you that"@@, your boss tells you as you get up from the floor. @@.robert;"I'm sure this isn't the last visit I'll want to receive from you."@@ Those @@.azure;words@@ reinforcing your afterglow, for which you are highly grateful, you smile at him and return to your cubicle. The rest of your day is uneventful, though much more pleasant than normal, thanks to the little @@.azure;present@@ sloshing around in your stomach. After finishing all your work, [[you return home|Week 2, Day 1 - First Day Over - CUMSLUT]].

<<if $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tastesgood">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Suxwell">><<endif>><<if $cumslutAllin1 is 1>>By the time you're back in your apartment, you come down off your trip somewhat, the magnitude of events dawning on you as you set foot through the front door. Perhaps you should check yourself out [[in the mirror|Appearance]]? But maybe you don't want to. Maybe you just want to forget the @@.azure;delicious, depraved@@ acts you committed right before you got here, and just [[get some sleep|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT]].<<elseif $cumslutSex1 is 1>>By the time you're back in your apartment, you start feeling less good about yourself. You've got an estimated 4 free passes in one week, according to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>, of which you already used 2 now. That means for the remaining 6 days, you're allowed to lose yourself twice and still avoid the absolute worst of consequences. But only once more than that and... You don't want to think about it. However, maybe you should take a look [[in the mirror|Appearance]], to see if you changed? Or maybe you just want to forget the acts you committed right before you got here, and just [[get some sleep|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT]].<<elseif $cumslutAllin1 is 0 and $cumslutSex1 is 0>>As you set foot inside your apartment, you're still proud that you didn't succumb to your new urges. <<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>>Definitely a better result than the first week...<<endif>> You do feel a bit more hungry for it though. You could masturbate and eat your own cum for temporary relief. You're not sure that's a good idea, but still, it could calm you down for a bit. So, [[do you eat your cum and go to sleep|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT][$hunger -= 2, $eatMonday = 1]]. or, [[do you go straight to sleep|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT]].<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 2, Tuesday">>You wake up from a restful sleep and begin your morning routine. Bathroom, then breakfast, you woke up early enough to take your time. And you're lucky that you did, since you find one of the dreaded cardboard boxes occupying a whole lot of space in front of your apartment door. Oh boy... Well, stalling isn't gonna achieve anything, so let's give this letter a read. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Dear@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.red;, I'm thrilled to see you progress down another path doubtlessly perfect for you. <<if $cumslutSex1 is 1 or $cumslutAllin1 is 1>>I'm both impressed and amused already, keep going!<<else>>You could still do better to embrace your fate, you know as well as I do that you'd be terrific if you just allowed it for a second.<<endif>> Anyway, back to the reason I'm writing you. Your clothing options are rather limited to one particular... style. This little gift is meant to change that. I expect you to show me some gratitude, and what says 'thank you' better than sucking dick every minute of your life? I sure can't think of anything better for you. That's it for now. Remember, I'm watching you! Bonnie"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hiiiiyaaaaaa@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! How do you like the new choky so far? Feel hungry? I bet you do, even if you don't want to admit it!@@ <<if $cumslutSex1 is 1 or $cumslutAllin1 is 1>>@@.bunny;Actually, I know you're having fuuuuuuun already, my slutty little@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;.@@<<else>>@@.bunny;You're really being a bore though, watching is, like, no fun at all!@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;Anywayyyyyy, I noticed you only have one set of clothes! That's like, so cheap, I would totally die! So because you're not gonna, I sent you more super sexy clothes. I find them kinda lame, but you can never have enough clothes, right? Okidokie, that's all, see ya around, hopefully on your knees! XOXO Bunny"@@<<endif>> Well, that was enriching. Seems like your wardrobe just expanded to twice its size. At least you've got some choice in the morning now. Still feels like choosing between pest and cholera, but maybe you should stay positive. You contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> After taking care of everything, you head out and [[go to work.|Week 2, Day 2 - The Office - Day 2]]

Today, there's nobody who's able to keep their mouths closed. The way to your desk is a gallery of dropped jaws. At this point, there's no way to hide your secret from your colleagues anymore. @@.robert;Robert@@ seems to think the same, he calls you into his office before you can even sit down. @@.robert;"Well"@@, he begins, @@.robert;"Yesterday was already quite a handful<<if $cumslutSex1 is 1 or $cumslutAllin1 is 1>>, or mouthful, rather,<<endif>> but today you pull this again? How am I supposed to explain this to the team?"@@, he wants to know. @@.robert;"I honestly don't think I can keep you on the payroll like this"@@, he suggests openly. <strong>Fuck.</strong> This can't happen. You lose your job, how will you pay your rent? He's right though, you can't keep going into the office like this, with everybody around. You wouldn't get any work done, they wouldn't get any work done. Pleading to keep your old job is futile. Think fast, @@.azure;$firstname@@. <<if $addiction lt 3>>@@.azure;"[[I could always stay on as an office girl|Week 2, Day 2 - The Office, Striptease - CUMSLUT]]"@@, you tell him while getting ready for a... persuasive loss of clothing. <<endif>><<if $hunger lt 5>>@@.azure;"[[My mouth can do more than just talk to convince you|Week 2, Day 2 - The Office, Sex - CUMSLUT]]"@@, you tell him while getting on your knees. <<endif>>@@.azure;"[[My mouth can do MUCH more than just talk to convince you|Week 2, Day 2 - The Office, All In - CUMSLUT]]"@@, you tell him, while throwing yourself in front of him.

<<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[schoolgirl outfit|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse"; $bra = "a black lace bra"; $bottomwear = "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh"; $underwear = "a matching black lace g-string"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels"]]\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[belly-free outfit|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt"; $bra = "a yellow bra"; $bottomwear = "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves"; $underwear = "matching yellow panties"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels"]]? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go back to the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT]]? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or do you want to go back to the [[flashy pink clubbing dress|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - CUMSLUT]]? To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> After taking care of everything, you head out and [[go to work.|Week 2, Day 2 - The Office - Day 2]]

@@.robert;Robert@@ seems inclined to consider your offer and so you get ready. You try to emulate what you've seen in porn, some strip clubs, and from the things <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> used to do before you became more familiar with each other. @@.azure;This could be good training for your future career, once you quit this dead-end job!@@ <<if $chest gte 5>><<set $hunger += 2>>And goddamn, are you setting this office on fire. You never would have believed you had this kind of performance in you, and going by @@.robert;Robert@@'s face, he didn't either. You're snaking your way across his body, always sure to keep your skin rubbing over his in at least some way, and never letting him leave your sight. Yes, he knows you're only doing this for him, and that he's the only guy in the world right now. He seems to respond to your stares especially. Or rather, his brain does. The rest of his body responds to another kind of stimulation. You don't know much about his preferences, so you try to incorporate everything. Swinging one leg over the other wildly, giving him a good look at your heavenly thighs, arching your back impossibly far, both flipping your gorgeous mane eccentrically, but also highlighting your voluminous chest, teasing him relentlessly. @@.robert;Robert@@'s skin is flushed with arousal, and soon, teasing turns into something more. You decide to finish with a flourish, free one @@.azure;tit@@ from your top and let him have a taste. After only a few seconds, you feel @@.robert;Robert@@ tense up for a bit and jerk under you, until he settles down again. @@.azure;You take it as a compliment.@@ Realising your job is done here, you still want to really drive it home and make a show of returning your breast to its cover very slowly, never breaking eye contact with your boss. Getting off his lap, you brush your delicate fingers over the tent in his pants, causing @@.robert;Robert@@ to twitch slightly once more. For the rest of the day, your boss barely gets a word out. He looks almost like a schoolboy, confronted with a teacher that's much too sexy and intimate. Just sitting in his chair, squirming uncomfortably and trying to reposition himself, clearly trying to control an erection. Well, he's not to blame entirely. You <em>are</em> constantly throwing him stares, blowing kisses, and teasing him in all kinds of ways. You could really get used to this kind of subtle power. @@.azure;Good news, you can! Just go down on him right now!@@ That brings up the problem though. Your rather unusual intestinal situation is expecting some pay-off after all this teasing. But no pay-off ever comes, and so your stomach is left disappointed, made clear by its loud growling. Still, you've made it through a day that @@.robert;Robert@@ thought he could control, and instead you saved yourself. Not bad. When the workday ends, [[you walk home confidently.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Day Over - CUMSLUT]]\ \ <<else>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $height += 3>><<set $ass += 1.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 3>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 4.5>><<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<endif>><<set $addiction += 3>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $cumslutStriptease = 1>><<set $cash += 200>>\ Your attempts to include the environment in your show seems to spark a reaction. Climbing on and crawling over the desk, pushing @@.robert;Robert@@ into his chair... You get quite worked up, but you think you're onto something here. Piece by piece, your clothing migrates off your body to the ground and you try to please as much as possible. Maybe the underwear should stay on for what it's worth, all things considering. Finishing your show on your boss' lap, you nervously await his reaction. @@.robert;"I can't say I didn't enjoy it."@@ You wouldn't either, judging by his erection poking your thigh. @@.robert;"But I'm afraid that's not enough."@@ WHAT? He presses a button on his desk phone. @@.robert;"Send in Dale."@@ @@.robert;"And you, Miss. Bend over and we'll see what we can work out."@@ You'd hoped to avoid this. You wanted to avoid this so badly. But what you want to avoid even more is to lose your job and land on the streets. You reach down and unbuckle his belt, pulling down his pants to eventually free the way to his dick. As instructed, you bend forward and take it into your mouth, all the way to the shaft, your belly heating up almost painfully at the sensation. Your instincts start kicking in and you're bobbing your head quite rhythmically when you peripherally notice the door opening behind. Immediately you try to turn around, stopped only by the dick in your mouth and the hand on the back of your head, keeping you in place. As you try to speak up, it only forces you down on the shaft harder, sending a clear message. @@.robert;"Knock yourself out, Dale"@@, you hear @@.robert;Robert@@ say before somebody pulls down your underwear<<if $penis is 1>>, immediately pushing past your sphincter and impaling you on another dick. Your vision flashes white, you gurgle some muffled gibberish around your boss' cock before a rhythm establishes itself once again.<<else>>. You expect to be impaled any second, yet nothing happens but a cool breeze passing over your rapidly moistening snatch. <<set $robertKnows = 1>>@@.blue;"Uhh... boss?"@@ a dull voice asks behind you. @@.robert;"What is it Dale?" Robert@@ permits in an annoyed voice, in between thrusts. @@.blue;"Didn't you say we would be fucking a dude?"@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ sighs. @@.robert;"I know the tits can be distracting, but we are fucking a dude."@@ @@.blue;"Okay... Boss?"@@ @@.robert;"...Yes, Dale?"@@ @@.blue;"Why's this dude got a pussy?"@@ And there it is. The thrusts stop abruptly. You're moaning @@.azure;desperately@@ into your boss's urethra, bobbing your head as much as your restrained mobility allows, but it's just not the same. @@.robert;Robert@@ reaches over your head and back, prodding at your @@.azure;main@@ entrance, bringing back a soaked finger. @@.robert;"So that's how it is, huh? You were aching for this, weren't you?"@@ You hurriedly nod your head, slightly hindered by the rock-hard cock in your mouth, twitching at the discovery of your new sex. @@.robert;Robert@@'s hips continue pumping, and Dale finally starts fucking you from behind. A soft mewl escapes your throat, as it's getting stuffed with more dickmeat.<<endif>> You're getting spitroasted, and if you have to be honest, after the first moments of irritation, you feel like you're in paradise. The choker seems to be transforming the pain of getting impaled from behind into pure ecstasy, @@.azure;or maybe that's just you@@. It feels a lot like the first choker did, but you have little time to get bothered by that right now. Your mind is long gone, you've ceased to be an active participant, you're just vigilant, keeping your energy so that when the first drop of cum is spilled, you're there to catch it. Oooooh, the hunger gets unbearable when you can already smell the @@.azure;meal@@. It's coming, and it's coming fast. You think you feel @@.robert;Robert@@ speed up and shortly thereafter, you are indeed served with @@.azure;two courses of the chef's finest@@. From the front and from behind, your senses are assaulted by the pleasure, you're close to blacking out again, the sensation of the @@.azure;lovejuice@@ pouring down your @@.azure;cum canal@@ making your whole body twitch, your own ejaculate adorning the floor from your orgasm. As you collapse to the ground, revelling in the feeling of being @@.azure;used, viciously and deliciously,@@ Dale picks up your panties, and plugs your @@.azure;cum receptacle@@ with them. Oh God, you shudder as another orgasm assaults your senses. The knowledge that you'll get to keep both of these massive loads just for yourself brings you happiness unimaginable to you beforehand. You're just lying there, drooling on the floor, while the two men are cleaning themselves up. At least you managed to stay conscious, if immobile. You can't talk, but you can hear, as @@.robert;Robert@@ tells you: @@.robert;"Okay, I like the idea of an office girl, as long as you're manageable. You've proven today that you can handle it. Your salary remains. $$800 a week, I think that's more than fair, considering you actually don't have to perform any mentally challenging tasks anymore. You keep acting like that, and you probably won't be able to anyway..."@@ What's that supposed to mean? @@.robert;"Today's performance is worth a little extra I think"@@, he throws you $$200, which makes you rather @@.azure;proud@@ of how expensive you are. @@.robert;"You'd have to come in a bit earlier, to avoid running into the other employees, we should avoid contact between you and them from now on. I'll let you in, when you come in the morning. Are you happy with that arrangement?"@@ You don't manage more than a contented sigh of pleasure, which you're still riding on, which you're drunk on even. You recover at some point, although you actually spend most of the workday on the floor of @@.robert;Robert@@'s office. It seems to have increased his work morale, you've never seen him so happy and diligent at work. After everybody's gone home, you and your boss are finally able to leave too and so you find yourself [[back at your apartment.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Day Over - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<if $addiction lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<endif>><<set $addiction += 1>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $cumslutSex2 = 1>>You absolutely need this job, so you're going to try your best to keep it. But you stay focused; your condition is important too, you can't get too carried away. Alright, no matter what, you have to start somewhere. You're getting on your knees in front of @@.robert;Robert@@, a position you hope not to get too familiar with... For now, it's a necessary evil, although you're @@.azure;unsure if you'll still think that once you've got this belt unbuckled.@@ You undress @@.robert;Robert@@ until he stands before you in his underwear, his magnificent cock pressing through and its scent assaulting your nostrils. The way your mouth waters concerns you deeply, although only for a moment, until you pull down his boxer shorts and revel in the sight before you. Opening your mouth, you lean forward with closed eyes, kissing the tip in an affectionate, almost romantic manner. Emotions of love and devotion shoot through you as you envelop his dick with your lovely lips completely. Working his shaft all the way to the bottom, you quickly settle into a rhythm that you don't ever want to break. Your instincts have taken over for you, your movements becoming automatic, leaving your entire perception to focus on the pleasure you derive from the act. The wet @@.azure;orchestra@@ of slurping and squelching increases manyfold in volume as the first bead of precum hits your tongue, the most reliable way to fuel your fire. And fuelled you are, as you double, triple your efforts to please your boss, digging your fingers into his thighs for leverage, licking along the entire length of his cock and then plunging yourself right on it again with an open mouth, never willing to let it detach from you for too long. You're licking and sucking with tremendous effort, suction and speed now, the whole performance looking absolutely @@.azure;delicious@@, you're certain. Finally, your efforts are rewarded. @@.robert;Robert@@ meets your bobbing with thrusts of his own until he pushes your head down to the very base of his cock, twitching @@.azure;magnificently@@ inside you, before @@.azure;feeding you directly, you're milking him to his last drop@@. Cleaning up his dick neatly, not to waste a single bite, you collapse on the floor, happy to just bathe in the moment, feeling utterly complete, happily @@.azure;well-fed@@. @@.robert;"Okay, you can stay as an office girl, as long as you're manageable. You've proven today that you can handle it. Your salary remains. $$800 a week, I think that's more than fair, considering you actually don't have to perform any mentally challenging tasks anymore. You keep acting like that, and you probably won't be able to anyway..."@@ What's that supposed to mean? @@.robert;"You'd have to come in a bit earlier, to avoid running into your colleagues, we should avoid contact between you and them from now on. I'll let you in, when you come in the morning. Are you happy with that arrangement?"@@ You nod drunkenly, still somewhat out of it. Are you happy with being @@.azure;fed@@ every day? What a question is that? You can't believe your luck, quietly celebrating what you achieved today until the workday is over. The other employees are all leaving, which means [[you can head home soon.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<endif>><<set $addiction += 2>><<set $hunger = 0>><<set $cumslutAllin2 = 1>><<set $cash += 100>>You need this job. And you're gonna throw in everything you have to keep it. So you jump down on your boss, almost tearing off his pants and start letting your hunger control your actions. Not that you have much choice in the matter after @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick was hanging in front of you. No, from there on out it's autopilot, no matter what you want. You're bobbing up and down on him, your @@.azure;love pillows@@ getting slicker, wetter, thicker as you massage his length with full conviction. Why were you even fighting against becoming a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@? You're so good at it, a real natural. It couldn't be coincidence. And besides, you <strong>love</strong> it. You've merely sucked your boss for a minute or two and you can feel your own orgasm building, just from the friction against your @@.azure;luscious@@ lips. And you feel @@.robert;Robert@@'s enjoying it too, his groans almost as loud as your muffled moans, his right hand long wandering behind your head, always reinforcing and motivating your determined stride. @@.azure;As if I need that...@@ When the first bead of precum hits, you're out of control. The drop hitting your tongue throws you into a frenzy, one that your boss didn't expect. You had grabbed his ass for support, but now you're pulling. @@.robert;Robert@@ is caught off-balance, and falls over onto you, now in a "push-up" sort of position, with you lying underneath. The buzzing in your head gets stronger, you @@.azure;slurp@@ and @@.azure;gurgle@@ with renewed conviction, never letting off. With your head angled backwards, his length has a much easier time pumping into your straightened, @@.azure;waiting@@ throat. @@.robert;Robert@@ seems quite taken by this position and your display, and starts meeting your bobbing with thrusts of his own. His meat being rammed so deep into your @@.azure;cum tunnel@@ causes you to gag lewdly, but it feels so good, you orgasm a little every time he does it. You're seriously messy at this point but it seems the great finale is upon you. Both of you speed up, your gagging becoming so frequent that it's adding to the symphony of squelching and slurping the two of you are performing, until @@.robert;Robert@@ thrusts deep into your @@.azure;sperm pipeline@@, resting there, emptying himself, @@.azure;feeding you directly@@. True to form, you won't let a drop go to waste and clean off his dick expertly, every single cell finding its way into your @@.azure;cum repository@@. As soon as you're done, you just lay on your back, twitching, surrendering yourself to the @@.azure;cum trance@@, completely immobile. You're still moaning even after @@.robert;Robert@@ has long finished @@.azure;feeding@@ you, revelling in the sensations. You actually lay there all day long, until the employees leave and it's safe for you to go too. @@.robert;"Okay, you can stay as an office girl, as long as you're manageable. You've proven today that you can handle it. Your salary remains. $$800 a week, I think that's more than fair, considering you actually don't have to perform any mentally challenging tasks anymore. You keep acting like that, and you probably won't be able to anyway..."@@ What's that supposed to mean? @@.robert;"Today's performance is worth a little extra I think"@@, he throws you $$100, which makes you rather @@.azure;proud@@ of how @@.azure;easily you put out@@. @@.robert;"You'd have to come in a bit earlier, to avoid running into your colleagues, we should avoid contact between you and them from now on. I'll let you in, when you come in the morning. Are you happy with that arrangement?"@@ Instead of replying, you just throw @@.robert;Robert@@ a seductive gaze, while licking your @@.azure;enthralling love pillows@@. You're certain he understood you well, judging by his heavy swallowing, so you [[head back home.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tastesgood">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Suxwell">><<endif>>That was... quite a day. Certainly more than you thought you bargained for. You don't want to think about it. However, maybe you should take a look [[in the mirror|Appearance]], to see if you changed? <<if $addiction gte 5 and $cumslutlastname is 0>><<set $cumslutlastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $bimboName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.azure;your@@ husky, sex-dripping voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.azure;"Hey there, big guy, I'm $firstname $lastname and I certainly wouldn't mind a taste of <em>you</em>."@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>>Finally some rest. You simply fall over into your bed and get some sleep in preparation for, undoubtedly, [[another 'interesting' day tomorrow.|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $eatMonday is 1>><<set $hunger += 3>><<endif>><<set $date = "Week 2, Wednesday">>You don't feel at all like climbing out of bed tonight, but you do it regardless, you need to head into work after all. You contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> After taking care of everything, you head out and [[go to work.|Week 2, Day 3 - The Office]]

<<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[schoolgirl outfit|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse"; $bra = "a black lace bra"; $bottomwear = "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh"; $underwear = "a matching black lace g-string"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels"]]\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[belly-free outfit|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt"; $bra = "a yellow bra"; $bottomwear = "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves"; $underwear = "matching yellow panties"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels"]]? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go back to the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - CUMSLUT]]? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or do you want to go back to the [[flashy pink clubbing dress|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - CUMSLUT]]? To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> After taking care of everything, you head out and [[go to work.|Week 2, Day 3 - The Office]]

After finishing your morning business, you make your way to the office. You arrive early, just as you and @@.robert;Robert@@ stipulated. He sees you coming and lets you in, so you can duck into his office for the workday, avoiding your colleagues. You immediately notice that @@.robert;Robert@@ seems quite stressed, not enjoying the sight of you at all, as he used to the two days before. When you ask him what's wrong, he doesn't want to talk about it with you, but you press him, carefully, until he admits: @@.robert;"Eh, it's just bullshit at home. I don't really feel val... Why am I even telling you this, you don't really care do you? And even if you did, you wouldn't understand it."@@ RIGHT, your life's all peachy. Still, you feel for the guy. You've never seen this sensitive side of him. And besides, in your current situation, what's your job if not keeping your boss happy? This could go a long way in building some trust between the two of you, and might help in securing your new position. <<if $hunger lt 4 and $addiction lt 5>>[[You offer yourself to him, to cheer him up.|Week 2, Day 3 - The Office Sex]]<<endif>> [[You offer yourself to him, to give him a rough ride and yourself some nourishment.|Week 2, Day 3 - The Office All In]]

<<set $hunger = 0>><<set $cumslutSex3 = 1>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $robertKnows = 1>><<set $creampies2 += 1>><<endif>>Upon hearing @@.robert;Robert@@ end his short, inconclusive explanation with a wistful sigh, you move to free access to your lower half. You remove your underwear and pull everything else out of the way, before leaning over your boss' desk and playfully sticking out your butt. You shoot a glance back. @@.azure;"There's no problem that we can't push out of the world... but perhaps you should start with easier matters and push inside me first?"@@ Oh God, that was so bad. And @@.robert;Robert@@ knows it, looking at you and laughing weirdly. Weirdly... Why is that? Because it was sincere, that's why. He's sincerely laughing, you think he's actually touched by your gesture to offer your ass. Now that's an interesting office sex story right here. He moves over to you and grabs your hips. Instead of ploughing into you like his life depended on it, as you expected, he actually turns you around, and starts kissing you, hugging you. After Sunday, you hadn't expected your lips to be used for that again. You feel a little more wholesome for it, weird as it may be to appreciate being kissed and fondled by your boss. He's treating you with much more respect right now than somebody who's wearing the kind of jewelry you have around your neck could expect. @@.robert;"So you wanna do this?"@@, he actually asks you for your consent this time. This is crazy. Still, you nod, a bit shy. This is so odd to you, you're unsure how to react to it. So you stick to your newly found reflexes, bend over and give him access to your fuckhole. Wait, did you just think 'fuckhole' without that weird resonating echo your brain gives you whenever you think of yourself in a sexual, degrading manner? And again! This is very confusing... Nonetheless, you try to refocus on @@.robert;Robert@@. He got undressed himself in the meantime, and is now rubbing his dick between your thighs, to get it nice and wet. \ \ <<if $penis is 1>>He does the same to your sphincter, pushing in a finger or two, stretching you a little before you start. You've got a wet dick between your thighs and your brain is working quietly, no buzzing, no trance. You're in complete control. Something's going on. @@.robert;"Alright, you ready?"@@\ \ <<elseif $penis is 0 and robertKnows is 0>>@@.robert;"Wait, you have a pussy? Wow, you really have changed in that week..."@@\ \ <<elseif $penis is 0 and $robertKnows is 1>>@@.robert;"I still can't believe you got a pussy..."@@\ \ <<endif>> @@.robert;Robert@@ muses, but seeing you smiling back at him encourages your boss to continue. He pushes a probing finger or two into your blossoming femininity, preparing you for the main event. You've got your boss fingering you in something resembling an office porno, and yet your brain is working quietly, no buzzing, no trance. You're in complete control. This is so weird. @@.robert;"Alright, you ready?"@@ You hear his voice from behind you, startling you. You have to stop spacing out so much, you're doing this for him. Thinking about the whole situation can come afterwards. Giving your consent, he starts to slowly enter you, a first, quiet moan escaping your mouth voluntarily. @@.robert;Robert@@ is being really sweet about this, he immediately asks if everything is alright. Quickly, you assure him that it feels good, and that he shouldn't worry so much. The two of you go on like this for a while and it genuinely feels pleasurable to you. While you're pondering the implications, you're actually quite alright with it, at least in this case you are. It's about the pleasure for the both of you, to settle both his and your nerves a little, and it seems to be working. Eventually, you feel @@.robert;Robert@@ speeding up behind you, his grunts and your moans intensifying and quickening simultaneously. He shoots his load right into you and collapses on your back, while you orgasm as well, ejaculating<<if $penis is 0>> around his cock and<<endif>> onto the wood floor of his office. Both of you seem quite pleased, breathing heavily as you bathe in the afterglow. Again, you're surprised, this is nothing like what you experienced yesterday. Admittedly, it doesn't feel as intense, but it feels more... peaceful. Serene, almost. You've taken a huge load<<if $penis is 1>> anally<<endif>>, but you don't feel your addiction has become much worse; your hunger has ebbed down even. After you two have enjoyed yourselves enough and calmed down a little, @@.robert;Robert@@ speaks up. @@.robert;"Thanks a lot,@@ @@.azure;Kevin@@@@.robert;. I really needed that. You can take the rest of the day off if you want, I don't think I'll need any more of your services for today, you've really helped me out enough."@@ He smiles. It seems genuine. @@.robert;"I don't think any of the employees have come in yet, so you might be able to sneak past everybody in the hallways."@@ He laughs now. You thank him for the offer and take him up on it. An afternoon's rest doesn't sound half bad, after your... exciting start into the week. So, you take your leave, and [[head back home early.|Week 2, Day 3 - Third Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $cumslutAllin3 = 1>><<if $addiction lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<endif>><<set $addiction += 1>><<set $hunger = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 1>><<endif>>Screw this sentimental crap. @@.azure;$firstname needs her daily meal.@@ You stop your boss' crying by giving him a deep, wet, amazingly soft kiss right on the lips, and beyond. While entangled with him, you move to unbuckle his belt and get @@.robert;Robert@@ undressed, same as you. Once you've done that, you grab him by the shoulders, push him to the floor, and impale yourself on his stiff dick, going in dry. The sensations are fantastic, you feel every millimeter slipping inside you roughly. @@.robert;Robert@@ is quite surprised, and seems like he's going along for the ride, more than anything.<<if $penis is 0 and $robertKnows is 0>><<set $robertKnows = 1>> @@.robert;"Wait, that doesn't feel like... Do you have a pussy?" Robert@@ mumbles, but you pay him no mind. Let him sulk or whatever, as long as you're getting yours.<<endif>> Yeah, he might be a little down today, but you need to calm your stomach, let's be realistic. It's not like he won't get any enjoyment out of this, nobody can tell you you're being heartless, it's for his sake as well as your own. As you jump up and down his rod, you wonder why you didn't go for this sooner. <<if $penis is 1>>Besides the friction along the sides of your @@.azure;fuckhole@@, your own little @@.azure;clitstick@@ is magnificently slapping against your boss' stomach every second, delighting you even more than the lewd moans you are sending loudly throughout the office.<<else>>This new equipment is fantastic. Why haven't I done this sooner? Experiencing these sensations makes you understand female nymphomaniacs. You don't ever want to go without cock inside you again.<<endif>> It feels so good you start losing yourself again, your grip on your mind as well as your body diminishing. Your eyes rolling back in your head, your entire organism dedicating itself to milking @@.robert;Robert@@ nice and dry. And that's just what is about to happen. You redouble your efforts, speeding up, fiercely clamping down on his dick with your @@.azure;love tunnel@@, prepared to squeeze every last drop out of him, when he complies happily, suddenly shooting you full of his @@.azure;delicious lovejuice@@. Oh, you wish you had taken it in your mouth, but this is a whole other sensation, not better or worse, just very different, and every bit as pleasurable. You drop off @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick, spent, recovering on the floor there. Your last action of course is to find something to plug your <<if $penis is 1>>rear<<else>>snatch<<endif>> with, to make sure your @@.azure;meal@@ won't be wasted. Looks like your panties will have to do. They're surely not serving this purpose for the last time. Still, you could feel that he wasn't really into it, so you come off your @@.azure;cum high@@ rather quickly this time. @@.robert;"Well uh, that kind of enthusiasm was unexpected"@@, he tries to regain his composure and authority, but failing to do so. @@.robert;"I think I'm good for the rest of the day. If you want to take an early leave, I'd be happy to allow you too. Thanks for your... passionate performance just now."@@ Ugh, what a crybaby. Doesn't matter, you can go home early and maybe practice some makeup techniques, so [[fuck it, let's go home.|Week 2, Day 3 - Third Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tastesgood">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Suxwell">><<endif>><<if $cumslutSex3 is 1>>That was an odd day. You feel you did good... which makes it even weirder. Taking your boss up your rear certainly wasn't among your preferred "positions" after a promotion. You'd do well to keep these thoughts in check, surely, but you also feel you gained @@.robert;Robert@@'s trust, after losing it so abruptly earlier this year. You're unsure how, but this might tip the scales in your favour one day, perhaps sooner than you imagine. Anyway, it's about time for some rest.<<elseif $cumslutAllin3 is 1>>You feel <em>good</em>. Ah, the glow followed you all the way home, your panties still plugging your ass, preserving the @@.azure;lovejuice@@ still sloshing inside your well-lubed hole. Perhaps you ought to keep it that way... @@.robert;Robert@@ seemed distraught today, but right now you're much more pre-occupied basking in the feeling of carrying around that huge load inside you. You resolve it should stay there for a while longer, not removing the panties from your @@.azure;fuckhole@@ before getting some rest.<<endif>> But before you go to bed, maybe you should take a look [[in the mirror|Appearance]], to see if you changed? <<if $addiction gte 5 and $cumslutlastname is 0>><<set $cumslutlastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $bimboName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.azure;your@@ husky, sex-dripping voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.azure;"Hey there, big guy, I'm $firstname $lastname and I certainly wouldn't mind a taste of <em>you</em>."@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>>You fall asleep quickly, feeling absolutely wholesome as [[another day awaits you.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $eatTuesday is 1>><<set $hunger += 3>><<endif>><<set $date = "Week 2, Thursday">>Today feels like it may prove important... It'll be interesting to see @@.robert;Robert@@'s reaction at the very least. The uncertainty is also upsetting your body though, your stomach clearly rumbling. <<set $hunger += 2>> You contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> After taking care of everything, you head out and [[go to work.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Office]]

You step into your workplace, shimmying into @@.robert;Robert@@'s office before anybody's arrived for their shift. Unable to read his expression right away, you just sit down in one of the chairs and wait patiently to see where today will get you. <<if $cumslutSex3 is 1>><<set $robertFirstname = $firstname>>\ \ <<if $bimboSex3 is 0>>Yesterday is quite memorable to you. It completely rewrote what you know about your condition, which is good, but you can't be certain of anything now, seeing how apparently everything has been turned upside down, which unsettles you in a way. There might be options to have sex and still retain your personality, but it may be completely out of your hands, if it all depends on how the other person treats you.\ <<elseif $bimboSex3 is 1>>Yesterday confirmed what @@.lucas;Lucas@@ told you some time ago. You really <em>can</em> have sex with somebody, even still your hunger and yet remain completely in control. The choker is still a horrifying contraption you want to get off under any circumstances, but it's clear now that it isn't unbeatable. Your confidence has definitely regained some ground. While you're pondering this, @@.robert;Robert@@ seems to speak up.\ <<endif>> @@.robert;"Yesterday certainly was different, wasn't it?"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ tries to break the long, awkward silence. You nod in agreement, too nervous to start the conversation on your own. Might be best to see where he takes it before you mess anything up. @@.robert;"I didn't know you were capable of being so... caring"@@, you could say the same thing about him, you think to yourself, @@.robert;"after you made that kind of entrance. I mean,@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@@@.robert;? I was shocked back when I first saw that, and still am, in a way, even after all that's happened. Is it some fetish? I don't have a mind for that kind of thing and if you're into that, I guess I can tolerate it, but in the office? In just a few days your body changed itself too, in ways I'm not sure I want to hear an explanation for, but how am <em>I</em> suposed to explain it to the other employees, if they're asking? You see how many problems this causes? I really appreciate what you've done yesterday, and it certainly changed the way I perceive you, but that doesn't mean things are back to the way they were, seeing as you aren't either. If this is supposed to continue, I'm going to have to know <em>something</em> to make sense of this, to enable you to stay here. I assume you want to stay. These issues are all quite complex, but it sometimes comes down to even the simplest things. Like, what am I even supposed to call you now? Your behaviour suggests that@@ @@.cyan;Kevin@@ @@.robert;might not be to your liking anymore, and@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@ @@.robert;hardly seems appropriate either."@@ He looks at you expectantly, finally expecting you to partake in this discussion. @@.azure;"I want to be called $firstname, just so you know for certain."@@ @@.robert;"That's a start, but you know this isn't enough, right? It's easier for me now, knowing what you want your name to be, but I made quite clear that there is a heap of issues that we haven't worked out. I'm going to need more than that."@@ Oh no, you can't possibly... or could you? <<if $bimbo is 1>>Anticipating your thoughts, you hear a voice entering them: @@.red;"Don't even think about it, my little@@ @@.azure;fuckpuppet@@@@.red;, keep your mouth shut as long as no dick is demanding entrance. You <em>do not</em> want me to hear you divulging information about your situation to people which are completely uninvolved. Remember, I will know, you can be sure of that. Remember as well that your boss is one of the reasons you're in this predicament to begin with. What he said to me about your little discussion certainly reassured me in my plan to show you your@@ @@.azure;true path@@@@.red;. Think about this. Very. Carefully."@@ With that, @@.red;Bonnie@@'s voice fades.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Upon finishing that sentence, a voice pierces your mind. @@.bunny;"Heyaaaaa@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;!! I really really hope you're not gonna tell him! Too many people spoil the fun, this is our super secret! If you tell I'm totally gonna be super mad at you. You'll get a fun surprise if you do it though, so really, you can just tell him *teehee*"@@ That's reassuring.\ <<endif>> <<if $addiction lt 4>>[[Tell him everything. The truth. You can't make it through this alone.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Office - Truth]]<<else>>No matter what, you find you can't tell him. It's too much of a wildcard, his reaction could range from shock, to disbelief, to firing you, to who-knows-what. You don't want to risk it messing up things further, it could make @@.azure;feeding@@ even harder. He doesn't need to know.<<endif>> [[Tell him not to worry about it, to just deflect your colleagues' questions.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Office - Lie]]\ \ <<else>>There's nothing though. Just silence. @@.robert;Robert@@ seems a bit nervous, you don't get the impression he's going to start talking any time soon. @@.azure;"We're just gonna sit here and do nothing?"@@, you ask, impatiently. @@.robert;"What's that tone all about?"@@ @@.azure;"Listen, if you wanna be a crybaby, feel free to, and I'm going to listen and pretend I care if I have to, but I'm also telling you that that's quite a waste for an office girl. I'm not a therapist"@@, you lament. @@.robert;"Thanks for clearing that up, I'd gotten confused on that point"@@, he mocks you. @@.robert;"I'm not allowed to be in a bad mood now? I have to consult some@@ @@.azure;WHORE@@ @@.robert;that's hiding in my office before speaking my mind? Maybe I should plug your@@ @@.azure;hole@@ @@.robert;proper, so I don't have to explain myself to@@ @@.azure;something@@ @@.robert;like you."@@ So many @@.azure;words@@ coursing through your head, you drop out of your chair and to your knees, more than ready. Your demeanour yesterday seems to have fixed a dynamic between you two, and you fear you've pushed it beyond repair at this point. Although fear is the last thing you feel when @@.robert;Robert@@ finishes fiddling with his desk and eventually [[turns his attention to you.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Office - All In]]\ <<endif>>

<<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[schoolgirl outfit|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse"; $bra = "a black lace bra"; $bottomwear = "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh"; $underwear = "a matching black lace g-string"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels"]]\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[belly-free outfit|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt"; $bra = "a yellow bra"; $bottomwear = "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves"; $underwear = "matching yellow panties"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels"]]? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go back to the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT]]? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or do you want to go back to the [[flashy pink clubbing dress|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - CUMSLUT]]? To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> After taking care of everything, you head out and [[go to work.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Office]]

<<set $robertTruth = 1>>@@.azure;"Alright, so you want to know everything? You really want to know what happened?"@@, you ask @@.robert;Robert@@. He nods, though hesitantly. @@.azure;"Fine. I doubt you'll believe me, but if you're sure you want to hear the full story, here you go. You've already found out about my relationship with a prostitute. She's Thai, by the way, and the cause for this predicament. <<if $bimbo is 1>>According to her, she spoke to you, and you revealed our little 'discussion' about her, placing the focus on my passivity back then, which apparently was greatly to her displeasure.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>She is more or less in the same situation I am. I'm unsure what her reasons were, but she was quite displeased at the way I carried myself.<<endif>> What do I mean by predicament? Well, this rather eye-catching piece of jewelry was put around my neck by her, prompted by her just-mentioned anger. It turns out my being unable to unbuckle the clasp on the choker to take it off is the least of my problems; it forces me to... do things I wouldn't normally do, to put it mildly. Most of which you have triggered, and subsequently experienced from outside. This thing designates me as a CUMSLUT, as you undoubtedly realised, and there are more than just this one. One of these I already had the misfortune to wear, it had BIMBO written on it instead. That's why you saw me coming in here with <<if $brainDrain lte 3>>some<<else>>quite a few assets<<endif>> I didn't possess before. Anyway, staying with the predicament I'm currently in, it basically forces an addiction for ejaculate, both male and female, onto me and when it enters my vision or, even worse, touches me in any way, I lose all control. Like I did before... That's not all, I'm afraid. Whenever I give in to that addiction, my body changes, becoming more feminine and seductive. Mentally, I feel fine, but I should be severely affected, if@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@@@.azure;'s@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.azure;'s@@<<endif>> @@.azure;reactions are anything to go by... Maybe it's because I'm currently wearing another choker?"@@ @@.robert;"@@<<if $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.robert;? Is she the prostitute you've been seeing?@@ <<endif>>@@.robert;She wore one of those... magical chokers too?"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ asks, confused. You apologise. @@.azure;"Sorry, I got ahead of myself. Yes, she wore it too. But I can't imagine it's magical, even though the effects seem surreal. If you don't believe me, think about it. If I really had some kind of cosmetic surgery that affected my <em>entire</em> body, don't you think there would've been some kind of recovery time? And I lost in height, enough to make it implausible to just occur over the weekend. I know it's still a huge leap, but I'm not sure what to tell you. Hell, even I know very little about what's happening, so I'm aware I'm not making the most convincing case here. Yesterday... we had sex differently. You could tell, couldn't you? That I didn't go mad the moment you pulled down your pants? That I didn't pounce you like a wild animal? That I wasn't stuck tranced out in the afterglow? I think you noticed all that, and I think it was because you didn't treat me like a Cumslut, plain and simple. The choker seems to encourage the wearer being put into compromising situations that run parallel to the inscription. But yesterday, you were gentle, asked for my consent, asked if I felt good and comfortable. So my usual trance, my addiction, wasn't triggered and I remained completely in control. That's the only explanation I can come up with, <<if $bimboSex3 is 0>>and I can't confirm it, like many of the things that happened to me<<elseif $bimboSex3 is 1>>and I've got a contact who suggested something similar<<endif>>. But that's the huge, messy explanation for everything that you wanted to know, or perhaps didn't, [[but got it anyway.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Office - Truth 2]]"@@

<<set $robertLie = 1>>@@.azure;"Are you really telling me that it's so difficult to fight off a couple nosy employees? No offense, but if you're personally curious then it would be more courteous to outright ask me and not use my colleagues as a shield"@@, you accuse him, perhaps sounding more harsh than you initially meant. @@.azure;"My private life is none of their business, and if they're being pushy, you just make something up. Make it as descriptive as you like, but I don't feel like I have any obligation to give insight into my private life, none of the other guys do. Sorry to be so blunt, but I feel pressured here."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ frowns, evidently unhappy with that response. @@.robert;"Sorry to hear this is such a big issue for you. You're right, nobody else has to reveal so much about themselves, but you also might have noticed nobody came into work crossdressing and wearing jewelry describing themselves as sexually open to extreme proportions. I won't force you to reveal anything you don't want to, but you might want to work on that attitude"@@, he scolds you. You have to admit you've been quite aggressive, considering he's asked you a completely normal question. But having your predicament up to debate is unnerving as hell, you don't know what'll happen if you reveal it all. So now you're stuck in another moment of silence, not sure how to go on. Fortunately, @@.robert;Robert@@ solves that problem for you. @@.robert;"How do you want to go on then? Apparently you don't trust me enough, so how do you want to carry it?"@@ @@.azure;"I don't see how the current arrangement poses any problems. I come in early, I leave late. Nobody sees me, people will forget. If anybody asks, you tell them I've got private matters to take care of and have made some contract adjustments to reflect that. I still work the same hours everybody else does and that's all they need to know."@@ @@.robert;"I'm glad to hear you're that confident, because I'm not. I can't guarantee that this issue will be as easily buried. If you had come to me about it beforehand, maybe, but people saw you, in all your glory, more than once, mind you. That's enough to spark real interest, not just some half-hearted comments and snickering. I'll go along with it for now, but if this spreads, I'll cut you off, it's the painful truth."@@ Of course you're not exactly excited about this, but can't really say it's hit you unexpected. It makes sense that your boss wouldn't risk his neck for you, especially if he doesn't know himself what's really going on. Still, if it allows you to keep earning money, it'll do for now. You thank him for his time, hope your plan works out for as long as possible, and [[head home for now.|Week 2, Day 4 - Fourth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $cumslutAllin4 = 1>><<if $addiction lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<endif>><<set $addiction += 2>><<set $hunger = 0>>@@.robert;Robert@@ seems much more interested in taking charge now, guiding you through every step of the process. @@.azure;As if you needed any help.@@ If you could avert your gaze from his magnificent cock, an angered expression would likely look back at you. Having undressed, he grabs your head with determined strength, forcing you on his rod. You're essentially stripped of all agency as he guides you very precisely, not letting off for a second. This causes your brain to shut down even faster, the buzz doesn't even have to take you over this time. You've relinquished control already, it can simply move in unopposed. Similarly, @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick is currently drifting through your mouth, advancing unobstructed, even helped along by every muscle that's still yours to command. The friction feels as glorious as it always did, whether it's by your rules or his, everything that matters is that you're @@.azure;filled@@. That wish is granted quite quickly, @@.robert;Robert@@ being obviously excited at playing it rough and taking charge. But just as you feel that @@.azure;delicious@@, familiar twitch, he pushes against your forehead with force, struggling, but succeeding in shoving you off his meat, takes a glass from his desk and ejaculates into it. Before you can even react, he snatches something metal, again from his desk, and then grabs you by your arms, your hazy mind too focused on the glass and too tranced out to react to any of this. He pulls you behind his desk, slams the metal against the radiator, eliciting a *click*, and then does the same with your left arm, an identical clicking sound following soon after. @@.robert;"By the way, do you have a new name now? What with being a worthless whore,@@ @@.cyan;Kevin@@ @@.robert;seems hardly fitting, although calling you@@ @@.azure;Cumslut@@ @@.robert;sure is fun, and fitting enough."@@ Dazed, yet glaring at him you quietly whisper, @@.azure;"$firstname,"@@ with trembling, @@.azure;hungry@@ lips. @@.robert;"@@@@.azure;$firstname@@@@.robert;?"@@ he pushes air through his teeth, as if stifling a mocking laugh. @@.robert;"Yeah, I'm not surprised. You little bitch, I swear I don't get you."@@<<set $robertFirstname = $firstname>> He goes back to work. Your slow mind is still taking so long to process all this, but finally you realise that he cuffed you to the radiator! Pulling on it, you find that it's sturdy enough to keep you there, it's not just a flimsy prop. @@.robert;Robert@@ ignores your clumsy escape attempts and grabs your right arm, extending it as far as possible, in the direction of his desk. He then grabs the glass and sets it down so that it's just out of reach for you. An easy feat, considering you're quite a bit smaller than you were just this Sunday, thanks to the choker's progress so far. You try to reach the glass regardless, starting to move the cuffs around on the radiator, but it doesn't leave much leeway, you gain mere millimetres and they turn out to be inconsequential, the @@.azure;heavenly juice@@ is still outside your grasp. @@.robert;Robert@@ delights at your display, snickering and bowing down to tell you: @@.robert;"Admirable. You won't get there though, I assure you. I've got some work to take care of, so you just go ahead and struggle some more, it'll brighten my day. Of course, you could always just beg me for it, like a <em>crybaby</em> and you'll get your@@ @@.azure;dinner@@ @@.robert;right away"@@, [[he explains to you.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Office - All In 2]]

A baffled @@.robert;Robert@@ looks back at you. You can see the gears grinding inside his head as he stares at you with his mouth hanging open a little, the way it has for some time during the recollection of your odyssey. He needs a couple moments to muster a reply, and even then, it's not a very useful one. @@.robert;"I really don't know what to tell you now. Gender-changing chokers? Sex trances? All of this because of one piece of jewelry you can't get off? It's hard to believe. You said as much, but that doesn't make it any easier. Can't I just take it off for you?"@@, he wants to know. You're a bit touched by the thought. @@.azure;"It's sweet of you to offer, and please try, but I doubt you'll get further than me, believe me, I tried."@@ You free access to the back of your neck and present it to your boss, but he quickly sighs and tells you that there isn't even a clasp, and, finding that the choker isn't elastic either, he tells you he has no clue how that thing even got around your neck. @@.robert;"In that case, I have no idea what to do here. What did you expect me to do?"@@ @@.azure;"What did you expect me to tell you when you asked?"@@ @@.robert;"Certainly not <em>this</em>, and I don't think you can blame me for a mild sense of surprise and disbelief"@@, he retorts harshly. You apologise, realising you've been a bit snappy with that comment. He tells you it's fine, but even after you told him everything, you have to admit that it's been somewhat pointless. He can't really change anything, but at the same time, it felt good being able to share your story with somebody, you've been on edge for the past one and a half week more than ever before in your life. Even if he doesn't believe you, you have that much. Perhaps it's best to let @@.robert;Robert@@ have a bit of time to think about what's happened. When you suggest exactly that, he leaps at the opportunity, confirming your suspicion. You excuse yourself and head back home, before any of your colleagues show up, just like yesterday. Stepping inside your apartment, you can't really say that you feel too good about what happened today, [[uncertainty eating at you.|Week 2, Day 4 - Fourth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tastesgood">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Suxwell">><<endif>><<if $robertTruth is 1>>You arrive home feeling conflicted. Mostly good though, actually. It's such a relief having been able to share the story of your fate with someone. For somebody uninvolved, it sounds ridiculous, of course. @@.robert;Robert@@'s response is evidence of this, even though he saw some of your progress. And his incredulity is only one of your problems. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> warned you through the choker. Yet you ignored her and went ahead to involve @@.robert;Robert@@ anyway. You better make it count now, she surely won't lay this issue to rest.\ \ <<elseif $robertLie is 1>>You step through your apartment door feeling rather ambivalent about the day you had. Clearly, @@.robert;Robert@@ will be less inclined to support you now, but even if you told him, who knows how he would have reacted? Not to mention the consequences of upsetting <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>. Yeah, this was the way to go, you played it safe and are confident with your choice.\ \ <<elseif $cumslutAllin4 is 1>>Today was <em>nuts</em>. Probably the most fucked up day you had so far. And beyond the sexual depravity, you doubt there's any getting out of your dynamic you've now established with @@.robert;Robert@@. Perhaps it was unwise to provoke him... but damn, you needed it.<<endif>> Before you go to bed, maybe you should take a look [[in the mirror|Appearance]], to see if you changed? <<if $addiction gte 5 and $cumslutlastname is 0>><<set $cumslutlastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $bimboName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.azure;your@@ husky, sex-dripping voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.azure;"Hey there, big guy, I'm $firstname $lastname and I certainly wouldn't mind a taste of <em>you</em>."@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>><<if $hunger gt 0>>You do feel a bit hungry though. You could masturbate and eat your own cum for temporary relief. You're not sure that's a good idea, but still, it could calm you down for a bit. So, [[do you eat your cum and go to sleep|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT][$hunger -= 2, $eatThursday = 1]]. or, [[do you go straight to sleep|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT]].<<else>>You go to bed, exhausted, and fall asleep quickly, looking forward to [[tomorrow.|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

Let him have his fun. You <em>will</em> get that glass. Even if you decided you didn't, you have little choice. Just having it in your sight basically renders your body helpless. Getting inventive, you start trying to use your legs, first hoping you might reach further, and being able to push it towards you carefully, then grabbing it with your hand. But of course it takes too long and @@.robert;Robert@@ just repositions the glass away from you. Then you start kicking the desk once or twice, but stop immediately, scared that you might topple the glass over, spilling everything. You're devastated, desperate, desolate. It is absolutely impossible to quench your thirst and your stomach tells you this in no uncertain terms. In opposition to the heat that spreads through you when you get to @@.azure;dine@@, your body feels ice cold. Maybe it's all in your head, but you feel like hypothermia is a serious concern currently. Not that you could think about it much. While @@.robert;Robert@@ is working, he takes frequent breaks to have his way with you. Even unrestrained, you couldn't help but engage enthusiastically, always working his shaft with resolve and passion. Your condition simply doesn't allow you to resist that temptation, and honestly, you don't really want to, but at the same time, it always ends the same way. @@.robert;Robert@@ pulls out quickly enough, only adding to the contents of the glass, absolutely grinding your stomach on withdrawal. Your attempts to surprise him with particularly sudden and determined bursts of tongue acrobatics surely help fuel his fires, but don't aid you in starting one of your own. It's well into the afternoon now, and you've been abused for hours. The glass is nearly full and your hunger is already manifesting itself vocally, your pained, weak moans and sighs echoing through @@.robert;Robert@@'s office every once in a while. You can't... you can't go on anymore. You surrender. @@.azure;"P-please..."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ takes note of your plea. @@.robert;"Yes?"@@, he teases. @@.azure;"I... need it."@@ He stands up and takes the glass, leaving the office. Your heart stops beating for a minute, until he comes back, glass still in his hand. It seems a bit fuller now, but also more transparent, like he filled the rest up with water, diluting the previously thick @@.azure;juice@@. He sets the glass down on the desk again and attaches a teat to the top. @@.robert;"Say it."@@ He demands. @@.azure;"I just--"@@ @@.robert;"Say. It."@@ You hesitate. You know what he wants, but... well, you've started this, now you have to try your best to tell him what he wants to hear. You put on your most childish, innocent, girly voice. @@.azure;"Daddy, please feed your baby. Baby is so hungry for your milk."@@ That seems to have been enough. A devious grin spreads across @@.robert;Robert@@'s face, and a little wet patch across the front of his pants, as he lowers himself, the glass -- now bottle -- approaching you slowly, much too slowly. When it's eventually held right before you, you keep it in your sights for a moment, incredulous that you finally got here. Immediately, you open your mouth and bite down furiously, suckling on the bottle like your life depended on it. @@.robert;Robert@@ is evidently amused at your display, sitting down and petting you while you're @@.azure;feasting@@. First his baby, now his @@.azure;bitch@@. But it's irrelevant. You're @@.azure;melting@@, the ice in your veins dissolving now that the familiar heat spreads outwards again, from your @@.azure;cum repository@@ to your limbs, all the way into the tips of your fingers and your toes, a wholesome feeling accompanying the heat waves. You easily spend hours on the floor of the office, just nursing that bottle, squealing merrily in between swallowing that delightful @@.azure;lovejuice@@. There's nowhere you'd rather be right now. All things come to an end though, and so do the contents of your @@.azure;bitch bottle@@. You emit a moan of complaint, but also have to admit that you're quite adequately @@.azure;fed@@ by now. After a little rest to get all that protein properly into your system, you feel like you worked hard enough for a day. @@.robert;Robert@@ notices you finished your @@.azure;meal@@, and thinks the same thing. Undoing your cuffs, he finally frees you from the radiator, revealing a slightly battered wrist, marked by your escape attempts. It feels a bit sore, but shouldn't be a problem. It's easily been an hour since the last employee left. You've spent quite some time nursing that bottle, @@.azure;and you miss every second of it@@. [[Your return home|Week 2, Day 4 - Fourth Day Over - CUMSLUT]] has been well-earned.

<<if $eatWednesday is 1>><<set $hunger += 3>><<endif>><<set $date = "Week 2, Friday">>Today feels like it may prove important... It'll be interesting to see @@.robert;Robert@@'s reaction at the very least. Hopefully it'll be better than some of the days you've had lately. You contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> After taking care of everything, you head out and [[go to work.|Week 2, Day 5 - The Office]]

<<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[schoolgirl outfit|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse"; $bra = "a black lace bra"; $bottomwear = "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh"; $underwear = "a matching black lace g-string"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels"]]\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[belly-free outfit|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt"; $bra = "a yellow bra"; $bottomwear = "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves"; $underwear = "matching yellow panties"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels"]]? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go back to the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT]]? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or do you want to go back to the [[flashy pink clubbing dress|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - CUMSLUT]]? To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> After taking care of everything, you head out and [[go to work.|Week 2, Day 5 - The Office]]

Stepping into the office, all the familiar sights greet you. All the desks and cubicles, computers and coffee machines, chairs and tables, all unoccupied and unused. Not a single soul around. Except of course, for you and @@.robert;Robert@@, who's already opening up the door to his office for you. He looks... different, today. Not in his appearance, it's his face. After you enter his office, he closes the door and directs you to a seat, almost formally. You can read now that his expression appears sad, but also afraid. Thinking about what this could be about, you fear it's about you. Before he can even start to sit down, you immediately ask, your heartbeat stopping. @@.azure;"What's wrong, why are you frowning like that?"@@ @@.robert;"You can't work here anymore."@@ He just says it like that, matter-of-factly. You're speechless, you can't move. Fortunately, he goes on. @@.robert;"I'll be honest with you, one of the employees has been rather vocal about your situation in particular. Complaining that he never sees you working anymore, yet apparently you weren't fired either, and seem to remain on the payroll. Asking whether he can get unlimited paid vacation time as well. Up until that point, it's not too worrying, but he went on to ask the right questions. Whether the board knows about you. Or my wife. He saw the choker,@@ <<if $cumslutAllin3 is 0>>@@.azure;$robertFirstname@@<<elseif $cumslutAllin3 is 1>>@@.azure;Cumslut@@<<endif>>@@.robert;. So what am I supposed to do here? If he tells the board, I might lose my job, if he tells my wife, I might lose my family. It was always likely this would happen, I just didn't imagine it happening so fast. I don't see any solution but to let you go, I'm sorry."@@ You haven't gotten a word in edgewise as he was elaborating, finally, the burden is on you. Furious, shocked, but still composed enough, you think about your next step here. <<if $addiction lt 5 and $cumslutAllin3 is 0>>[[He's right, it's his ass or yours. Tell him you understand.|Week 2, Day 5 - The Office - Robert Understood - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> [[So what? You understand his reasoning, but he's still putting your ass on the street rather nonchalantly. Don't let him get away with a clean conscience so easily.|Week 2, Day 5 - The Office - Robert Blamed - CUMSLUT]] [[Go on the offensive. You need this job. Blackmail him, just like that employee is.|Week 2, Day 5 - The Office - Robert Blackmailed - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $robertNice = 1>><<if $robertLie is 1>><<set $robertAlly = 1>>You already refused to tell him about your condition, the least you can do is let him off a bit easy on this. He warned you this could happen; but like him, you didn't expect it so soon. There's nothing to be done about it now. Be kind to him, and who knows, he might return the favour one day. @@.azure;"You said this would happen. It's okay, I understand you can't put yourself in the crossfire without even knowing what's going on. I hope you grant me the same understanding; that I can't involve you in my situation, and that I have my reasons for it."@@ @@.robert;"Thank you,@@ @@.azure;$robertFirstname@@@@.robert;, I didn't expect you to take it so well, I appreciate that."@@ @@.azure;"Believe me, I'm fucking terrified. I have no clue how to make rent now, and other aspects of my life aren't exactly clear either. I feel entirely powerless right now, but that's not your fault. At least not anymore."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ first gives you a confused glance, followed by a sigh you can't quite place. @@.robert;"Well, firing you has come at very short notice, so... I don't think anybody can complain if I pay you half for next week too."@@ Your heart jumps at hearing this. He continues. @@.robert;"If it does raise some eyebrows, I'll funnel it through my own finances somehow, with half a week's wage, it shouldn't attract too much attention. I can't pay you in advance though, so here's this week's wage, next week's will be sent to your apartment, I'll personally make sure."@@ At this, he stands up, and walks around the desk to hand you a wad of cash. Before taking it though, you move in to give him a big hug, thanking him quietly and planting a kind, wet kiss on his cheek. You flash him a huge smile and pocket the money gratefully.<<set $cash += 800>> @@.robert;"No need to thank me, it's the least I could do. But I fear this is goodbye for now."@@ A short moment of silence follows. @@.robert;"Don't forget to pop in some time, no matter what's going on in your life, okay? Just... do it early, please."@@ He laughs, obviously meaning it as a joke, but you're not that excited about just having lost your job. You still smile politely, knowing he didn't mean it like that.\ \ <<elseif $robertTruth is 1>><<set $robertAlly = 1>>You tried to include @@.robert;Robert@@ by telling him the truth about your condition, and now it appears a possible cooperation is cut short merely one day later. Judging by his demeanour yesterday, you don't feel he's trying to play you here, he seems to be as desperate as you; after all, even if he does fire you, he doesn't know if his marriage or his job will be safe. He's trying his best to protect his life, as he said he would. Reassure him that you appreciate his honesty, and that you don't hold him responsible for what's happened. @@.azure;"It's okay, you said this might happen. You know exactly what's going on with me, so maybe that prepares you a bit better for when anybody asks follow-up questions."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ is a bit taken aback by your calm response. @@.robert;"Uhh, thank you, I didn't expect you to remain so composed, you lost your job after all."@@ @@.azure;"I'm not exactly <em>thrilled</em>, I can tell you that much. But I know you couldn't control this. If I should be as honest with you as you've been with me just now, then I'll tell you that I'm fucking terrified. I don't know where my life will go now, whether my ordeal will be over on Sunday and I can start over, or how I'll pay my rent now. Whatever happens, my issues won't sort themselves out in a matter of days, that much I do know."@@ You try to remain composed through this, but your voice breaks up now and then. @@.robert;Robert@@'s obviously affected by what you said, and how you said it. He breathes in deeply. @@.robert;"Well, firing you has come at very short notice, so... I don't think anybody can complain if I pay you half for next week too."@@ Your heart jumps at hearing this. He continues. @@.robert;"If it does raise some eyebrows, I'll funnel it through my own finances somehow, with less than one week's wage, it shouldn't attract too much attention. I can't pay you in advance though, so here's this week's wage, next week's will be sent to your apartment, I'll personally make sure."@@ @@.robert;"And, uuh, listen, here's a few hundred extra for being so honest with me. With a condition as... bizarre as yours, it can't have been easy. Most others probably would have you committed after hearing a story like that. I'm not saying I believe you completely, but especially after how I treated you earlier this week"@@, he pauses and draws a bit of air, apparently trying to remain composed, @@.robert;"it felt good to feel that kind of trust. I hope it's gonna help you out."@@ At this, he stands up, and walks around the desk to hand you a wad of cash. Before taking it though, you move in to give him a big hug, thanking him quietly and planting a kind, wet kiss on his cheek. You flash him a huge smile and pocket the money gratefully. He gave you $$200 on top of your $$800 wage!<<set $cash += 1000>> @@.robert;"No need to thank me, it's the least I could do. But I fear this is goodbye for now."@@ A short moment of silence follows. @@.robert;"Don't forget to pop in some time, no matter what's going on in your life, okay?"@@ You just give him an ambivalent look, squeezing your lips together and breathing out audibly. You hope you'll be able to.<<endif>> It's time to leave now... @@.azure;"For the last time"@@, you think ruefully. You make [[your way back home|Week 2, Day 5 - Fifth Day Over - CUMSLUT]], before your colleagues all arrive at work, among them the one who ratted you out, and caused all of this.

<<set $robertBlamed = 1>><<if $robertTruth is 1>><<set $robertAlly = 1>><<elseif $robertLie is 1>><<set $robertNeutral = 1>><<elseif $cumslutAllin3 is 1>><<set $robertNeutral = 1>><<endif>>You know you can't do anything to change things now. So instead you'll just vent, you deserve as much. @@.azure;"So you just fire me, after a few days of distress?"@@ You ask him, loudly. @@.azure;"I can just imagine how hard you fought for me, you look quite well-rested. Probably 'cause you didn't lose your sole source of income thirty seconds ago!"@@ @@.robert;"I--"@@, @@.robert;Robert@@ starts, but you immediately cut him off. @@.azure;"No, not you, <strong>me</strong>! I'm the one who's fucked now, I'm the one who has to worry about what I'll eat or how I'm going to pay rent. Not sure if you noticed, but I can hardly walk into government offices and apply for welfare looking like <em>this</em>"@@, you point to yourself. @@.azure;"Tell me, how am I going to find a new job, with an ID designating me as 'Kevin Taylor' yet being unable to wear anything but dresses? Who else is there to help me? I don't have anything left! Did you think about that when you decided to fire me?"@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ knows he can't argue with you right now, you see it in his expression. He realised you're just trying to vent and waits until you're finished before he speaks up again. @@.robert;"If you had let me say a word, you'd have heard that, while I can't do anything for you about the job, I have this week's wage here for you"@@, he gestures to an envelope on his desk, @@.robert;"and that, as inofficial severance pay, I'll forward you another half week's wage next week. I can't pay it in advance, but when the time is right, you'll get it, and I vouch for that."@@<<set $cash += 800>> @@.azure;"Oh, <em>you</em> will vouch for it, I'm really fucking relieved"@@, you snap back at him, unwilling to let him take the moral high ground here, although you have to admit that you feel a little worse for your tirade now. You just pocket the money he pointed out, and leave the office. As [[you press down the handle|Week 2, Day 5 - Fifth Day Over - CUMSLUT]] on the exit door, you see @@.robert;Robert@@ through his opened door one last time, head lowered, staring at his desk with a solemn gaze.

<<set $robertBlackmailed = 1>><<if $addiction lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<endif>><<set $addiction += 1>><<set $hunger = 0>>\ \ <<if $robertTruth is 1>><<set $robertNeutral = 1>><<elseif $robertLie is 1>><<set $robertEnemy = 1>><<elseif $cumslutAllin3 is 1>><<set $robertEnemy = 1>><<endif>>\ \ No way are you leaving empty-handed. First he uses you, then throws you away like you're nobody? You don't think so. Two people can play this game. @@.azure;"So you just want me to go? Do you expect me to? To subject myself to a life with no income at all? But you don't give a shit, do you? Well, since you're worried about your wife, maybe I should just clue her in on the promiscuity of her husband in the workplace. Or arrange a meeting with the board, so they know what their money is being spent on."@@ You smile at @@.robert;Robert@@ mischievously. He looks back at you, furious. His voice probably carries through the whole building, good thing your colleagues aren't here yet. <strong>@@.robert;"You DARE threaten me? You want to meet the board, go right ahead, I'm sure they'll be keen on hearing a@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.robert;'s perspective on workplace ethics. And bringing up my family, I should@@ @@.azure;FUCK@@ @@.robert;that thought right out of your head"@@</strong>, he shouts. After your heavy breathing sets in, he apparently realises that this actually is an option. @@.robert;Robert@@ walks around his desk with determined, heavy steps, and you'd be afraid if you were more than half conscious. From here, things happen fast. @@.robert;Robert@@ seems to care very little about his own pleasure, rather trying to teach you a lesson here. And you have to admit, his arguments are quite convincing. He grabs the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly, and shoving your face onto his half-erect cock. You caress it to hardness under the strict guidance of your @@.azure;master--@@your boss, who is forcing you quite uncomfortably in whichever direction he pleases. @@.robert;"You little bitch, trying to blackmail me. Look at you now, how pathetic."@@ He pushes you down his rod strongly, causing you to gag and hurting your throat a little. Just now you realise that this is the first time since the transformation that you're reminded of your gag reflex. It's been gone the whole time, and you didn't even notice. Needless to say, this encounter is over shortly, with how quickly and fiercely @@.robert;Robert@@ handles you, he @@.azure;feeds@@ you not too long after he began, having demeaned you with obscenities all the way through. As he shoves you backwards off his length, you lay on the ground, coughing, but also @@.azure;pleasantly filled and nourished@@. @@.robert;"You think you're going to tell my wife, huh? I don't think so. With everything I know about you, I could hit back twice as hard for every move you try to make. But I don't expect a@@ @@.azure;piece of meat@@ @@.robert;like you has ever heard of the concept of mutual destruction before. To explain briefly, so that your diminishing brain can comprehend it: <strong>Don't.</strong> And now get out of my sight. Here's your money for this week's work, good luck finding a new job. I know one line of work you'd certainly prosper in."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ sneers at you and throws an envelope on your body.<<set $cash += 800>> What you just did may have been a grave mistake, it occurs to you. Better not to act on this, and you might be let off comparatively lightly, if you push it, you're sure to feel some more dire consequences. You evidently didn't think this through completely, but it was worth a try. He could've buckled out of fear, you never know. You made a gamble, and you lost. Put it behind you and end this rotten day, [[just head home.|Week 2, Day 5 - Fifth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tastesgood">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Suxwell">><<endif>>\ \ So now you've lost your job. If only you had never agreed to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>'s attempts at changing up your old routine. It seems like so far away now, even though it's hardly been two weeks. And yet it didn't take any longer than that to completely ruin your life. No income, and rent due on Monday again. That's another $$500 gone. Where will you go from here? It's the weekend now, so there's not much you can do anyway. Seems like you're helpless towards <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>'s advances now. Who knows, maybe she's already got something planned for you anyway... Anyway, there's nothing to be done about it right at this moment. But maybe you should take a look [[in the mirror|Appearance]], to see if you changed? <<if $addiction gte 5 and $cumslutlastname is 0>><<set $cumslutlastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $bimboName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.azure;your@@ husky, sex-dripping voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.azure;"Hey there, big guy, I'm $firstname $lastname and I certainly wouldn't mind a taste of <em>you</em>."@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>>You go to bed, exhausted, and fall asleep quickly, looking forward to [[tomorrow.|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[schoolgirl outfit|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse"; $bra = "a black lace bra"; $bottomwear = "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh"; $underwear = "a matching black lace g-string"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels"]]\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[belly-free outfit|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt"; $bra = "a yellow bra"; $bottomwear = "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves"; $underwear = "matching yellow panties"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels"]]? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go back to the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - CUMSLUT]]? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or do you want to go back to the [[flashy pink clubbing dress|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - CUMSLUT]]? To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> After taking care of everything, you head out and [[go to work.|Week 2, Day 1 - The Office - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $date = "Week 2, Saturday">><<if $eatThursday is 1>><<set $hunger += 3>><<endif>>You wake up after a rather restless night, leaving you a bit unsettled right as the day begins.<<set $hunger += 2>> Financial uncertainty could spell disaster for you, naturally that's going to rob you of your sleep. Anyway, you dwelled on it enough in bed, better get the day going. You contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Having finished up getting dressed, you notice an envelope lying in front of your door. <<if $robertTruth is 1>>[[You move to pick it up.|Week 2, Day 6 - Surprise Visit - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[You move to pick it up.|Week 2, Day 6 - Letter from a Friend - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

You open the envelope and read the letter enclosed in it. The ink looks a bit funny, the colour is really inconsistent and the words are all written in quite arduously artistic, exaggerated patterns. First looking at the bottom, you see it's from <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>, who else. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Dear@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.red;, I'm glad this letter reached you. Let's talk about your boss a little, my sweet@@ @@.azure;fucktoy@@@@.red;. You told him about me. Then you told him about the choker. Is there something I'm missing here? Don't you trust me at all? I am hurt! That's why I'll pop in a bit later for a surprise visit. I know we'll see each other tomorrow, but I just can't wait to see how you turned out! I want to see whether you've come to accept your@@ @@.azure;true destiny@@ @@.red;once and for all. Love, Bonnie"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Heyaaaaaa@@ @@.azure;sis@@@@.bunny;, remember a couple days ago? I was like, 'don't tell your boring boss about our super choky secret'. But you totally told your boss about our super choky secret! Not cool! And I warned you I'd have a surprise ready for you if you tell him. So stay home, because I totally wanna stop by<<if $bunnyLucas is 1>> and it's gonna be way funner than last time, I promise<<endif>>! Get ready for me~ XOXO Bunny"@@<<endif>> And that's all she wrote. Raising your head up from the paper, you feel kind of dizzy, those stupid curvy letters and that smudged ink. It takes you a minute just to regain your composure, but fortunately you don't feel any further effect for now. Let's hope it stays that way. <<if $bunnyLucas is 1>>So @@.bunny;Bunny@@ will come by again. Last time was frightening enough, and sadly, your situation has not changed at all. Perhaps you could offer her a similar bargain? Another quiz to pass while putting your identity on the line. It seems inevitable, you hate taking these kinds of risks.\ \ <<else>>About her, well, announcement though... She'll come by? She must have something planned. What are you supposed to do? Without her, you're not going to get the choker off tomorrow. If you evade her today, she'll punish you twice as much tomorrow. But you can't simply accept it either. You have to sell her on an option that includes winning your freedom, so to speak. Maybe a game, like a little quiz or something? If you answer right, you evade punishment, if you're wrong, you'll submit to her punishment, plus another thing she wants to subject you to. You definitely need her to sympathise with the idea, so if you want to suggest this, there's a bigger risk involved, but you stand to preserve your identity, possibly. Quite a prize, you'd say. You'll have to decide whether that risk is worth taking when she appears on your doorstep though, it'll be your choice to make.<<endif>> So you clean up a little, get dressed, move some of your furniture, just slightly. You don't know what exactly awaits you, maybe running <em>is</em> your best option at some point. Be prepared for all contingencies. And you soon might have to be, as the doorbell rings. You move up to it and look through the spyhole. Yep, it's <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>. Here we go. Opening the door, she steps through looking quite pleased, moving further into the apartment without even looking at you once, just observing the way it looks. As you push the door closed, you notice it won't close properly, which is quickly explained by the buff guy pushing himself through. You're utterly confused. @@.azure;"Ummm...<<if $bunnyLucas is 1>> this again?<<endif>>"@@, you start to mutter loudly enough, hoping that somebody will pick up on it and start to explain. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Oh, that's Dale. <<if $cumslutStriptease is 1>>I believe you two met. <<endif>>Didn't I say I'd bring company when I would visit you? How unusual of me, I apologise! But since we're here now, how about we have some fun?!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ clues you in.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Heyaaa, see, I brought Dale. <<if $cumslutStriptease is 1 or $bimboAllin3 is 1>>You guys totally know each other already, right? <<endif>>I didn't tell you he'd tag along? Anyways, we're both here now so let's have some fuuuuuuun!!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ exclaims, jumping up and down.<<endif>> Don't try to act surprised. It should've been clear that she would bring some guy along, trying to fuck you. At least all cards are on the table now, which leaves you to make your move. So, do you [[tell her about your idea with the quiz, putting yourself at risk, but bargaining for a quiet, safe day?|Week 2, Day 6 - Visit, Quiz it - CUMSLUT]] [[tell her to drop the pretence and get on with it, knowing you won't overpower them both?|Week 2, Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride - CUMSLUT]]

You open the envelope and read the enclosed letter. It was written by <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>, unsurprisingly. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Dear@@ @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@@@.red;, I have to say, I am really impressed with you. I always knew you were a natural, but the exceptional speed with which you have adopted@@ @@.azure;your rightful place in society, beneath me and everybody else@@@@.red;, has made me so very happy. That's why I think a reward is in order. Doesn't that make you excited? I've made another appointment with@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ @@.red;and just like last time, it's completely up to you whether you want to make use of his services. You know what I'd choose for you! Don't disappoint me. Love, Bonnie"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Heyaaaa@@ @@.azure;sis@@@@.bunny;, how are you doing? I'm super excited! Why? Because you're almost as big of a slut as me *teehee* That's why you get a big fat reward! You get to visit@@ @@.gunther;Gunthi@@ @@.bunny;again, it's totally already paid for you. So if you wanna get more sexy piercings, lucky you! Come oooooooon, don't be a square! XOXO Bunny"@@<<endif>> To be honest, you don't have anything to do anyway. Besides, @@.gunther;Gunther@@ seemed really nice and it might be a pleasant chat if nothing else. And it's free! [[Let's see what he has on offer.|Week 2, Day 6 - The Piercing Parlour - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[schoolgirl outfit|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse"; $bra = "a black lace bra"; $bottomwear = "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh"; $underwear = "a matching black lace g-string"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels"]]\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[belly-free outfit|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt"; $bra = "a yellow bra"; $bottomwear = "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves"; $underwear = "matching yellow panties"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels"]]? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go back to the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - CUMSLUT]]? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or do you want to go back to the [[flashy pink clubbing dress|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - CUMSLUT]]? To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Having finished up getting dressed, you notice an envelope lying in front of your door. <<if $robertTruth is 1>>[[You move to pick it up.|Week 2, Day 6 - Surprise Visit - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[You move to pick it up.|Week 2, Day 6 - Letter from a Friend - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

@@.azure;"Hold on a minute"@@, you stop them. @@.azure;"I have a suggestion."@@ It all rides on this, you feel you could avert serious punishment here. They have you in your own apartment, there's no place to retreat to. You win the quiz or you lose yourself. @@.azure;"Where's the fun in just fucking me straight away?"@@, you ask. @@.azure;"You've done that before, you had your revenge. But wouldn't you agree that we can make it more amusing? I propose a game."@@ Going by <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>'s facial expression, she looks intrigued. You quietly celebrate in advance, but perhaps prematurely. She's not convinced yet, you have to press on. @@.azure;"Say we hold a little quiz. You ask me a question, any question, and if I answer it right, you <em>won't</em> have your way with me."@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> frowns at that outlook. @@.azure;"Obviously, there's nothing I can do to stop you or Dale anyway, but I appeal to your sense of honour here." "<em>However</em>..."@@, you go on, putting exaggerated emphasis here, since this is where you have to convince them to accept your proposition. @@.azure;"Should I lose, you have complete reign over me for the day, and are able to put the plans you undoubtedly already made into motion. Now, if that was the prize, it wouldn't make much sense for you to accept, would it? So I realise I have to throw in something else. Not knowing clearly what you'd want, I can only offer you to have one thing done to me, basically anything of your choosing. A piercing maybe, or something of that sort. Again, I'd appeal to you not to make it something utterly extreme, but I am at your mercy here, as I was all week. What do you say?"@@ <<if $quizLost is 0>>You can see you convinced her already, even if she tries to make a show of letting you dangle. You left the final prize purposely vague. Not knowing what exactly she wants to do to you that doesn't pertain to advancing your transformation -- which is precisely what you're trying to avoid -- it has to be left open to her, to ensure her approval of the quiz. And it looks like she's giving it.\ \ <<elseif $quizLost is 1>>You've already seen what she did to you last week. God, these implants... You touch them as you think about them, shortly afterwards realising your mistake. How did they make them <em>more</em> sensitive? That's why you kept her reward vague, just like last week. These @@.pink;tits@@ are insanely impractical and difficult to deal with, another set of these implants and at some point your entire body would become an erogenous zone. @@.azure;Sounds like a good plan, let's go for it!@@ Anyway, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ seems intrigued by your idea, just like last time.<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Fine then, I accept, this sounds like fun"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ tells you. @@.red;"Ask you a question, hmmmm..."@@, she ponders. @@.red;"Okay, I've got one. What did@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ @@.red;call me when he first confronted you about using my services?"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Alrighty, but you're totes gonna lose! I'm gonna ask you a real toughy, hmmmmmmmmm..."@@, she starts pondering. @@.bunny;"Oh yay, I've got one! Listen! What did@@ @@.robert;Robert@@@@.bunny;, that meanie, call me when you first talked about my slutty business?~"@@ You're a bit surprised to hear this at first. @@.azure;"What? How do you know@@ @@.robert;Robert@@@@.azure;?"@@ @@.bunny;"We had a little chit-chat before all the choky stuff, he was like super mad at me for some reason and told me what he told you."@@ That's new information. So @@.bunny;Bunny@@ knew your boss before putting the choker on you.\ \ <<endif>> That's a tough one, but not impossible. @@.robert;Robert@@ isn't known to pull punches, you remember his wording wasn't all that polite. You can narrow it down to a few choices. Think, <em>think</em>... <<if $hunger gte 5>>Easier said than done. With the way your stomach is growling, you can't concentrate at all. Shit, you can't remember anything.<<endif>> [[Chink skank|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]] <<if $hunger lt 5>>[[Thai whore|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]] [[Chinese hooker|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]] [[Asian whore|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]] [[Thai street walker|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]] [[Chink hooker|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fo' Shizzle - CUMSLUT]] [[Yellow Fever prostitute|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $cumslutAllin6 = 1>><<if $addiction lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<endif>><<set $addiction += 2>><<set $hunger = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 3>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $bimboAllin6 is 0>>Shaken, you try to formulate some kind of plan in your increasingly hazy mind. Desparate, you try to flee, but it's little more than a token effort of resistance, easily curbed by <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>. She grabs you effortlessly with one arm, throws you on your bed, and holds you down. Dale looked rather restless, but has a huge, stupid smile on his face now. He's completedly naked already, having waited just for his moment, and his dick is already quite erect, entirely ready for you. He kneels over you and starts bringing his hips closer to your face. Your lips part on their own, unable to resist a @@.azure;cum dispenser@@ from this close up. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> can soon loosen her grip on your arms, almost without you noticing, when she sees you already bobbing your head on your own. As much as possible in your current position at least. By now all worries have left your pretty little head and you're just doing what you're @@.azure;meant to do@@. All happy and in familiar territory, Dale surprises you by making his first deposit in your @@.azure;sperm bank@@, coating your insides well and thoroughly white. Now comes the lovely afterglow, just lying there and feeling the heat spread all through your body, you feel warm and loved. Meanwhile, with you immobilised, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> and Dale are taking a rest too, the former just gazing at you, evidently delighted at the sight, the latter apparently helping himself to a glass of orange juice from your refridgerator. They're not finished with you. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Now, Dale is quite talented, but he's still human. Give him a couple minutes and he'll be right back with you, sweetie."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Even somebody as great as Daley Baby needs a break now and then, just give him a sec and he'll be right back with you~"@@<<endif>> And so he is. Apparently, he wants to give your mouth some time for recovery and so elects to try out your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>>pussy<<endif>> this time. He's still lubricated enough from the recent blowjob you gave him,<<if $penis is 0>> and your snatch is so happy it soaked itself anyway,<<endif>> so he enters pretty much right away. It feels glorious, and though your muscles are still quite unresponsive, your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>pussy<<endif>> is tightening firmly around Dale's dick, all on its own. @@.azure;Your body is quite well-trained, discipline is everything. You should practice even more!@@ As the heavenly friction inside your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<else>>slit<<endif>> increases in both strength and pleasure, Dale eventually finishes inside you, another huge load resting inside yet another hole. @@.azure;You can't wait to see how many more you can fill!@@ It's true what <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> has said, he's talented. How he managed to create such a large load in so little time is beyond you. You're most grateful however, and even moreso after <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> plugs your <<if $penis is 1>>rear end<<else>>pussy<<endif>> with a <<if $penis is 1>>buttplug<<else>>dildo<<endif>> she brought, eliciting a @@.azure;delighted squeal@@ from you<<if $bimbo is 2>> and a @@.bunny;giggle@@ from her<<endif>>. The whole day continues on like this, your whole body like a sponge for Dale's @@.azure;meals@@, every viable orifice being probed and tested for use, and subsequently pumped full to the brim. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> is only too happy to assist, and you're only too happy to be used by the muscly fuckmachine she brought along. However, as the evening approaches, you get increasingly tired, and the pleasure you feel is actually more of a numbing sensation by then, your perception being dulled to extraordinary extent. Fortunately, both of them grow tired of the same old game they've been playing for hours now, and decide you had enough. Despite some sense of disappointment, your orifices will thank you that you didn't have enough energy to ask for even more. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> gives you a loving kiss on your cum-smeared butt cheek before she pulls your entrance door closed behind her.\ \ <<elseif $bimboAllin6 is 1>>You already know what's awaiting you. Perhaps you should have put up more resistance, put in more effort. Because you've felt what happened last week, and what it did to your condition. It's going to be difficult to get through this and stay yourself, all that's left is hoping. Suddenly, you're taken out of your reverie by a dick poking against your teeth, immediately refocusing yourself on your task. @@.azure;Feeding@@. Your mind is taken out of the equation quickly, which is probably down to your sense of futility and lack of resistance. Just as quick, Dale finishes right down your throat, leaving you relaxed and your thirst quenched. Who cares if you lose yourself? You might find a much more attractive, @@.azure;tasty@@ "you", you realise. This is the dynamic you settle on. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ isn't really required to restrain you like last time, so she mostly resorts to cheering and giggling from the sidelines, constantly complimenting your supremely slutty performances. @@.azure;You blush, feeling flattered all the way through.@@ Dale however is much more active, seeking to find every part of your body he could conceivably have sex with. You sure don't mind, and wouldn't have any brain left to voice objection anyway. Instead you offer yourself up for the day and just let it happen @@.azure;gratefully@@. At the end of the day, Dale must be absolutely down on body fluids. @@.azure;And you intend to keep them all.@@ It's probably for the best that both he and @@.bunny;Bunny@@ take their leave after they're feeling the evening's getting a little repetitive, even though you feel differently at the moment. You made it through.<<endif>> Yet you're unable to wash up, to move, to merely <em>think</em>. You just [[fall asleep right on the spot.|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $addiction gte 3 and $addiction lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tastesgood">><<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Suxwell">><<endif>>\ \ <<if $quizLost is 1 or $quizWon is 1 or $cumslutAllin6 is 1>>Today was quite turbulent, but you made it through.<<else>>Today was pretty relaxing, which you're grateful for.<<endif>> Still, you're really nervous now, because tomorrow's Sunday again. After last week, this can mean a lot, nothing at all, or anything in between. If only you had some means to contact @@.lucas;Lucas@@ right now, your constant inaction is starting to get to you a little. He said he'd reconnect with you within one and a half weeks at most, but you have no way to know if it'll be too late by then... Sadly, there's nothing to be done about it right at this moment. But maybe you should take a look [[in the mirror|Appearance]], to see if you changed? <<if $addiction gte 5 and $cumslutlastname is 0>><<set $cumslutlastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $bimboName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.azure;your@@ husky, sex-dripping voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.azure;"Hey there, big guy, I'm $firstname $lastname and I certainly wouldn't mind a taste of <em>you</em>."@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>>You go to bed, exhausted, and fall asleep quickly, looking forward to [[tomorrow.|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $quizLost2 = 1>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Ouch, that was so horribly wrong!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ exclaims. @@.red;"Now you can look forward to our punishment, and a little something extra!"@@ @@.red;"I already know what I'm going to do to your magnificent body... but you won't."@@ She smiles widely. @@.red;"Not until tomorrow you won't, I want you to squirm a little first. You don't play games with me, you@@ @@.azure;Whore@@@@.red;"@@, she whispers the last words right into your ear, and they make your knees go weak as you prepare yourself for [[the consequences of your defeat.|Week 2, Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Yayyyyyy, that's super wrong, which means we get to have some sexy fun now!"@@, she squeals, and your shoulders slump in defeat. @@.bunny;"I totally know what I'm gonna do with you as my sexy bonus, but I'm not gonna tell yoouuuu! You'll find out soon enough, but now it's time to suck,@@ @@.azure;little cumdump@@@@.bunny;!"@@, she exclaims and her words make your knees go weak as you prepare yourself for [[the consequences of your defeat.|Week 2, Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $quizWon2 = 1>>You can see it on <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>>'s face; you're right. She confirms it a few seconds afterwards, unable to believe you actually remembered such a miniscule detail from months ago. So you celebrate. Inwardly, you don't want to provoke her into breaking your agreement. As you said, you're still at her mercy, and will be until the choker is finally off. Still, getting off so lightly, you can't help but celebrate your victory. Of course, tomorrow is Sunday again, and so you talk a little about when she'll arrive. You can't really say you expect to lose the choker for good, but even so, your alternatives are still limited. But with your job lost and your transformation going on for so long, you're not sure how much you mind anyway, you don't have that much to go back to. No sense in worrying about it before you have all the details though, so you just move on. Finally, both <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> and Dale take their leave, evidently disappointed, while you cheerfully spend the rest of the afternoon rearranging your furniture to its original layout and basically just coming off the adrenaline rush, you were really scared there for a minute. You're surprised how quickly the day goes by. But you bested her. <<if $quizWon is 1>>Again. <<endif>> A silver lining, you suppose. Tension outweighs relief though, [[and your sleep is accordingly troubled.|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $visitedParlour2 = 1>>You step into the familiar, slightly run-down salon and are immediately greeted by the hulking form and infectiously cheerful demeanour of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@. @@.gunther;"Ah, lovely lady, velcome back! I vas told to expect you, thank you for coming by. How are you doing these days?"@@, he asks you, flashing his trademark massive smile. @@.gunther;"Are you looking to get something done today?"@@, he follows up with another question. @@.azure;"It's nice to see you too,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.azure;!"@@ You feel your mood has brightened already, it was a good idea coming here. @@.azure;"I'm not quite sure whether I want to get something or whether I'll just get away with calling it a courtesy call"@@, you laugh, @@.azure;"but did you have anything specific in mind?"@@ @@.gunther;"Sure sure, come around and take a seat first, I'm certain you'll find something you like."@@ With that, he disappears into the back room for a bit while you follow his suggestion and sit down on one of the chairs. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns shortly afterwards. @@.gunther;"Take a look here"@@, he hands you a folder, apparently with an assortment of tongue piercings, @@.gunther;"your friend gave me some pointers and hinted that your lips are a real eye-catcher."@@ He eyes you for a moment. @@.gunther;"She was right, vow! I don't remember them being so full, they indeed look vonderful."@@ You blush at his comment, feeling embarrassed that you actually feel flattered by such a thing. Regardless, you browse through the folder a little bit. It's amazing what kinds of designs they come up with, but some of these look hardly practical. If anything, you're eyeing a standard kind of stud, leaving a round metal ball on top of the tongue. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>Quite similar to the bars adorning your @@.pink;tits@@. <<endif>> @@.gunther;"So, what do you think? Are you interested in anything?"@@ [[Tell him to give you the standard tongue stud.|Week 2, Day 6 - Getting a Tongue Piercing - CUMSLUT]] [[Refuse and say goodbye.|Week 2, Day 6 - Back Home - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $tonguePiercing = 1>>@@.azure;"Yes. Please put one of those studs in my tongue"@@, you ask, @@.azure;beg@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@. @@.gunther;"Very vell, just lean back and relax. I vill prepare everything and explain vhat I do, vhen I do it"@@, he says. You try to follow his advice, just settling back into the chair and attempting to calm down, rather unsuccessfully. Quickly, you realise that this is less due to nervousness... @@.azure;but excitement@@. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>If this feels anything like your @@.pink;titties@@ did, you'll enjoy your decision for quite a while.<<endif>> @@.gunther;"Okay, first I vill disinfect the spot, it might taste a little veird but you von't really feel anything else."@@ He says, then does so, and is right, it doesn't have a very pleasant taste, but nothing hurts yet. @@.gunther;"The next part vill be rather painful. First, I vill use this clamp to fixate the spot your stud vill go in."@@ He shows you a clamp, clean-looking and the arms end in little rings, the piercing can go right through those. The clamp now attached to your tongue, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ produces a needle. @@.gunther;"Now, I'll have to make the actual piercing vith this needle. This can hurt quite a lot, so better grab the chair if you're not used to pain. Try not moving around too much."@@ Damn, why did you decide to go for this, you're sca-- <strong>OW!</strong> You can't even finish your thoughts from the pain you're experiencing right now. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees you struggle and has a pained expression on his face, he feels for you. When did your tongue get so sensitive? Fortunately, it's over as quickly and surprisingly as it began, just leaving a dull throb in the aftermath. @@.gunther;"That looked like it hurt a lot, I'm very sorry but it's part of the procedure. I hope you vill like the end result, we're almost finished. Just have tooooo... fertig!"@@ He exclaims after you vaguely feel something metal inserted into your tongue again. @@.gunther;"I vill fetch a small mirror for you. If you allow my saying so, it looks very beautiful on you!"@@, he tells you in his ever-present merry demeanour that makes you forget about the throbbing in your mouth for a moment. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns with a small hand mirror and an even wider smile than before. You look into the handheld piece of reflecting glass and cautiously stretch your tongue out in front of it. When you first lay eyes on the metal stud probing out of the centre of your tongue, a shiver runs down your spine, in a good way. @@.azure;A delicious way.@@ It looks absolutely gorgeous on the @@.azure;new you@@ and you can't imagine ever taking it off again. @@.gunther;"I can tell by your face that you like it as much as me"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ takes you out of your reverie, hinting to you that your smile right now rivals his own. You can't deny that you're really happy with your choice, the pain was absolutely worth it. You feel really good about today, but that throbbing won't subside, even after you got home. That doesn't bother you for too long, since you're so exhausted, you [[fall asleep right on the spot.|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

Nah, you don't think you want to go for a tongue piercing. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>You've had quite enough modifications done to yourself already.<<else>>Whatever reason you may have, it's probably a good idea to limit modifications to your body while you're wearing the choker.<<endif>> @@.azure;"You know@@ @@.gunther;Gunther@@@@.azure;, I think I won't have anything today, I'm sorry. Thanks so much for showing me some new stuff though, it was so nice to see you again."@@ You give him a heartfelt hug as goodbye, you've really taken to this guy. He returns the hug just as sincerely and waves to you as [[you leave his parlor.|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $date = "Week 2, @@.azure;Sunday@@">>Today's the day. Again. You've dwelled enough on your nervousness and the gravity of today. Just get on with it and try to put it behind you as quickly as possible, and as unchanged as possible. You contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT Clothing][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT Clothing]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ As always, you put on your @@.pink;fucktastic@@ [[pink clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.pink;slutty@@ pink make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.pink;I think you meant "voluntarily" *teehee*@@\ <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Just after slipping into your finishing with your cosmetics -- you never imagined you'd think that sentence in your life -- [[the doorbell rings suddenly|Week 2, Day 7 - Bonnie Arrives - CUMSLUT]], startling you.

<<if $addiction lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[schoolgirl outfit|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse"; $bra = "a black lace bra"; $bottomwear = "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh"; $underwear = "a matching black lace g-string"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels"]]\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather go back to the [[belly-free outfit|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT][$shirt = "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt"; $bra = "a yellow bra"; $bottomwear = "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves"; $underwear = "matching yellow panties"; $chokerHidden to 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels"]]? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go back to the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT]]? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or do you want to go back to the [[flashy pink clubbing dress|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - CUMSLUT]]? To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Having finished up getting dressed, you notice an envelope lying in front of your door. [[You move to pick it up.|Week 2, Day 7 - Bonnie Arrives - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Come on, open up, you know who it is"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@ shout through the door. When you open up and she steps through, she's back to her usual arrogant and pseudo-superior gait, acting all composed and indifferent. Let her have her moment, it makes no difference to you. @@.red;"Alright, things will go just like last time. I want to let you dangle a bit longer. First I get what I want, then you'll get yours."@@ She doesn't need to say more, you'll go through with it just like last week, since you can't refuse her anyway. <<if $visitedParlour2 is 0 or $addiction gte 5>>[[So you both head out.|Week 2, Day 7 - The Piercing Parlour - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[So you both head out.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Ding Dong! It's meeeeeee"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ unmistakably squeals from outside your apartment. Of course you open up and let her enter with those jumps in her step that look so utterly ridiculous on a woman her age. @@.bunny;"Okiedoke, you know how this works. First I'll have fun and then you'll have suuuuper fun! Come on, let's go!"@@, she exclaims impatiently. You expected she'd have something planned again, no point in refusing her. <<if $visitedParlour2 is 0 or $addiction gte 5>>Better get it over with [[and head to where she wants to take you.|Week 2, Day 7 - The Piercing Parlour - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>Better get it over with [[and head to where she wants to take you.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $visitedParlour2 is 0>><<set $visitedParlour2 = 1>>You step into the familiar, slightly run-down salon and are immediately greeted by the hulking form and infectiously cheerful demeanour of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@. @@.gunther;"Ah, lovely lady, velcome back! I vas told to expect you, thank you for coming by. How are you doing these days? Ah, and you brought your friend vith you!"@@, he asks you, flashing his trademark massive smile, greeting <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> too. @@.gunther;"Are you looking to get something done today?"@@, he follows up with another question. @@.azure;"It's nice to see you too,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.azure;!"@@ You feel your mood has brightened already, it feels good to be around him. @@.azure;"I'm not quite sure whether I want to get something, she brought me here"@@, you laugh, nodding sideways, @@.azure;"but do you have any suggestions?"@@ @@.gunther;"Sure sure, come around and take a seat first, I'm certain you'll find something you like."@@ With that, he disappears into the back room for a bit while you follow his suggestion and sit down on one of the chairs. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns shortly afterwards. @@.gunther;"Take a look here"@@, he hands you a folder, apparently with an assortment of tongue piercings, @@.gunther;"your friend gave me some pointers beforehand and hinted that your lips are a real eye-catcher."@@ He eyes you for a moment. @@.gunther;"She was right, vow! I don't remember them being so full, they indeed look vonderful."@@ You blush at his comment, feeling embarrassed that you actually feel flattered by such a thing. Regardless, you browse through the folder a little bit. It's amazing what kinds of designs they come up with, but some of these look hardly practical. If anything, you're eyeing a standard kind of stud, leaving a round metal ball on top of the tongue. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>Quite similar to the bars adorning your @@.pink;tits@@. <<endif>> @@.gunther;"So, what do you think? Are you interested in anything?"@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"The only conflict here should be the overabundance of choice, dear. You know you want to"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ scolds you.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh wowiiiiie, look at all these sexy designs!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ swoons, to @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s delight.<<endif>> [[Tell him to give you the standard tongue stud.|Week 2, Day 7 - Getting a Tongue Piercing - CUMSLUT]] <<if $addiction lt 5>>[[Refuse and say goodbye.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $addiction gte 5>>[[Refuse and say goodbye.|Week 2, Day 7 - Soul Stamp - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $visitedParlour2 is 1>>@@.gunther;"Oh, the lovely lady is visiting again"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s voice greets you as you enter the parlour, @@.gunther;"I suppose my charm is still as captivating as ever!"@@, he exclaims under his roaring laughter. He's not quite wrong, but of course you're only here again because <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> brought you here. @@.gunther;"So, to vhat do I owe the pleasure of being visited by you two girls?"@@ You're as baffled as him. Throwing a questioning glance at <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> who speaks up in response. <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I thought it'd be a good idea to get a check-up on that piercing, just to be on the safe side. You know I only care about your well-being"@@, she quips at you.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Well, if your piercing gets, like, icky and stuff, it's best to know early! So I thought you should have@@ @@.gunther;Gunty@@ @@.bunny;have a look"@@, she explains.<<endif>> Right. Well, it's not a bad idea. You agree, sit down in one of the chairs and have @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ examine your piercing. The whole affair is over very quickly and he concludes that everything looks to be healing ideally, to your relief. @@.gunther;"Looks like I did a good job!"@@, he laughs, @@.gunther;"Is there something else you and your friend wanted to do?"@@ <<if $addiction lt 5>>[[No, you've had enough, take your leave.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $addiction gte 5>>[[Your 'friend' cuts in and actually does have something else planned.|Week 2, Day 7 - Soul Stamp - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $tonguePiercing is 0>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I thought you may want to reconsider. A tongue piercing would look terrific on you, I'm sure"@@, @@.red;Bonny@@ advises you unprompted.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Getting no piercing is a total bore! You don't want to be a bore, do you? Come ooooon, get a piercing!"@@, you're being pressured.<<endif>> You're being given the choice to reconsider. Do you maybe get a piercing still, or are you firm about your decision not to get one? [[Actually, a normal tongue stud sounds like a good idea.|Week 2, Day 7 - Getting a Tongue Piercing - CUMSLUT]] <<if $addiction lt 5>>[[You don't make half-hearted decisions. You stick with your choice and refuse.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $addiction gte 5>>[[You don't make half-hearted decisions. You stick with your choice and refuse.|Week 2, Day 7 - Soul Stamp - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up right after you step out of the door. @@.red;"Alright dear, time to make another stop."@@ So she's going to pull the clinic jig again? You don't look forward to this, but you still hope you're through the worst.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ speaks up right as you step out of the door. @@.bunny;"Alrighty, let's head to the clinic now"@@, she announces. The clinic again? Well, hopefully you've made it through the worst of it already, maybe it'll be nothing.<<endif>> Both of you step through the clinic's doors and are immediately greeted by <<if $chestImplant is 1>>@@.purple;Astrid@@<<else>>a gorgeous blonde woman, who looks like she's been both employee and customer at this institution<<endif>>. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>@@.purple;"Hello you two, it's good to see you again. You've already made an appointment for today, so I assume this is still about our <em>special</em> lip implants?"@@\ <<else>>@@.purple;"I'm glad you came. My name is Astrid"@@, she shakes your hand and smiles, as much as her botoxed face allows her to. @@.purple;"Going by the appointment you made, I assume this is still about our <em>special</em> lip implants?"@@<<endif>> <<if $quizLost2 is 1>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Just to cut you off before you're trying to assert any kind of control over this appointment, let me tell you that you have none. Normally, I would've given you a choice, but you needed to fool around yesterday. I'm not a quizmaster, I'm <em>your</em> master. I don't giving you questions, I give you orders. So lie down, and <em>get juiced up</em>.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Nuh uh, don't even think about chatting with her now! You totally ruined my fun yesterday, I was bored out of my mind. So now you don't get to choose, I do! You owe me some fun, so I'm gonna get it while you get your cutesy@@ @@.azure;fuckpillows@@ @@.bunny;all nice and juicy!!"@@<<endif>> [[Fuck.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - CUMSLUT]]\ \ <<elseif $quizLost2 is 0>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Well, what do you think? I'm leaving the choice to you here, if you want, you can get your lips a little@@ @@.azure;juiced up@@@@.red;, and surely you know the choice I'd make for you, but don't let that influence you or anything"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ tells you with a sly grin.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hmmm, I guess it'd be kinda mean if I chose for you, right?"@@ Yes. Definitely. @@.bunny;"So maybe you should think about it. Like, really reeeeeaaaally think about it. It'd look so hot on you!"@@<<endif>> <<if $addiction lt 7>>The choice is up to you, fortunately. Do you get the lip implants? [[Yes, do it.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - CUMSLUT]] [[No, refuse the implants, who knows what those are made of.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Spurned - CUMSLUT]]\ \ <<elseif $addiction gte 7>>Is she kidding? Of course you want to! @@.azure;Say yes, <em>right. now.</em> You'll love yourself for making that call every day of your life.@@ You can't resist. @@.azure;That's right.@@ [[Beg her to juice up your lips.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<set $tonguePiercing = 1>>@@.azure;"Yes. Please put one of those studs in my tongue"@@, you ask, @@.azure;beg@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@. @@.gunther;"Very vell, just lean back and relax. I vill prepare everything and explain vhat I do, vhen I do it"@@, he says. You try to follow his advice, just settling back into the chair and attempting to calm down, rather unsuccessfully. Quickly, you realise that this is less due to nervousness... @@.azure;but excitement@@. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>If this feels anything like your @@.pink;titties@@ did, you'll enjoy your decision for quite a while.<<endif>> @@.gunther;"Okay, first I vill disinfect the spot, it might taste a little veird but you von't really feel anything else."@@ He says, then does so, and is right, it doesn't have a very pleasant taste, but nothing hurts yet. @@.gunther;"The next part vill be rather painful. First, I vill use this clamp to fixate the spot your stud vill go in."@@ He shows you a clamp, clean-looking and the arms end in little rings, the piercing can go right through those. The clamp now attached to your tongue, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ produces a needle. @@.gunther;"Now, I'll have to make the actual piercing vith this needle. This can hurt quite a lot, so better grab the chair if you're not used to pain. Try not moving around too much."@@ Damn, why did you decide to go for this, you're sca-- <strong>OW!</strong> You can't even finish your thoughts from the pain you're experiencing right now. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees you struggle and has a pained expression on his face, he feels for you. When did your tongue get so sensitive? Fortunately, it's over as quickly and surprisingly as it began, just leaving a dull throb in the aftermath. @@.gunther;"That looked like it hurt a lot, I'm very sorry but it's part of the procedure. I hope you vill like the end result, we're almost finished. Just have tooooo... fertig!"@@ He exclaims after you vaguely feel something metal inserted into your tongue again. @@.gunther;"I vill fetch a small mirror for you. If you allow my saying so, it looks very beautiful on you!"@@, he tells you in his ever-present merry demeanour that makes you forget about the throbbing in your mouth for a moment. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns with a small hand mirror and an even wider smile than before. You look into the handheld piece of reflecting glass and cautiously stretch your tongue out in front of it. When you first lay eyes on the metal stud probing out of the centre of your tongue, a shiver runs down your spine, in a good way. @@.azure;A delicious way.@@ It looks absolutely gorgeous on the @@.azure;new you@@ and you can't imagine ever taking it off again. @@.gunther;"I can tell by your face that you like it as much as me"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ takes you out of your reverie, hinting to you that your smile right now rivals his own. You can't deny that you're really happy with your choice, the pain was absolutely worth it. @@.gunther;"I'm alvays happy to see a pleased customer. Now, is there anything else I can do for you or your friend today?"@@ <<if $addiction lt 5>>[[No, that's all you planned to get here, time to take your leave.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $addiction gte 5>>[[Your 'friend' cuts in, actually having something else planned.|Week 2, Day 7 - Soul Stamp - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"There's still something else to take care of, I have to say"@@, she announces, a devilish grin apparent on her face. Oh no, what happened? @@.red;"Thinking back, how much do you think you let yourself go this week?"@@ You can't believe it. Did you really? @@.red;"I can see your catching on"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ relishes the moment, reading your face. @@.red;"Quite right, you've@@ @@.azure;earned@@ @@.red;yourself a shiny tattoo! Congratulations dear, I look forward to seein what you choose."@@ Your heart sinks all the way into your toes. You honestly didn't think you did that badly... or did you? @@.red;"Oh come on, why the sad face?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ inquires, @@.red;"You didn't feel a thing moments before and you're not going to. Things are just going to stay exactly how they are in this moment. Even moreso than you would believe..."@@, she says ominously<<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>, even though you've already done this once and know how it works<<endif>>. <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>@@.red;"Just in case you forgot how this works, let me refresh your memory."@@<<elseif $bimboTattoo is 0>>@@.red;"I'm going to explain to you how this works, briefly."@@<<endif>> @@.red;"You're not getting normal ink. No, instead I've asked my friends at the corporation for something special. Similar stuff to the choker apparently, just in liquid form. Put that under your skin and it'll apply its effects permanently. Only problem is, since it had to be liquefied, it's not quite as strong. What that means is, one of these tattoos is useless to actually advance a transformation in somebody, however it is perfect to avoid it regressing." "Put simply, no matter how long your choker is off, no matter how much you control yourself from now on, no matter how much you try to deny it...@@ @@.azure;<em>You're a cumslut for life!</em>@@@@.red; Isn't that great? You've been such a magnificent@@ @@.azure;whore@@ @@.red;that your body will expect you to remain one. Who knows, maybe one day you'll be physically addicted to sperm! The sky's the limit, honey."@@ She's enjoying this so much, it increases your pain tenfold. You can't believe it. You're in this for the second week, you've gotten a better grasp on the rules, and you still failed to resist the influence of the choker. <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>Again! <<endif>>Starting to doubt yourself, you only hope that after today, this is all over, and that you somehow, miraculously manage to recover. But it doesn't look like you will.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"That's not all though."@@ Oh my, what does she have in store for you now? @@.bunny;"Remember about having too much fun and how that's gonna make you want to have fun forever and ever?"@@ Oh no... @@.bunny;"Gee@@ @@.azure;sis@@@@.bunny;, you totally made it!" "As a reward you're gonna get a super sexy tattoo<<if $bimboTattoo is 1>> just like your first one<<endif>>. Not just any tattoo, you can even choose out of three super duper ones." "Oh, and did I tell you that they're super special?"@@ <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>Yes, yes you did...<<elseif $bimboTattoo is 0>>No, not that you recall...<<endif>> @@.bunny;"They're, like, made from choky material, but only as splooge, so it's not as strong but it's gonna keep you sexy and jizz-hungry all the time! Maybe one day it's like, gonna be your body who totally needs cum to survive, wouldn't that be awesome?!"@@ Actually, you can think of few things less awesome than that prospect. You can't believe it. You're in this for the second week, you've gotten a better grasp on the rules, and you still failed to resist the influence of the choker. <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>Again! <<endif>>Starting to doubt yourself, you only hope that after today, this is all over, and that you somehow, miraculously manage to recover. But it doesn't look like you will.<<endif>> After giving you some time to process all this, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ fetches six designs to show you, and all of them look utterly @@.azure;gorgeous@@--demeaning. [[Blowjob Queen|Week 2, Day 7 - Blowjob Queen - CUMSLUT]] [[Cum Guzzler|Week 2, Day 7 - Cum Guzzler - CUMSLUT]] [[Sperm Gourmet|Week 2, Day 7 - Sperm Gourmet - CUMSLUT]] [[Throatfuck Trollop|Week 2, Day 7 - Throatfuck Trollop - CUMSLUT]] [[Princess Oral|Week 2, Day 7 - Princess Oral - CUMSLUT]] [[Sloppy Slut|Week 2, Day 7 - Sloppy Slut - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Blowjob Queen@@">><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"A title that exudes confidence. I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Wowiiiiie, what a coincidence, you're gonna be a queen? Well, since we're both@@ @@.pink;bimbo sisters@@@@.bunny;, that means I'll be princess, right? OMG OMG OMG, I always wanted to be a princess!"@@ Your enthusiasm is limited, but at least her excitement distracts you from your own predicament for a few seconds.<<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.<<elseif $bimboTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.azure;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your regal title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before bouncing around you and your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.bunny;"Okie, so now we've got the tattoo all nice and finished. It's so cuuuuuute, I wish I had gotten one. Oh well, I could buy that pretty purse I saw yesterday instead. Hmmmmm..."@@ She considers this for quite some time, until you try to refocus her attention. @@.bunny;"Oh yes, um, so now we go do the next stuff!"@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Cum Guzzler@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"How raunchy, you naughty girl... I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"OMG@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, are you sure you're allowed to say that?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ starts blushing. @@.bunny;"@@@@.pink;Sis@@ @@.bunny;is so grown up and sexy!"@@ You hate to admit it, but the little sister gimmick is working on you right now. Yeah, better not to admit it.<<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.<<elseif $bimboTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.azure;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your regal title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before bouncing around you and your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.bunny;"Okie, so now we've got the tattoo all nice and finished. It's so cuuuuuute, I wish I had gotten one. Oh well, I could buy that pretty purse I saw yesterday instead. Hmmmmm..."@@ She considers this for quite some time, until you try to refocus her attention. @@.bunny;"Oh yes, um, so now we go do the next stuff!"@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Sperm Gourmet@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Ooh, noble aspirations, hmm? Fantastic, really" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Woah,@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny;knows such fancy words! *teehee*" Bunny@@ is visibly impressed. @@.bunny;"That's gonna look super duper on you!"@@<<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.<<elseif $bimboTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.azure;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your regal title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before bouncing around you and your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.bunny;"Okie, so now we've got the tattoo all nice and finished. It's so cuuuuuute, I wish I had gotten one. Oh well, I could buy that pretty purse I saw yesterday instead. Hmmmmm..."@@ She considers this for quite some time, until you try to refocus her attention. @@.bunny;"Oh yes, um, so now we go do the next stuff!"@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $lipImplant = 1>><<if $chestImplant is 0>>@@.purple;Astrid@@ approaches you. @@.purple;"A good choice. If you are nervous at all, I can hopefully alleviate your worries by saying the procedure is very simple and will likely take an hour at most."@@ That does indeed calm you down a little. @@.purple;"Now, up until recently"@@, she goes on, @@.purple;"it was advised not to permanently enhance lips. Injected substances would dissolve after about a year and the procedure would have to be repeated then, which of course creates unnecessary additional costs, but the health concerns were justified."@@ She directs you over to a seat in one of the patient rooms, and straps you in, explaining that you simply shouldn't move around too much during the operation. This time, you don't feel quite as calm. @@.purple;"Interestingly enough, your companion here made a rather curious donation. A compound like I've never seen before. We studied it a while, and think it could make a terrific addition to the field of plastic surgery. Of course, this is all highly unofficial, but given our excessive and thorough testing, I can assure you nothing will go wrong, you'll love the result!"@@ "Unofficial". "Curious". "Nothing will go wrong". You know why you've been strapped in right away. They're injecting you with something now though, and you already feel like the straps will be wholly unnecessary just shortly thereafter.\ \ <<else>>You know more or less what to expect, so you're not as nervous ahead of the procedure this time. @@.purple;"We've had you on the table before, so I assume you're mostly set, right?"@@ It's like she can read your mind. @@.purple;"If anything's worrying you or there's anything you feel you need to know, just speak up while you still can"@@, @@.purple;Astrid@@ warns you. Pretty sure you're fine though. @@.purple;"Okay then. I am legally required to explain that, like last time, this procedure is somewhat experimental. There could be unforeseen consequences, just like with any kind of surgery, only less predictable. Do you understand?"@@ You nod. <<if $quizLost2 is 1>>Not like you have a choice, anyway.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.purple;"Then let's get started"@@, is the last thing to hear before [[you drift into sleep quickly.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Surrender 2 - CUMSLUT]]

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Very well. I said you had a choice, and I'll keep my word"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ tells you. @@.red;"Today will be quite simple then"@@, as she says that, you can hear the disappointment in her voice. That can only be a good thing for you!\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ gives you a big, cartoonish pout. @@.bunny;"I didn't think you were such a wuss! You're so stupid and boring, come on, let's go."@@ Never before has somebody's disappointment filled you with so much relief.<<endif>> <<if $transformationProgress gte 8 and $penis is 1>>\ \ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I do have another suggestion for you though, so hear me out"@@, she restarts the conversation.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"But there's something else I gotta tell you about"@@, she restarts the conversation.<<endif>> [[What is she planning now?|Week 2, Day 7 - Special Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]\ \ <<else>>\ \ <<if $addiction lt 5>>[[And so you finally return to your apartment.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[And so you finally return to your apartment.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $chestImplant is 0>>You feel yourself slowly arising out of sleep... Coming up from your anaesthesia-induced slumber, you hear a voice. It sounds like @@.purple;Astrid@@, explaining something that seems to be related to the implant you must have just received. @@.purple;"...and don't worry, it's well-connected to the tissue around it. Nobody is going to get that implant out without serious invasive surgery."@@ Okay, that can't be about you, sounds like a much more serious procedure. @@.purple;"It appears our guest is ready to join us in reality again"@@, you hear @@.purple;Astrid@@ joke. @@.purple;"Well-rested, sweetness?"@@, she asks you. You're not sure if she's mocking you or trying to be funny and cheerful. @@.purple;"There shouldn't be any problems with the healing process, maybe put an ice pack or two on your lips for the day and you should feel just marvelous tomorrow. I'll fetch a mirror so you can see the final result."@@ At least the recovery time seems to be reasonable. What was it she said right when you were coming up about tissue though? You better ask, and do so before she can even bring up the mirror in front of you. @@.azure;"-at did you say a-out tissue and in-as-uh surgery?"@@ Ouch, you cringe at that line. You can barely move or touch your lips! Gonna need some ice packs alright... @@.purple;Astrid@@'s porcelain white skin turns fire truck red at that question. @@.purple;"I... uuh... that's just medical mumbo jumbo, don't worry your pretty little head about it, it looks fantastic!"@@ Don't worry about it? Now you're worried. @@.purple;"How about that language though?"@@, she laughs, trying to deflect. @@.purple;"You definitely shouldn't strain your mouth too much today, cool it, as I said, and you will be fine tomorrow, I promise you."@@ @@.purple;Astrid@@ now goes off for a second, comes back and raises a mirror in front of you and your lips aren't just lips anymore. They are such plump, succulent, inviting adornments to your face that you would only expect to see on a beauty goddess. Full and contoured, yet decidedly natural-looking and classy. Well, the latter is probably dependent on actions more than looks, you know? @@.azure;No, I didn't understand it, I'd like a visual demonstration~@@ Whatever your concerns and whatever your brain tries to suggest to you, you can't deny that your new lips look stunning on you @@.azure;and you can't wait to try them out@@. Goddamn, that's enough now! You just thank @@.purple;Astrid@@ for her services and decide that it would be a good idea to keep an eye on her, should you ever encounter her again.\ \ <<else>>You feel yourself slowly arising out of sleep... Coming up from your anaesthesia-induced slumber, you hear a voice. It sounds like @@.purple;Astrid@@, she seems to be expecting you to come around this time. @@.purple;"There you are, on time, as always."@@ She seems to be a lot nicer than you remember. @@.purple;"How do you feel, any dizziness?"@@ You nod, you only woke up a moment ago and are still pretty groggy. @@.purple;"Alright, that's completely normal, stay seated for a bit longer. How about your lips, do they feel good? Can you talk?"@@ What an odd question. @@.azure;"O- course I can, why shouldn't it be <strong>p</strong>ossi-- OW!"@@ @@.purple;Astrid@@ can't contain it, she bursts out in laughter. Okay, she may have a point. "P" and "F" seem to be a bad idea with freshly operated on lips. @@.azure;"That will pass-- ouch... go away, right?"@@ @@.purple;"Oh absolutely, probably, maybe that will go away after a few days of cooling it."@@ That doesn't instill confidence. This was a mistake...<<endif>> Or maybe it wasn't. When @@.purple;Astrid@@ pushes a mirror in front of you, you can hardly believe your eyes. Your @@.azure;fuckpillows@@ really stand out now, they're massive and almost have a natural shine to them. Even when you don't want to -- @@.azure;oh, but you want to@@ -- nobody will be able to resist those lips. It's final now, you're destined to service cock with these lips, @@.azure;and that's why you're so happy you accepted them into your new identity@@. <<if $transformationProgress gte 8 and $penis is 1>>\ \ [[''Actually, I have another suggestion for you''|Week 2, Day 7 - Special Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]], <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> tells you.\ \ <<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> smiles at you, <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>even wider than she did after your piercing was in place, <<endif>>more than pleased about the choice you made, you'd bet. She leads you to the exit, and reassuringly tells you what a @@.azure;good girl@@ you've been. And @@.azure;good girls@@ are allowed to <<if $cumslutTattoo is 0>>[[return home after a stressful day.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[return home after a stressful day.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

So the two of you make your way home. Uncertainty nagging at you, you were unable to really sit still or relax in the cab, it's simply too unsettling, thinking of all the possible tricks that may still await you today, as if what you've been through already wasn't enough. <<if $bimbo is 1>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.red;"I won't put you through another moralistic speech today. You know my reasons, and my reasons persist. You probably want the choker off right now. But let's have fun, just one more time. Lie down on your bed."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You're confused. You've jumped through every hoop. Now your patience is dwindling. @@.azure;"What? Why? I- done errything you asked, e-en -ore than you initially wanted. Two weeks are o-er, now let -e li-e on in -eace."@@ Jesus, these implants.<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>You're confused. You've jumped through every hoop. Now your patience is dwindling. @@.azure;"What? Why? I've done everything you asked, even more than you initially wanted. Two weeks are over, now let me live on in peace.<<endif>> Her expression hardens. @@.red;Bonnie@@ fixes you with a hard glare. @@.red;"You will get on the bed. <strong>Now.</strong>"@@ Your body freezes up and your lips part on their own. @@.azure;"Yes, Mistress"@@, you hear your own body say<<if $lipImplant is 1>>, painfully<<endif>>, as it turns around and moves over to the bed, lying down and remaining there, paralysed. Unable to move your head, you just hear her chuckle confidently before she moves away from you. Sounds like she's fetching something from her purse, she's rummaging through something. When she returns, she still wears an arrogant smile on her face as she dangles a rope in front of you. Several, actually. Moments later, you feel her grab your left arm and tie one rope around it, then attach it to something else, presumably the nearest bed post. She continues tying your remaining limbs to the corresponding bed posts, resulting in you lying on your bed spread eagle, completely exposed. From here on out, she starts ripping your clothes off, literally. <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>>Honestly, you're kind of glad she did, now you know you can finally get rid of these @@.pink;gorgeous@@ heels and that @@.pink;super cute@@ dress. @@.red;"You'll get a little wardrobe update, don't worry. You'll need it."@@<<else>>She throws the remains of your clothes to the side. @@.red;"You'll get a little wardrobe update, don't worry. You'll need it."<<endif>> As ominous as that sounded, what you hear next is even more unsettling. [[''Okay, looks like you're ready''|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]], @@.red;Bonnie@@ says as you hear the choker clicking open once more, a feeling of relief rushing over you immediately.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.bunny;"Alrighty, that takes care of everything I planned for you outside your luxury suite. Now for the indoor plans!"@@ She's seriously still that amazed by your apartment? And wait, more plans? You've done all she asked for, for the second time! <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.azure;"Indoor -lans? I thought we did errything already, we did the sa-e things as last weekend"@@, you complain. You'd like to complain about your lip implants as well, but that'd embarrass you even further.<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.azure;"Indoor plans? I thought we did everything already, we did the same things as last weekend"@@, you complain.<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Don't worry@@ @@.bunny;sis@@@@.bunny;, I'll make it super easy for you, I'm gonna do all the work. Just lie down on your bed and let me get some things ready, okie?"@@ You just fix her with an annoyed glare. @@.bunny;"Come on, what are you waiting for?"@@ You're still not moving, you've taken enough today. When she realises you won't comply, you see her getting angry. @@.bunny;"Hey silly, you're supposed to lie down on the bed. Lie down on the bed!!!"@@, she squeals. Your body freezes up and your lips part on their own. @@.azure;"Yes, Mistress"@@, you hear your own body say,<<if $lipImplant is 1>> painfully,<<endif>>> as it turns around and moves over to the bed, lying down and remaining there, paralysed. @@.bunny;"*teehee* I totally forgot about that. So cool!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ rejoices, before starting to rummage through her purse, presumably. You still can't move at all, not even your head. When she steps over back into your sight, she dangles a rope in front of you. A couple of them, actually. Next, she disappears again, and starts tying the rope to your left wrist, and then something outside your view again, probably the bed post closest to you. She goes on like this, moving around you, tying every limb to the adjacent bed post. As some feeling creeps back into your body, you give the ropes a few careful, exploratory pulls, but they don't budge. Seems she got a lot dumber, but remains a bondage expert, crap. Bondage and knots must rank highly enough on the bimbo scale of useful knowledge. Now you're lying on your bed, spread eagle, still unable to move even after your paralysis has worn off. You're completely exposed. What shocks you even more is @@.bunny;Bunny@@ suddenly starting to literally tear off your clothes, since the ropes would be in the way of them, if she tried to remove them normally. @@.bunny;"As much as I hate ruining such cute clothes, I was told you're getting a new wardrobe and the old stuff has to go out."@@ Wait, she was <em>told</em>? She's taking orders now? @@.bunny;"But it looks like you're ready, so I'm gonna make you really naked."@@ She leans over and you hear the *click*, [[that you waited for all week|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]], relief washing over you.<<endif>>

So the two of you make your way home. Uncertainty nagging at you, you were unable to really sit still or relax in the cab, it's simply too unsettling, thinking of all the possible tricks that may still await you today, as if what you've been through already wasn't enough. <<if $bimbo is 1>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.red;"I won't put you through another moralistic speech today. You know my reasons, and my reasons persist. You probably want the choker off right now. But let's have fun, just one more time. Lie down on your bed."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You're confused. You've jumped through every hoop. Now your patience is dwindling. @@.azure;"What? Why? I- done errything you asked, e-en more than you initially wanted. Two weeks are o-er, now let me li-e on in -eace."@@ Jesus, these implants.<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>You're confused. You've jumped through every hoop. Now your patience is dwindling. @@.azure;"What? Why? I've done everything you asked, even more than you initially wanted. Two weeks are over, now let me live on in peace.<<endif>> Her expression hardens. @@.red;Bonnie@@ fixes you with a hard glare. @@.red;"You will get on the bed. <strong>Now.</strong>"@@ Your body freezes up and your lips part on their own. @@.azure;"Yes, Mistress"@@, you hear your own body say<<if $lipImplant is 1>>, painfully<<endif>>, as it turns around and moves over to the bed, lying down and remaining there, paralysed. Unable to move your head, you just hear her chuckle confidently before she moves away from you. Sounds like she's fetching something from her purse, she's rummaging through something. When she returns, she still wears an arrogant smile on her face as she dangles a rope in front of you. Several, actually. Moments later, you feel her grab your left arm and tie one rope around it, then attach it to something else, presumably the nearest bed post. She continues tying your remaining limbs to the corresponding bed posts, resulting in you lying on your bed spread eagle, completely exposed. From here on out, she starts ripping your clothes off, literally. <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>>Honestly, you're kind of glad she did, now you know you can finally get rid of these @@.pink;gorgeous@@ heels and that @@.pink;super cute@@ dress. @@.red;"You'll get a little wardrobe update, don't worry. You'll need it."@@<<else>>She throws the remains of your clothes to the side. @@.red;"You'll get a little wardrobe update, don't worry. You'll need it."<<endif>> As ominous as that sounded, what you hear next is even more unsettling. [[''Okay, looks like you're ready''|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]], @@.red;Bonnie@@ says as you hear the choker clicking open once more, a feeling of relief rushing over you immediately.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.bunny;"Alrighty, that takes care of everything I planned for you outside your luxury suite. Now for the indoor plans!"@@ She's seriously still that amazed by your apartment? And wait, more plans? You've done all she asked for, for the second time! <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.azure;"Indoor -lans? I thought we did errything already, we did the sa-e things as last weekend"@@, you complain. You'd like to complain about your lip implants as well, but that'd embarrass you even further.<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.azure;"Indoor plans? I thought we did everything already, we did the same things as last weekend"@@, you complain.<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Don't worry@@ @@.bunny;sis@@@@.bunny;, I'll make it super easy for you, I'm gonna do all the work. Just lie down on your bed and let me get some things ready, okie?"@@ You just fix her with an annoyed glare. @@.bunny;"Come on, what are you waiting for?"@@ You're still not moving, you've taken enough today. When she realises you won't comply, you see her getting angry. @@.bunny;"Hey silly, you're supposed to lie down on the bed. Lie down on the bed!!!"@@, she squeals. Your body freezes up and your lips part on their own. @@.azure;"Yes, Mistress"@@, you hear your own body say<<if $lipImplant is 1>>, painfully<<endif>>, as it turns around and moves over to the bed, lying down and remaining there, paralysed. @@.bunny;"*teehee* I totally forgot about that. So cool!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ rejoices, before starting to rummage through her purse, presumably. You still can't move at all, not even your head. When she steps over back into your sight, she dangles a rope in front of you. A couple of them, actually. Next, she disappears again, and starts tying the rope to your left wrist, and then something outside your view again, probably the bed post closest to you. She goes on like this, moving around you, tying every limb to the adjacent bed post. As some feeling creeps back into your body, you give the ropes a few careful, exploratory pulls, but they don't budge. Seems she got a lot dumber, but remains a bondage expert, crap. Bondage and knots must rank highly enough on the bimbo scale of useful knowledge. Now you're lying on your bed, spread eagle, still unable to move even after your paralysis has worn off. You're completely exposed. What shocks you even more is @@.bunny;Bunny@@ suddenly starting to literally tear off your clothes, since the ropes would be in the way of them, if she tried to remove them normally. @@.bunny;"As much as I hate ruining such cute clothes, I was told you're getting a new wardrobe and the old stuff has to go out."@@ Wait, she was <em>told</em>? She's taking orders now? @@.bunny;"But it looks like you're ready, so I'm gonna make you really naked."@@ She leans over and you hear the *click*, [[that you waited for all week|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]], relief washing over you.<<endif>>

<<set $naked = 1>><<set $nameColour = 0>><<set $cumslutStats = 2>><<set $cumslutChoker = 0>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>>That relief quickly gives way to another feeling. Something is creeping into your skull... it's obstructing everything, making it all look so... @@.pink;pink@@. Oh no, not that cursed fog again! <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What's wrong, feeling a little@@ @@.pink;bubbly@@@@.red;?"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@ say, undoubtedly grinning maliciously. @@.red;"Well, should've shown more restraint during that first week. But I'm glad you didn't. Hey, you're getting better though, so there's that."@@ It's not really a skill you pride yourself in, and not one you wish to cultivate. @@.red;"What are you going to do, now that you're <em>free</em>?"@@, she asks you again. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this -ree"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this free"@@<<endif>>, you joke, while gesturing towards your arms. @@.red;"Right!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ laughs, @@.red;"We're all set to get started"@@, she says, while setting down a pretty large dildo on the table next to your bed. It's distinctly different to the other one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Huh, why are you pulling those weird faces? Did you really forget about the first week already? Oooh, I'll always remember, you were such a slut! This week you were a real bore. I'm so glad I put the bimbo choky on you first, now we're@@ @@.pink;bimbo sisters@@ @@.bunny;forever!! *teehee*"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ celebrates. But wait, you almost forgot. The thing about the wardrobe! <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> so-ething a-out -y clothes? Why would any-ody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it e-en -ean?"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> something about my clothes? Why would anybody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it even mean?"@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Oh my, choky's off for three seconds and you're all talky."@@ Actually, you reco- recip- repicto-, you also totally hate all this chatty stuff! @@.bunny;"The nice lady told me of course! Enough chit-chat now, it's time to finish today off. And you! *giggle*"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ tells you while setting something down on the table next to your bed. It's a pretty large dildo, but different to the one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>\ \ <<else>>You're so glad you got the choker off again. You made it through two weeks of this crazy oddyssey, a feat you're quite proud of, in all honesty. But as you quietly celebrate, your focus is moving from your neck to your belly. A low rumbling interrupts your excitement. Your addiction is still there? But you didn't let yourself go, you're certain you didn't! Thinking about it for a bit, you conclude it must be residual effect from the choker, you only just got rid of it, it'll ebb away in a while, you're sure. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Thinking of me, I hope?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ takes you out of your reverie. You actually have to smile, that was kind of cute. At the same time, that signals you can move your face again. @@.red;"What are you going to do, now that you're <em>free</em>?"@@, she asks you. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this -ree"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this free"@@<<endif>>, you joke, while gesturing towards your arms. @@.red;"Right!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ laughs, @@.red;"We're all set to get started"@@, she says, while setting down a pretty large dildo on the table next to your bed. It's distinctly different to the other one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]] \<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Didja fall asleep or something?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ takes you out of your reverie. Wait, @@.bunny;Bunny@@, you totally forgot about her for a minute. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> so-ething a-out -y clothes? Why would any-ody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it e-en -ean?"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> something about my clothes? Why would anybody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it even mean?"@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Oh my, choky's off for three seconds and you're all talky. The nice lady told me of course! Enough chit-chat now, it's time to finish today off. And you! *giggle*"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ tells you while setting something down on the table next to your bed. It's a pretty large dildo, but different to the one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> \ \<<endif>>

<<if settings.pussy and $transformationProgress gte 10>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"You've come quite far. Honestly, you've been a <em>real</em> slut, I don't know how you managed to 'fail' that badly. Guess you really had it in you, huh?"@@ For some reason, hearing that doesn't even affect you. @@.red;"I intended to come forth with an offer at this point, but honestly, with the <em>work</em> you put in, I feel like asking you is a waste of time. There's no need to thank me; your actions have been very clear displays of gratitude already. Enjoy, honey."@@ She says those last words with true affection, maybe you actually will love what's next? [[There's only one way to find out.|Week 2, Day 7 - Special Surgery Surrender - CUMSLUT]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I totally almost forgot, there's even more you can do here! Isn't this place amazing?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ asks, likely rhetorically. @@.bunny;"You've been soooo super slutty these last two weeks! I'm so proud, you're doing even better than me, although you're pretending not to have fun at all! Anyway, I was gonna ask you something, but with how many cocks you took and how much you loved it, I thought I'd just surprise you with it. Have fun!"@@ Shit. Well... maybe you will have fun? Right? [[There's only one way to find out.|Week 2, Day 7 - Special Surgery Surrender - CUMSLUT]]\ <<endif>>\ <<else>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"You've come quite far. Honestly, you've been a <em>real</em> slut, I don't know how you managed to 'fail' that badly. Guess you really had it in you, huh?"@@ For some reason, hearing that doesn't even affect you. @@.red;"I've got a reward on offer, and seeing your... preferences, you may actually go for it. It's totally up to you though." "How about getting... female equipment down there? You know, the real deal. It'll look just like a real one, and even better, <em>feel</em> like a real one.@@ @@.purple;Astrid@@ @@.red;has agreed to throw it on top of your current procedures on the house, as a little token of appreciation. I think she sees a potential recurring customer too."@@ She winks at you. @@.red;"What do you say? Are you up for it? Keep in mind, some guys really have a thing for chicks with dicks, but it's still a niche. It'd certainly improve your chances."@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I totally almost forgot, there's even more you can do here! Isn't this place amazing?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ asks, likely rhetorically. @@.bunny;"You've been soooo super slutty these last two weeks! I'm so proud, you're doing even better than me, although you're pretending not to have fun at all!"@@ Could that be true? No way, you don't want this to happen. You've been forced into these compromising situations, right? ...right? @@.bunny;"So seeing as your little friend looks real funny but not as sexy as the rest of your kickin' bod, we thought maybe you want to turn yourself into a complete whore by adding the most important tool to your body, and removing your worthless one now! A pretty pink pussy all for yourself, just think about that. Hmmmmmm..."@@, she moans like she just tasted something utterly delicious.\ <<endif>> [[That actually doesn't sound that bad. You'll take it.|Week 2, Day 7 - Special Surgery Surrender - CUMSLUT]] With how far your transformation has progressed, at this point, a vagina will probably avoid question instead of attracting them. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 0>>[[What do you care what guys want? Refuse the offer.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslutTattoo is 1>>[[What do you care what guys want? Refuse the offer.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> You'll find a way to reverse all this, and having more experimental surgery done on you probably won't help that effort.\ <<endif>>

<<set $penis = 0>><<set $penis3 = 1>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ doesn't say anything, just smiles widely and then nods in @@.purple;Astrid@@'s direction, who comes strutting over and leads you back to the operating table.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ barely gets a word out, instead immediately starting to jump up and down excitedly. @@.purple;Astrid@@ approaches upon seeing that bubbly, bouncy blonde. @@.purple;"May I assume that means she's taking the procedure?"@@ Wow, the operation hasn't even started and you're at "she" already. It gives you a bit of a pleasant tingle in your body, you have to admit.<<endif>> Lying on the table, you're filled with excitement and nervousness. You're not even trying to convince yourself that this is in order to "keep up a disguise" or to "fit in" with your new body. There's at the very least a part of you that really looks forward to this, maybe without all the other consequences attached to the choker. You're quickly put under, not feeling anything during the procedure. When you slowly awaken, that "not feeling anything" is immediately obvious between your legs. No slight pull or rubbing against anything. Momentarily, you stand up, only to fall on your butt again, realising you should probably get your wits about you for at least a few seconds. @@.purple;Astrid@@ sympathises, and brings you a full-length mirror. When she's back, you actually manage to stay on your heels again. The sight absolutely stuns you. Your proud, fake H cup tits immediately catch the eyes of anybody who would look at you. And who wouldn't want to? Those round jugs that defy gravity, those plump, dick-sucking lips with whorish, glossy lipstick on it, and your juicy ass, jiggling wildly whenever you strut on your insane heels. But the picture is now completed by what sits right next to your rear. Fat labia that are so perfectly smooth, covering you up down there, only parting slightly at the top to make way for an equally sizable clitoris, inviting a touch. Not in the mood to mess around while you have an audience, you go on to use two finger to spread your labia and get a look inside. Looks just like the ones you've seen in your time, and tight as well. Now at the latest, the tingle you felt in anticipation of the operation turned into a fire of excitement. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What do we do if she gets pregnant."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"But what if she gets, like, preggers?"@@<<endif>> Splash. That much for your excitement. @@.azure;"I can get pregnant now?!"@@ @@.purple;"Hey, you asked for the 'complete' package, don't blame me, I work off the order written down for me."@@ You didn't exactly order it yourself, but you suppose you <em>could</em> have thought about this. @@.purple;"Don't worry, you've got a womb, but we've got no way to know whether it's functional, much less fertile, until it happens."@@ @@.azure;"It?"@@, you ask. @@.purple;"It"@@, Astrid reassures you, nodding. Great, not only pregnancy, but periods on top of it. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, I've got all of that organised, we'll deal with the eventuality tomorrow"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ explains.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, no worries@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, I totally have it all figured out. I'm gonna explain everything to you tomorrow in super hot@@ @@.pink;sister shenanigans@@@@.bunny;!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ rejoices.<<endif>> Well, you're not going to let that bring you down. If anything, it does make the experience more complete and will be an interesting lesson, if a burdensome one. You're resolved to enjoy this feeling of being <em>whole</em> [[all the way home.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]

She's never brought a vibrator here. And judging by the ropes, she probably didn't bring it along for herself. She must know that after the choker is off, she holds no power over you, and that you'll fuck off away from her as soon as you can. That must be why she tied you to the bed, to get one last laugh out of you. Hell, that's fine by your standards, seeing as that story means your choker is gone. Ugh, did you just call it "your" choker? That's how messed up this got. Well, you're in recovery now, from here on out, things will necessarily improve. Once she's done with you, you move away, start a new life. It'll be hard, but not impossible, you avoided getting hit by everything she's planned for you at least. You're startled by a thick rubber object probing at your sphincter. Without you noticing, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> had lubed up the vibrator and gotten around the bed to play with you from the end of it. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Feel good?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Feel good?"@@<<endif>>, she wants to know. If you're honest, it kind of does. The vibrator was weirdly shaped, just like the dildo she already used on you. Seems like the shape is designed to reach some specific spot, it would make sense. And it certainly works for you. You simply nod to her and bite your lip<<if $lipImplant is 1>> -- OUCH! --<<endif>> in a lewd gesture, somewhat surprised that you instinctively chose to tell her you truly enjoy that she's teasing your rear right now. Recovery might take longer than you anticipated. Those idle thoughts are pushed out of your head when you hear a *click* that immediately puts you on edge. Suddenly, your anus starts to tickle, and shortly afterwards, vibrate strongly. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> just turned the vibrator on and now it's working your boypussy from inside! The feeling is absolutely incredible, like nothing you even felt when you've had a choker on you. Now you're starting to moan, audibly, much louder and more girly than you would've expected. But it's just too much for you, you can't control your voice anymore, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> is working your ass too expertly, yet furiously at the same time. You feel pressure building in your balls, and are certain that orgasm is coming soon, when you hear another *click*, [[yet the vibrator keeps buzzing away.|Week 2, Day 7 - Asiafying, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $nameColour = 3>><<set $asianStats = 1>><<set $asianChoker = 2>>@@.gold;"WHAT THE HELL?!"@@, is what you'd love to be screaming right now, but you're so into it, all that desire does is to intensify the volume of your lewd, feminine grunts of joy. One which you undoubtedly feel, but it's set against a backdrop of fear, now that your misery is renewed. This weird combination of panic and arousal is only fuelling your fires more, in a disturbing way. What's even more unsettling is that you can't even see what choker you received this time! You won't be able to figure out what's going to happen to you for now. As a silver lining, you're approaching one bomb of an orgasm, and you're coming ever closer... right there... as the vibrator suddenly exits you, your pleasure fading. Your mind can't even process what's happening right now, your facial expression one of utter confusion, with all these mood swings. You must be a truly dumb and pathetic sight right now. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> is just sitting on the end of the bed, enjoying herself way too much. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"What are you doing? Co-e on, I- -issed enough that you -ut another choker around -y neck after you- already ruined -y li-e! At least gi-e -e the satis-action o- a good orgas-."@@ Dear lord, your speech is absolutely mangled.<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"What are you doing? Come on, I'm pissed enough that you put another choker around my neck after you've already ruined my life! At least give me the satisfaction of a good orgasm."@@<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I don't think so"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ says to your surprise, @@.red;"I mean, unless you begged for it, maybe?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Nah, I don't feel like it"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ says to your surprise, @@.bunny;"but if you're begging, like, 'please, please, please', then maybe I'll let you cum *teehee*"@@<<endif>> You can't believe your ears. More games. What's the point? Your patience is running thin. @@.gold;"I don't know why you think I wou-- oooh, ooooooh"@@, you are interrupted mid-sentence by <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> pressing the vibrator in again, apparently realising that she's going too far. At least you naively thought so, until she withdraws the vibe once more shortly before you finish. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"What is wrong with you? Sto- it."@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"What is wrong with you? Stop it."@@<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Are you begging me to stop?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Is that, like, begging me to stop?"@@<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"O- course not!"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"Of course not!"@@<<endif>> And after two more minutes of chuckling<<if $bimbo is 2>> and giggling<<endif>>, the toy enters your anus again, only to be pulled out moments later. In and out, in and out. With proceedingly shorter pauses, and decreasingly shorter insertion. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"S-sto- it, a-already. Just -inish it."@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"S-stop it, a-already. Just f-finish it."@@<<endif>> You're barely managing to push the words past your lips. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> only looks at you expectantly, smirking. @@.gold;"I can't take it<<if $lipImplant is 0>> anymore<<endif>>"@@, you cry out, <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"-lease!"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"please!"<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"I-I -eg you."@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"I-I beg you."@@<<endif>> And those are the magic words. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> grins widely and with one good shove, she pushes the vibrator into you <em>up to the hilt</em>. You immediately unleash an eardrum-piercing scream of pleasure as you have the strongest orgasm of your life, cum shooting all the way into your face. @@.gold;"That takes care of that residual hunger at least"@@, [[you think to yourself while you swim in the afterglow.|Week 2, Day 7 - Revelation, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $asianChoker = 1>><<set $obedience = 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress = 1>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> gives you some space to enjoy the moment, an offer you accept gratefully, while she moves away from the bed for a bit, to do who-knows-what. That doesn't just give you time to bathe in joy, but also to take stock of your situation. Still panting, you try to get a look at yourself, as much as possible in these restraints. You're not sure but... did you get a tan? It's a very subtle one, if at all existent. The restraints also seem to stretch you more. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> didn't tighten them though, definitely not. Does that mean you got even shorter? And you're resting noticeably higher and more cushioned than before. A tan... More shrinking... Butt enlargement... What kind of transformation could this be? Before you can ponder the question, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> [[comes back|Week 2, Day 7 - Bonnie's Aftermath, Tattoo Off - CUMSLUT]], mirror in tow, grabbing your attention.

Sadly, the mirror is standing upright, so you really can't see anything in it. And you can't move either, so for now, you're only able to see your hips, which isn't much help. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Well, I guess I don't have to explain how this works, do I?"@@ You just fix her with an annoyed glare, you can hardly bring yourself to be angry right now. @@.red;"Alright, alright. Listen up though, because that doesn't mean we have nothing to discuss. You have to make rent, don't you?"@@ For a few moments, you totally forgot about your job and your apartment. Chaos on every front. @@.red;"I got you a new job!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ announces excitedly. Your excitement is well-contained. You've trusted her one too many times. Or more like five. @@.red;"You could say 'thank you' at least. I talked to my boss and he agreed to let me forward some customers to you and for you to work independently."@@ Aaaaand, there it is. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"So let -e get this straight. You want -e to take your custo-ers, do your work, -or you to cut -e in? I don't think so."@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"So let me get this straight. You want me to take your customers, do your work, for you to cut me in? I don't think so."@@<<endif>> @@.red;"What are you accusing me of? I am shocked!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ mocks you. @@.red;"Seriously, if I were you -- and thank god I'm not! -- I would take the first fucking deal at employment I can get, because nobody is going to hire me with papers that look nothing like mine."@@ It's hard to argue with that. @@.red;"And for the record, I'm not cutting you in. I said you'd work <em>in-de-pen-dent-ly</em>! And I mean it, I'm simply forwarding you customers because I called in a few favours. <em>Just</em> for you. But of course I didn't expect you to appreciate it."@@ She actually seems sincere. And she was often talking about how business got worse instead of better, so this might legitimately hurt her income. Wait, she could've just left you alone then! This isn't your fault, you don't want to sell your body to begin with! @@.red;"And besides, not whoring yourself would conflict with your newest piece of jewelry"@@, she smirks. This is enough now, you're about to forget your manners, and let fly all the pent-up frustration of the last two weeks, when @@.red;Bonnie@@ moves just in time to untie you, which calms you down a little again. @@.red;"I'll see you tomorrow"@@, she tells you as she steps out of your apartment. That bitch. She picked up a box before she left, and you can see your wardrobe standing wide open and empty. But before you get to sleep, or even see yourself in the mirror, there's one last suggestion presented to you. Hair dye. Since you're approaching @@.gold;your dream figure@@, you're supposed to look perfect, and exactly as you like it. You're presented with a pick out of four colours, or simply stick with your current hair. [[Platinum blonde|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair"]] [[Classic Brunette|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "classic, @@.pink;sexy@@ brown hair"]] [[Fiery red|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "fiery, @@.azure;vibrant@@ red hair"]] [[Deep Black|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair"]] But now you have a chance to [[look at yourself in the mirror|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT]], to finally find out @@.gold;what you are@@.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I guess I don't hafta explain to you how the chokies work. You're so good with them *teehee*"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ mocks you. Good one. @@.bunny;"But we still need to have a tiny chat, there's something super important. How are you gonna pay for your huuuuuuuge apartment now that you were fired by that meanie?"@@ Gee, thanks for reminding me. And by the way, he fired me because of you. Of course you don't tell her that. @@.bunny;"Well, it's time to partyyyyyy, because I totally got you a new job!"@@ Oh, this will be good. @@.bunny;"My boss is super mad at me lately and says I can't forget the money from the clients all the time. So I asked him if I could bring along my@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny;and he was super in love with the idea!"@@ And there it is. @@.bunny;"I'm gonna, like, send you... uuh... something with 'p'. A pile? Uh, a pile about a client so you know lots about him and stuff, and then you can choose one to have fun with!"@@ A profile? @@.bunny;"But don't forget to pick up the money, or the boss will be mad at@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny;too."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"-asically, I would take your custo-ers and get a cut o- your -ay?"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"Basically, I would take your customers and get a cut of your pay?"@@<<endif>> And sell sex for money, don't forget that part. @@.bunny;"Oh no no, you're gonna work indie-, imbe-, uuuh... like for the boss, not for me. All these silly big words are making me all angry and horny!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ looks increasingly frustrated. You don't count on the conversation lasting much longer, which is the first good news of the day. @@.bunny;"It's so cool, we're gonna be closer than ever. We like the same things, like cocks, we both have gorgeous blonde hair and like to dress pretty, we have the same jobs... You're trying really hard to be my@@ @@.pink;bimbo sister@@@@.bunny;, I love you so so much!"@@ Before you can retaliate with a snide remark, you get a wet kiss planted on your lips, as is customary for @@.bunny;Bunny@@ by now, and she moves to untie you right afterwards. When you're finally freed, she says goodbye and tells you the two of you will get you all set up tomorrow. You see her pick up a box before leaving, and notice your wardrobe standing open and completely empty. Guess you'll sleep nude tonight. But before you get to sleep, or even see yourself in the mirror, there's one last suggestion presented to you. Hair dye. Since you're approaching @@.gold;your dream figure@@, you're supposed to look perfect, and exactly as you like it. You're presented with a pick out of four colours, or simply stick with your current hair. [[Platinum blonde|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair"]] [[Classic Brunette|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "classic, @@.pink;sexy@@ brown hair"]] [[Fiery red|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "fiery, @@.azure;vibrant@@ red hair"]] [[Deep Black|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair"]] At least now you have a chance to get a [[good look at yourself in the mirror|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT]], to finally find out @@.gold;what you are@@.<<endif>>

You're stunned when you step in front of the mirror. Your eyes drift immediately to your neck. <strong><center>@@.gold;ASIAN@@ @@.gold;WHORE@@</center></strong> \ It all makes sense. Shrinking, getting a tan. It wasn't just your imagination, that was exactly what was happening to you. You're shocked still, but as you move around, you can also see that, for just having sex once, your butt gained quite a bit of heft. So what was all that stuff about teasing you, not letting you orgasm? About making you beg? You're at a serious disadvantage this time, since <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> didn't explain how the choker works this time. Gotta figure it out yourself. Focusing on your mind and your thoughts, you don't find anything that's too out of place. But when thinking about yourself, you feel something. You feel... petite. It's not about your height, although that is also a situation you need to keep an eye on, but about your personality. You feel like you'd have a tough time saying "no" to somebody, and that you'd rather have somebody else hold the reins. In a word, you feel submissive, deferring and obedient. Could that be the key? Just in case, you should try to keep your chin up, let that confidence flow. But for now, you should take in the rest of your body. You are <<if $nameColour is 0>>@@.cyan;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;$firstname $lastname@@<<endif>>. \ \ You are $heightdesc[$height] tall, \ \ and have $hairlengthdesc[$transformationProgress] $haircolour. <<if $asianProgress is 1>>You've gotten a slight tan somewhere.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your skin has taken on a tan.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your skin is healthily tanned.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your skin is alluringly tan.<<elseif $asianProgress gte 5>>Your skin is @@.gold;exotically@@ tan, making your complexion look<<if $thaiName is 1>> South<<endif>> East Asian.<<endif>> <<if $gyaru is 1>>At least that was before your gyaru transformation. Now your skin is <em>thoroughly</em> tanned, and in a noticeably fake tone. It almost gleams, and there is no doubt about the conclusions people are drawing from it as soon as they lay eyes on you. @@.gold;Just the way you like it.@@<<endif>> You have $bodydesc[$transformationProgress], \ \ and <<print $chestdesc[Math.trunc($chest)]>><<if $chestImplant is 1>>, brought close to perfection by the special, @@.pink;splendid@@ silicone implants. They make your tits feel less squishy in some areas, defy gravity with their posture, and increase your sensitivity greatly, somehow<<endif>>. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>In addition, two metal studs adorn your nipples, further increasing your sensitivity, and ensuring to have heads turned your way. @@.pink;Good...@@<<endif>> \ \ <<print $assdesc[Math.trunc($ass)]>> <<if $assImplant is 1>>Your cheeks have been enhanced by the wondrous implants the corporation sponsored. Cellulite will never be an issue for you, and your buns are two geometrically perfect globes; so perfect that they just have to be fake.<<endif>> <<if $navelPiercing is 1>>Your belly button is adorned by a gorgeous purple gem in a silver setting, pierced and locked in place inside your "innie" navel.<<endif>> You have $handsdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $fingernails isnot "">> $fingernails<<endif>> and \ \ $feetdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $toenails isnot "">> $toenails<<endif>>. <<if $naked is 0>>You are currently wearing $shirt, with $bra underneath. Below you've donned $bottomwear and $underwear underneath. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$penisdesc[$transformationProgress]<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice, hidden behind your underwear<<endif>>. Your feet are adorned by $shoes. \ \ <<elseif $naked is 1>>You are currently completely naked. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$nakedpenisdesc[$transformationProgress].<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice.<<endif>><<endif>> Your $facedesc[$transformationProgress] has $makeupModifier $makeup on it.<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> Don't be deceived though; there are no cosmetics on your face. It's all due to the wonders of @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s "adaptive cosmetics" that your face looks like it does. You'll have beautiful-looking pseudo-makeup on you for the rest of your life. @@.pink;How useful!@@<<endif>><<if $plasticface is 1>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you decided to let @@.astrid;Astrid@@ modify your face even further into femininity. Not only do you look like a woman, you wear a perpetual look of seduction, with arched eyebrows, pouty lips, and a supermodel jawline. Fucking. Worth. It.\ <<elseif $plasticface is 2>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you @@.pink;begged@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ to intensely alter your face. You look like sex incarnate. Your eye lids seem to rest most comfortable when half-closed, your lips naturally pout without looking fake<<if $plasticlips is 1>>, though your later decision to pump them full of collagen remedied that problem<<endif>>, and the corners of your mouth inch up almost imperceptibly in a mysterious, inviting smile. You aren't just a woman. You are <em>the</em> woman.<<endif>> \ \ Your eyes are $eyes<<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1 or $glassesused5 is 1 or $glassesused6 is 1>>, though currently hidden behind trashy, huge sunglasses<<endif>> and your lips are <<print $lipsdesc[Math.trunc($lips)]>>. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You have @@.azure;juiced up@@ your lips permanently, begging the world to use them.<<endif>> <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>If you stick out your tongue, you can see a round, heavy, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ stud embedded in the middle of it.<<endif>> <<if $asianProgress is 1>>Your eyes seem to have slimmed down a little.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your eyes have definitely slanted a bit.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your eyes have slowly taken on an almond shape, looking like they'd fit on an Asian girl already.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your eyes are unmistakably Asian now, almond-shaped @@.gold;and alluring@@.<<elseif $asianProgress is 5>>Your eyes have completely taken on a form that would only be seen on an Asian @@.gold;street walker@@, almond-shaped, tempting, @@.gold;and hot as fuck@@.<<endif>> <<if $bimboChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;BIMBO@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $cumslutChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $asianChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as an @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@.<<endif>><<if $asianChoker is 2>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, but you haven't had a chance to read it yet.<<endif>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.fetish;FETISH SLUT@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fashionChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;FASHION QUEEN@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fucktoyChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;PLASTIC FUCKTOY@@.<<endif>> After an exhausting day comes a good sleep. [[You can really use some.|Week 3, Day 1 - The First Day - ASIAN WHORE]]

Kept you waiting, huh? Well, I hope it was worth the wait, and that you had a good amount of @@.pink;fun@@ and arousal playing/reading. I really regret the decision to make Week 2 the path that you didn't take first. Let me tell you, it is no fun copy-pasting loads of things and then basically being a glorified spell check/consistency check. At the same time, I can't rewrite it all, because that would throw things out of balance, and this update probably wouldn't come out before the real apocalypse, so there's that. I learned two more things: 1. Making the main character have three different personalities is probably the most retarded idea since trickle-down economics and I deserve to be thoroughly beaten for coming up with it. 2. Finally getting to write completely new content towards the end was much more enjoyable and less stressful. Sadly of course, it's back to finishing the second path for me. Oh my. At least clothing is figured out for the most part, that seriously slowed me down. Before I go on talking about the game I want to mention somebody who didn't appear in the Author's Note because I didn't know about them back then, and that is greyelf. I want to wholeheartedly thank him for helping me out and giving me pointers back when I first released the story in September and just a few days ago he's been instrumental in enabling me to continue the other path as soon as this one's finished and fixed. Go ahead and tell greyelf what a stud he is in the forum thread! <strong>But what can you do to make this story better?</strong> This time, I think it's mostly down to spelling and formatting errors. I didn't test as many of the passages, since many times I just had to make minor adjustments. But even those can make everything fall apart. I changed around many more variables, added some new ones. The appearance page might break at some point if I messed up there, did a lot of restructuring for it. Report anything that seems suspicious to you, whether it's just a displaced comma, or a <em>possibly</em> wrong variable change, everything helps, even if it turns out it wasn't a bug at all, it's better for me to check too often than the other way around. Recently, I came up with an idea which I'm going to put in a poll soon, but you can also give some preliminary thoughts in a forum post. I felt that the temporary variables (Mental Strain, Hunger and Composure) are not getting a lot of use. I was thinking to increase them automatically by 1 every day. Especially for Hunger, I felt it would neatly simulate you getting jumpy when you don't get your fix for a few days. What do you think? On a similar topic, I find "Composure" is a bit of a generic term for a temporary stat. If you can come up with a term that's corresponding well to "Submissiveness" but in a more time-limited sense, I'd much appreciate it, but I've kind of given up hope, lol. No thesaurus can save me. I also wanted to include the breast implants and large breasts in general. So, --SPOILER SPOILER-- on Week 2, Day 1, if you have sex with @@.robert;Robert@@ and are the proud owner of @@.azure;tits@@ at a DD cup or higher, sex and/or going all in will offer you a little extra sequence for all the breast enthusiasts out there. In fact, if you do have the breast implants, it's going to be hard to say no to him anyway~ I plan to include more of this kind of stuff, but I don't know whether it's going to be during Week 2 on that path. I definitely need to build in a couple more reactive aspects to some of the sex scenes, or they'll start to get stale. --END OF SPOILER END OF SPOILER-- If you've got good ideas for modifying a sex scene or including something (stats, objects, clothing!) in a sex scene, out with it! Feel free to tell me in the forum thread, or via PM, if you're shy, lol. I think that's all there is to say, thanks so much for your continued support, your patience and your constant feedback. Hope your genitals liked it!

<<set $naked = 1>><<set $nameColour = 0>><<set $cumslutStats = 2>><<set $cumslutChoker = 0>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>>That relief quickly gives way to another feeling. Something is creeping into your skull... it's obstructing everything, making it all look so... @@.pink;pink@@. Oh no, not that cursed fog again! And what's worse, you're so hungry it's driving you nuts! You haven't had a @@.azure;meal@@ in over a day... <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What's wrong, feeling a little@@ @@.pink;bubbly@@@@.red;?"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@ say, undoubtedly grinning maliciously. @@.red;"Well, should've shown more restraint during that first week. But I'm glad you didn't. And you seem to be keeping up the good work, I'm impressed. It's not bad luck at this point, I can see you're getting into it."@@ Maybe she's got a point. @@.red;"What are you going to do, now that you're <em>'free'</em>?"@@, she asks you again. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this -ree"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this free"@@<<endif>>, you joke, while gesturing towards your arms. @@.red;"Right!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ laughs, @@.red;"We're all set to get started"@@, she says, while setting down a pretty large dildo on the table next to your bed. It's distinctly different to the other one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Huh, why are you pulling those weird faces? Did you really forget about the first week already? Oooh, I'll always remember, you were such a slut! I'm so glad I put the bimbo choky on you first, now we're@@ @@.pink;bimbo sisters@@ @@.bunny;forever!! *teehee* Not that it really matters, I mean, maybe this week was even better than the last. I can't remember when I ever had so much fun!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ celebrates. But wait, you almost forgot. The thing about the wardrobe! <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> so-ething a-out -y clothes? Why would any-ody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it e-en -ean?"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> something about my clothes? Why would anybody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it even mean?"@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Oh my, choky's off for three seconds and you're all talky."@@ Actually, you reco- recip- repicto-, you also totally hate all this chatty stuff! @@.bunny;"The nice lady told me of course! Enough chit-chat now, it's time to finish today off. And you! *giggle*"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ tells you while setting something down on the table next to your bed. It's a pretty large dildo, but different to the one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>\ \ <<else>>You're so glad you got the choker off again, but you quickly feel that it doesn't really make a difference. Your stomach doesn't budge, not for a second. It's still pestering you, and it's driving you insane. You haven't had a @@.azure;meal@@ in over a day. You don't know how anybody could survive going this long without a @@.azure;yummy load in the mouth@@. At least this will give you a reason to start a relationship with somebody, you try to justify your obvious predicament. @@.azure;Nutritious cum on tap, hmmmmmmm~@@ That should make you quite popular among single men. And hey, it's one more thing you enjoy eating! <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Thinking of me, I hope?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ takes you out of your reverie. You actually have to smile, that was kind of cute. At the same time, that signals you can move your face again. @@.red;"What are you going to do, now that you're <em>free</em>?"@@, she asks you. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this -ree"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this free"@@<<endif>>, you joke, while gesturing towards your arms. @@.red;"Right!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ laughs, @@.red;"We're all set to get started"@@, she says, while setting down a pretty large dildo on the table next to your bed. It's distinctly different to the other one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]] \<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Didja fall asleep or something?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ takes you out of your reverie. Wait, @@.bunny;Bunny@@, you totally forgot about her for a minute. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> so-ething a-out -y clothes? Why would any-ody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it e-en -ean?"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> something about my clothes? Why would anybody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it even mean?"@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Oh my, choky's off for three seconds and you're all talky. The nice lady told me of course! Enough chit-chat now, it's time to finish today off. And you! *giggle*"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ tells you while setting something down on the table next to your bed. It's a pretty large dildo, but different to the one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> \ \<<endif>>

She's never brought a vibrator here. And judging by the ropes, she probably didn't bring it along for herself. She must know that after the choker is off, she holds no power over you, and that you'll fuck off away from her as soon as you can. That must be why she tied you to the bed, to get one last laugh out of you. Hell, that's fine by your standards, seeing as that story means your choker is gone. Ugh, did you just call it "your" choker? That's how messed up this got. Well, you're in recovery now, from here on out, things will hopefully improve. Once she's done with you, you move away, start a new life. You slipped badly this week, and you may not be able to reverse it, but maybe the physical changes won't be permanent, you hope. You're startled by a thick rubber object probing at your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter.<<elseif $penis is 0>>newly-formed pussy. Holy shit, this feels so good!<<endif>> Without you noticing, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> had lubed up the vibrator and gotten around the bed to play with you from the end of it. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Feel good?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Feel good?"@@<<endif>>, she wants to know. <<if $penis is 1>>If you're honest, it kind of does.<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.cyan;"Oh! Oooooooooh!"@@, is all you manage to get past your lips, but that seems answer enough.<<endif>> The vibrator was weirdly shaped, just like the dildo she already used on you. Seems like the shape is designed to reach some specific spot, it would make sense. And it certainly works for you. You <<if $penis is 1>>simply<<elseif $penis is 0>>then<<endif>> nod to her and bite your lip in a lewd gesture, somewhat surprised that you instinctively chose to tell her you truly enjoy that she's teasing your <<if $penis is 1>>rear<<elseif $penis is 0>>clit<<endif>> right now. Recovery might take longer than you anticipated. Those idle thoughts are pushed out of your head when you hear a *click* that immediately puts you on edge. Suddenly, your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<elseif $penis is 0>>love canal<<endif>> starts to tickle, and shortly afterwards, vibrate strongly. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> just turned the vibrator on and now it's working your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy from inside! The feeling is absolutely incredible, like nothing you even felt when you've had a choker on you<<if $penis is 0>>, much less with your old dick<<endif>>. Now you're starting to moan, audibly, much louder and more girly than you would've expected. But it's just too much for you, you can't control your voice anymore, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> is working <<if $penis is 1>>your ass<<elseif $penis is 0>>you<<endif>> too expertly, yet furiously at the same time. You feel pressure building <<if $penis is 1>>in your balls<<elseif $penis is 0>>down there, almost like when you still had balls<<endif>>, and are certain that orgasm is coming soon, when you hear another *click*, [[yet the vibrator keeps buzzing away.|Week 2, Day 7 - Asiafying, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $nameColour = 3>><<set $asianStats = 1>><<set $asianChoker = 2>>@@.gold;"WHAT THE HELL?!"@@, is what you'd love to be screaming right now, but you're so into it, all that desire does is to intensify the volume of your lewd, feminine grunts of joy. One which you undoubtedly feel, but it's set against a backdrop of fear, now that your misery is renewed. This weird combination of panic and arousal is only fuelling your fires more, in a disturbing way. At least your hunger is fading away and your stomach calming. But what's even more unsettling is that you can't even see what choker you received this time! You won't be able to figure out what's going to happen to you for now. As a silver lining, you're approaching one bomb of an orgasm, and you're coming ever closer... right there... as the vibrator suddenly exits you, your pleasure fading. Your mind can't even process what's happening right now, your facial expression one of utter confusion, with all these mood swings. You must be a truly dumb and pathetic sight right now. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> is just sitting on the end of the bed, enjoying herself way too much. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"What are you doing? Co-e on, I- -issed enough that you -ut another choker around -y neck after you- already ruined -y li-e! At least gi-e -e the satis-action o- a good orgas-."@@ Dear lord, your speech is absolutely mangled.<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"What are you doing? Come on, I'm pissed enough that you put another choker around my neck after you've already ruined my life! At least give me the satisfaction of a good orgasm."@@<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I don't think so"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ says to your surprise, @@.red;"I mean, unless you begged for it, maybe?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Nah, I don't feel like it"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ says to your surprise, @@.bunny;"but if you're begging, like, 'please, please, please', then maybe I'll let you cum *teehee*"@@<<endif>> You can't believe your ears. More games. What's the point? Your patience is running thin. @@.gold;"I don't know why you think I wou-- oooh, ooooooh"@@, you are interrupted mid-sentence by <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> pressing the vibrator in again, apparently realising that she's going too far. At least you naively thought so, until she withdraws the vibe once more shortly before you finish. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"What is wrong with you? Sto- it."@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"What is wrong with you? Stop it."@@<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Are you begging me to stop?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Is that, like, begging me to stop?"@@<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"O- course not!"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"Of course not!"@@<<endif>> And after two more minutes of chuckling<<if $bimbo is 2>> and giggling<<endif>>, the toy enters your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<elseif $penis is 0>>pussy<<endif>> again, only to be pulled out moments later. In and out, in and out. With proceedingly shorter pauses, and decreasingly shorter insertion. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"S-sto- it, a-already. Just -inish it."@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"S-stop it, a-already. Just f-finish it."@@<<endif>> You're barely managing to push the words past your lips. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> only looks at you expectantly, smirking. @@.gold;"I can't take it<<if $lipImplant is 0>> anymore<<endif>>"@@, you cry out, <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"-lease!"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"please!"<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"I-I -eg you."@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"I-I beg you."@@<<endif>> And those are the magic words. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> grins widely and with one good shove, she pushes the vibrator into you <em>up to the hilt</em>. You immediately unleash an eardrum-piercing scream of pleasure as you have the strongest orgasm of your life, cum shooting <<if $penis is 1>>all the way into your face<<elseif $penis is 0>>out of you with pressure, dripping down the vibrator<<endif>>. <<if $penis is 1>>@@.gold;"I need to get one of those"@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.gold;"Looks like they made me a squirter"@@<<endif>>, [[you think to yourself while you swim in the afterglow.|Week 2, Day 7 - Revelation, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]]

<<set $asianChoker = 1>><<set $obedience = 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress = 1>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> gives you some space to enjoy the moment, an offer you accept gratefully, while she moves away from the bed for a bit, to do who-knows-what. That doesn't just give you time to bathe in joy, but also to take stock of your situation. Still panting, you try to get a look at yourself, as much as possible in these restraints. You're not sure but... did you get a tan? It's a very subtle one, if at all existent. The restraints also seem to stretch you more. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> didn't tighten them though, definitely not. Does that mean you got even shorter? And you're resting noticeably higher and more cushioned than before. A tan... More shrinking... Butt enlargement... What kind of transformation could this be? Before you can ponder the question, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> [[comes back|Week 2, Day 7 - Bonnie's Aftermath, Tattoo On - CUMSLUT]], mirror in tow, grabbing your attention.

Sadly, the mirror is standing upright, so you really can't see anything in it. And you can't move either, so for now, you're only able to see your hips, which isn't much help. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Well, I guess I don't have to explain how this works, do I?"@@ You just fix her with an annoyed glare, you can hardly bring yourself to be angry right now. @@.red;"Alright, alright. Listen up though, because that doesn't mean we have nothing to discuss. You have to make rent, don't you?"@@ For a few moments, you totally forgot about your job and your apartment. Chaos on every front. @@.red;"I got you a new job!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ announces excitedly. Your excitement is well-contained. You've trusted her one too many times. Or more like five. @@.red;"You could say 'thank you' at least. I talked to my boss and he agreed to let me forward some customers to you and for you to work independently."@@ Aaaaand, there it is. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"So let -e get this straight. You want -e to take your custo-ers, do your work, -or you to cut -e in? I don't think so."@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"So let me get this straight. You want me to take your customers, do your work, for you to cut me in? I don't think so."@@<<endif>> @@.red;"What are you accusing me of? I am shocked!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ mocks you. @@.red;"Seriously, if I were you -- and thank god I'm not! -- I would take the first fucking deal at employment I can get, because nobody is going to hire me with papers that look nothing like mine."@@ It's hard to argue with that. @@.red;"And for the record, I'm not cutting you in. I said you'd work <em>in-de-pen-dent-ly</em>! And I mean it, I'm simply forwarding you customers because I called in a few favours. <em>Just</em> for you. But of course I didn't expect you to appreciate it."@@ She actually seems sincere. And she was often talking about how business got worse instead of better, so this might legitimately hurt her income. Wait, she could've just left you alone then! This isn't your fault, you don't want to sell your body to begin with! @@.red;"And besides, not whoring yourself would conflict with your newest piece of jewelry"@@, she smirks. This is enough now, you're about to forget your manners, and let fly all the pent-up frustration of the last two weeks, when @@.red;Bonnie@@ moves just in time to untie you, which calms you down a little again. @@.red;"I'll see you tomorrow"@@, she tells you as she steps out of your apartment. That bitch. She picked up a box before she left, and you can see your wardrobe standing wide open and empty. But before you get to sleep, or even see yourself in the mirror, there's one last suggestion presented to you. Hair dye. Since you're approaching @@.gold;your dream figure@@, you're supposed to look perfect, and exactly as you like it. You're presented with a pick out of four colours, or simply stick with your current hair. [[Platinum blonde|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair"]] [[Classic Brunette|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "classic, @@.pink;sexy@@ brown hair"]] [[Fiery red|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "fiery, @@.azure;vibrant@@ red hair"]] [[Deep Black|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair"]] But now you have a chance to [[look at yourself in the mirror|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT]], to finally find out @@.gold;what you are@@.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I guess I don't hafta explain to you how the chokies work. You're so good with them *teehee*"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ mocks you. Good one. @@.bunny;"But we still need to have a tiny chat, there's something super important. How are you gonna pay for your huuuuuuuge apartment now that you were fired by that meanie?"@@ Gee, thanks for reminding me. And by the way, he fired me because of you. Of course you don't tell her that. @@.bunny;"Well, it's time to partyyyyyy, because I totally got you a new job!"@@ Oh, this will be good. @@.bunny;"My boss is super mad at me lately and says I can't forget the money from the clients all the time. So I asked him if I could bring along my@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny;and he was super in love with the idea!"@@ And there it is. @@.bunny;"I'm gonna, like, send you... uuh... something with 'p'. A pile? Uh, a pile about a client so you know lots about him and stuff, and then you can choose one to have fun with!"@@ A profile? @@.bunny;"But don't forget to pick up the money, or the boss will be mad at@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny;too."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.gold;"-asically, I would take your custo-ers and get a cut o- your -ay?"@@<<elseif $lipImplant is 0>>@@.gold;"Basically, I would take your customers and get a cut of your pay?"@@<<endif>> And sell sex for money, don't forget that part. @@.bunny;"Oh no no, you're gonna work indie-, imbe-, uuuh... like for the boss, not for me. All these silly big words are making me all angry and horny!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ looks increasingly frustrated. You don't count on the conversation lasting much longer, which is the first good news of the day. @@.bunny;"It's so cool, we're gonna be closer than ever. We like the same things, like cocks, we both have gorgeous blonde hair and like to dress pretty, we have the same jobs... You're trying really hard to be my@@ @@.pink;bimbo sister@@@@.bunny;, I love you so so much!"@@ Before you can retaliate with a snide remark, you get a wet kiss planted on your lips, as is customary for @@.bunny;Bunny@@ by now, and she moves to untie you right afterwards. When you're finally freed, she says goodbye and tells you the two of you will get you all set up tomorrow. You see her pick up a box before leaving, and notice your wardrobe standing open and completely empty. Guess you'll sleep nude tonight. But before you get to sleep, or even see yourself in the mirror, there's one last suggestion presented to you. Hair dye. Since you're approaching @@.gold;your dream figure@@, you're supposed to look perfect, and exactly as you like it. You're presented with a pick out of four colours, or simply stick with your current hair. [[Platinum blonde|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair"]] [[Classic Brunette|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "classic, @@.pink;sexy@@ brown hair"]] [[Fiery red|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "fiery, @@.azure;vibrant@@ red hair"]] [[Deep Black|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT][$haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair"]] At least now you have a chance to get a [[good look at yourself in the mirror|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - CUMSLUT]], to finally find out @@.gold;what you are@@.<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 3, Monday">><big>Chapter III - ASIAN WHORE</big> You wake up from sleep, which wasn't all that restful or relaxing. Ideally, you would have been furious and angry, but actually, it was hard to get any sleep because you were squirming too much from arousal. Could it be related to the choker? It must be, you don't recall such emotional instability at any point of your life. The @@.pink;BIMBO@@ and @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@ chokers were pretty effective turning pain into pleasure during sex. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, you deserve some credit for that!@@ Maybe the new choker does that too, only without its limit on sexual situations. Oh no, if that's true, you'd be turning into a @@.gold;masochistic fuckdoll@@! @@.gold;"Hmmmmmmm"@@, you moan, your right hand subconsciously driving down towards your @@.gold;clitty@@. Those thoughts only helped refuel the fires from the night and you start working yourself up furiously, until your moans get quite loud, waking you from your own little trance. <<if $penis is 1>>Shamefully, you realise that you've been rubbing your @@.gold;guy clit@@ up and down with two fingers, instead of taking it in your hand and jerking. It's subtle, but makes you feel @@.gold;oh, so wonderful@@-- a little embarassed.<<else>>Wow, masturbation feels so different with the @@.gold;right@@ equipment. At the same time it's really @@.gold;liberating@@-- alienating to be doing it like this now. Maybe your acceptance is going a little too far.<<endif>> On top of that, you realise you haven't woken yourself from the trance in time, having gone down on your genitals enough to make a respectable puddle already. The smell in your nostrils is @@.gold;delightful@@ and makes you a bit more susceptible to sex, you feel like.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> Right on time, there's a knock on the door. You open it naked, confident that it's just going to be <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. Opening up, you see that <<if $bimbo is 1>>[[you were right.|Week 3, Day 1 - Preparing Yourself - Bonnie]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>[[you were right.|Week 3, Day 1 - Preparing Yourself - Bunny]]<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>[[you were right.|Week 3, Day 1 - Preparing Yourself - Bridget]]<<endif>>

<big>Chapter II - BIMBO</big><<set $date = "Week 2, Monday">> <<if $penis is 0>>You're just about woken up and ready for a new day, when your deal with your friend-turned-nemesis is concluded. <<if $cumslut is 1>><<if $contraception2 is 1>>@@.red;"Pleasure doing business with you, darling," Bonnie@@ smirks before closing your apartment door behind her.\ <<else>>@@.red;"Heh, fine by me. You might survive this week, but I'd advise caution. Then again, I'd love to hear the pitter-patter of tiny whore feet all over your nice floor... So take it easy my little@@ @@.azure;slut@@@@.red;" Bonnie@@ mocks before closing your apartment door behind her.<<endif>>\ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>><<if $contraception2 is 1>>@@.orange;"Well done. I'm certain this will be helpful to your purpose," Bridget@@ smirks her intimidating smile. @@.orange;"Make the most of it, darling."@@ Without an opportunity to respond, she's gone, and the apartment door slams shut behind her.\ <<else>>@@.orange;"Pff, if you think it wise," Bridget@@ scoffs. @@.orange;"Don't think for a second that I'll babysit your spawn. I'd advise staying off cock for the week,"@@ she looks you up and down, @@.orange,"but I fear that advice is going to inevitably fall on deaf ears with you. Take care, sweetheart,"@@ she says unusually caringly, almost pityfully, while making her exit.<<endif>>\ <<endif>> <<endif>>So here you are, in your apartment, once more stuck with a choker that has the power to change you forever. You planned to simply sit it out the first time around. To wait until Sunday, keep body and mind alterations to a minimum and write it off as a bad trip. It sounded like a good plan, and still does, if only it had held until the end. Still, in terms of shock, last week doesn't even compare. Sure, everything was new and unclear to you, but things don't exactly make complete sense yet, and you seriously have to worry about <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>; last week, at least you had hope, looking forward to Sunday. Today, you know that her promises are not to be trusted... after all these years of knowing her. Thus, you're desperate to find your own solution of dealing with the choker, but after half an hour of reflection, you come up surprisingly empty. You've bet everything on holding out, and you lost. That leaves you with no clues to go on and nobody to contact. Even worse, you remember that it's Monday, that means rent is due. $$500. This week, you've got... $$800 in your bank account? Huh, it says you still had one week of vacation left, so you had that week's wage left over, sweet! <<if $robertBlackmailed is 0>>That probably means your severance pay gets here next week.<<endif>><<set $cash += 800>><<set $cash -= 500>> Having that taken care of, you realise you're still clueless on how to proceed. Your rent is paid now, which is good, but it's not solving the choker situation. Walking up and down your apartment isn't helping you put together a plan either, so you decide that you may as well get your morning routine out of the way before sitting back down to tackle this problem. Afterwards, you contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt = "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra = "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear = "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden = 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ \ As always, you put on your @@.azure;gorgeous@@ [[transparent evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.azure;alluring@@ bright make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.azure;A compulsion you very much cherish and want to cultivate.@@\ \ <<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Just as you put on the finishing touches, you hear a voice in your head. It's <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s, naturally. You keep forgetting that she can actually talk to you through the damned choker, it's creepy as hell. Fortunately, she doesn't use it excessively. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"How are you doing, sweetums? I hope you recovered well, you were <em>on fire</em> last night." "Anyway, as much as I'd like to keep you squirming, I feel I need to move things along. No sense in keeping you holed up at home, am I right?"@@ Actually, you had hoped she would let you do exactly that. @@.red;"So listen, I'm feeling a pang of generosity, which means you'll be@@ @@.pink;fed@@ @@.red;some information for a change." "As I said, I don't want you cooped up in your little apartment. This is still a punishment and you won't learn anything sitting at home. So, I've decided you could do with a little shopping! I'm sure you will find it very revealing. That's all from me, go have some@@ @@.pink;fun@@@@.red;!"@@\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Good morning, I hope I didn't disturb your morning routine. In fact, I know I didn't, I just saw you put on your makeup, after all."@@ Like you needed another reminder that she can stalk you to her heart's content. @@.orange;"Let's get straight to business. I don't want you hiding your magnificence from the world. Your lips are a real gift and they're wasted on the confines of your apartment. So for today, I'd advise you to do a little shopping tour, you might find it yields more discoveries than you expected. And that's all.@@ @@.azure;Bon appetit@@@@.orange;, my dear."@@<<endif>> And then her voice just fades. Doing a little shopping? <em>The mall!</em> That's probably where she wants you to go. You've never been there before, that's just not your scene at all. But for now it's the only lead you have, [[so you follow it.|Week 2, Day 1 - The Mall - BIMBO]]

<<set $naked = 0>>\ \ Setting foot into the mall, you immediately are overwhelmed by the size of it. As you pass a little candy stand, the vendor hands you a little pack of lollipops with a wide smile on his face. You pocket them right away, slightly creeped out. @@.pink;"Does he know anything? But how could he?"@@ As you stand in the huge structure, you're absolutely overwhelmed, enhanced by the fact that there seem to be no directions available whatsoever, not a single sign to be found. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>Something you've so far forgotten to notice is your lips. You've got them @@.azure;juiced up@@ yesterday and were barely able to talk the entire day, sounding ridiculous when <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> put another choker on you. You can't help but feel the swelling hasn't gone down one bit, which would be rather worrying, so you try speaking properly. @@.pink;"Hello, -y nay-e is-- OH GOD!"@@, you exclaim, realising you can't even tell people your name anymore without drawing attention to your now permanent speech @@.pink;enhancement@@-- impediment. This is a disaster. But you still have to push on. <<elseif $lipImplant is 1 and not settings.lisp>>Something you've so far forgotten to notice is your lips. You've got them @@.azure;juiced up@@ yesterday and were barely able to talk the entire day, sounding ridiculous when <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> put another choker on you. You feel the swelling has gone down, like @@.purple;Astrid@@ predicted, but want to test it to make sure. @@.azure;"Hey, my name is $firstname."@@ Phew, sounds good. It's still kinda tough to close your lips for an M, but you'll get used to it, @@.azure;for the sake of the benefits your fuckpillows provide@@. Time to move on with your plans for today. <<endif>>Looking around you, you spot a boutique, standing out by being the @@.pink;pinkest@@ of all the shops. You shortly contemplate stopping by there, just to placate some of your new cravings. That includes getting new clothes apparently, there's a tingling feeling in your chest just looking in and watching, adoring, @@.pink;envying@@ the mannequins, just standing there, looking pretty and wearing cute clothes... The store's so pink, it's actually suspicious. [[You head inside to investigate.|Week 2, Day 1 - The Mall - Boutique 1 - BIMBO]]

You step inside and get a good look around. It's much larger than it looked at first glance, they've got quite the selection here, although the clientele seems to be... specific. Specifically interested in the colour pink. By now you're reasonably scared of the prospect of returning to your apartment blind to anything but neon colours by the end of the day. @@.pink;In that case, you should probably wear them more often *teehee*@@ An attendant sees you entering the store and looking around. You know that attendants can be overbearing, but she's already headed towards you and you barely drew your first breath inside the boutique. You're getting paranoid here. @@.blue;"Hello there, welcome to our boutique. Are you@@ @@.pink;$firstname@@@@.blue; perchance?"@@ You nod. @@.blue;"Great! I'm glad you found our cozy little place,@@ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> @@.blue;said you would stop by, but you know how she can be, a bit confusing and strangely ominous."@@ Tell me about it. @@.blue;"Here"@@, the attendant says, pushing a familiar cardboard box into your arms. @@.blue;"She told me to give you this, and tell you it'll fill your wardrobe out nicely."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Sorry, -ut I didn't -lan heading straight ho-e, and I would -re-er not carrying a large -ox through the -all the entire day"@@, you explain. Shit, how are you ever going to use the word "prefer" again? The attendant is doing her best to stifle a laugh, hardly succeeding.<<else>>@@.pink;"Sorry, but I didn't plan heading straight home, and I would prefer not carrying a large box through the mall the entire day"@@, you explain.<<endif>> @@.blue;"Oh well, that's easy, it's not like we close at noon. Just stop by in the evening or whenever you're done and take it back home with you. It's no problem keeping it here a while longer, but I really need the space, so it really has to be out by tomorrow. I hope you understand."@@ You nod again, thank her for the offer and [[head back out.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Encounter - BIMBO]]

Leaving the boutique behind, a man standing by himself is looking around, as if searching somebody. The next suspicious lead... by now you don't believe in coincidences anymore. When his eyes meet yours, he stares for a second, then realises his staring and looks away. Or was it just your imagination? You'll just have to chat him up, cautiously. Wouldn't want to blabber your whole story to somebody uninvolved, or you'll be leaving the mall in a straitjacket. @@.blue;"What can I do for you today, little@@ <<if $chokerHidden is 0>>@@.pink;slut@@<<elseif $chokerHidden is 1>>@@.blue;lady@@<<endif>>@@.blue;?"@@, the man inquires as you approach him. How nice. Regardless of your suspicions, you try not to reveal too much, you simply ask him if he knows his way around the mall, if there's anything interesting you should take a look at. Every now and then, you sprinkle a question about jewelry stores or occult gimmicks into the conversation, trying not to sound too weird. After he chats a little more, perhaps to make sure you're really you, he finally opens up. @@.blue;"I know what you're looking for. I've been given the information. The question is, what can you give me?"@@ You're not really sure what you have to offer him, so you think it's best to just ask him what he wants. @@.blue;"Well, I'm a bit uncomfortable talking about such sensitive information in such a public place. I know a quiet alley we could retreat to, to speak in private, and you'd get all the information you need so dearly."@@ <<if $mentalStrain gte 4>>[[Not seeing any reason not to, you follow the strange man into the dark alley.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Alley - BIMBO]]<<else>>Following a stranger into a dark alley? What a great idea! [[Smelling a trap, you tell him to come up with something else.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Riddle - BIMBO]] [[You really need that info. Seeing no way out of this, you surrender yourself to the likely trap.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Alley - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

Following the man for a few minutes, you finally arrive in the alley. It's not far from the mall but it's <em>dead</em>. It doesn't seem to be frequented too often, so it's not very dirty, but there's absolutely no chance that somebody would come through here. You're seriously contemplating that you're the first person after the mysterious stranger to be here. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Looks quiet here, just like you wanted. How a-out that in-o then?"@@, you want to know.<<else>>@@.pink;"Looks quiet here, just like you wanted. How about that info then?"@@, you want to know.<<endif>> @@.blue;"Now hold on just a second, you still haven't answered the question about what you'd give me in exchange@@<<if $chokerHidden is 0>>@@.blue;, my little@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@@@.blue;"@@<<endif>>, as he says this, he pushes his hands into his hips, leaning backwards, emphasising his crotch. <<if $mentalStrain lt 4>>At least you can't say you're surprised. Still, you're unsure what to do now. The way you see it, you have a few options here. <<if $chokerHidden is 0>>His @@.pink;words@@ are giving you a very clear idea of what you @@.pink;want@@.<<set $mentalStrain += 2>><<endif>> First, embrace the @@.pink;brain fog@@ that already announced its presence when the stranger pushed forward his hips. Go all in and just @@.pink;surrender@@. Second, fulfill his wish, only to appease him and get the information you need. It's just sex, you'll be careful not to let it get out of hand. @@.pink;Right?@@ So, what do you do? @@.pink;You allow the pink fog to conquer your existence, [[going all in|Week 2, Day 1 - First Alley All In, Already - BIMBO]].@@ You decide to appease him, and agree to have @@.pink;yummy@@ [[sex with him|Week 2, Day 1 - First Alley Sex - BIMBO]].<<if $mentalStrain lt 3>> You tell him off, and [[demand he come up with a different task.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Riddle - BIMBO]]<<endif>> <<elseif $mentalStrain gte 4>>You can't follow. You give him a @@.pink;deer in headlights@@ look, confused, but worked up already. Oh no... @@.pink;Oh yes!@@ @@.blue;"God, you really are a@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@@@.blue;, aren't you?"@@, he asks you, which summons the @@.pink;pink fog@@ into your brain with such force, you fall on your back. It's quickly taking over, you feel your control leaving your body by the second. @@.pink;"heeeeeeeeeeh..."@@, a drunk sigh is all you can manage. The stranger obviously interprets the mindless bliss that's currently gracing your face as an unconditional peace you've made with the position you're in, and moves to <<if $mentalStrain lte 4>>[[free access to the core of your being.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Alley Sex - BIMBO]]<<elseif $mentalStrain gte 5>>[[free access to the core of your being.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Alley All In, Already - BIMBO]]<<endif>><<endif>>

@@.blue;"Alright then, so you want to know what else you could do for me, hmmmm..."@@, the stranger weighs his options, @@.blue;"I know! I like riddles, so you'll have to show some brains!"@@ Better that than your panties, right? @@.pink;Wrong~@@ @@.blue;"Here we go, pay close attention. <em>The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from [[a foe's attack.|Thank you tfgs]]</em> Who are we?"@@ You think, trying to do your best. You come up with a few ideas. [[Pawns on a chess board|Week 2, Day 1 - First Riddle Solved - BIMBO]] [[The Eight Musketeers|Week 2, Day 1 - First Riddle Failed - BIMBO]] [[The A-Team (twice)|Week 2, Day 1 - First Riddle Failed - BIMBO]] [[The Eight Immortals|Week 2, Day 1 - First Riddle Failed - BIMBO]]

<<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $brainDrain += 2>><<set $bimboAllin1 = 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 3>><<set $lips += 1>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 1>><<endif>>\ \ You can't believe you ended up here. You can't believe <em>how</em> you ended up here. Right now, your situation is unbelievable. And that's exactly how you feel. The stranger has no inclination of being too gentle with you, he seems to disapprove of @@.pink;what you are@@. Joke's on him though, because you're going to enjoy this more than he can imagine. Your legs already wrapped around him, you start teasing his cock with your cheeks, moving yourself up and down, his meat sliding over you bare ass. Although he just seemed like he was going to make a quick affair out of this, he enjoys your attention greatly, allowing you to continue your work, making you @@.pink;so, so proud@@. You don't want to be a tease though. You want to have @@.pink;fun@@. And he deserves to have a dip in your @@.pink;<<if $penis is 1>>rear <<endif>>honeypot@@. So after getting his dick @@.pink;nice and hard@@, as well as a little lubed from sweat and pre-cum, you decide to finally @@.pink;take what's yours@@. Ramming your legs downwards with speed, the stranger's dick impales you uncontrollably, filling your entire body with delicious pain<<if $penis is 0>> as your hymen rips with one thrust<<endif>>. From here on out, it's all autopilot. Every one of his plunges into you feels like he's poking your brain directly with his dick, more and more of your faculties being shut down steadily. Finally, you reach the stage where you can only describe yourself as being in a drunken stupor once again. Unconscious, for all intents and purposes, your only conscious acts serving to @@.pink;fill your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy up good@@. Soon, even those last instincts fade, as you lose control of all of your limbs. If you were on autopilot before, now you're just a drone, remote controlled by your @@.pink;cum tunnel@@. There's no other feeling like it. You would thank the nice @@.pink;pink fog@@ in your brain, if you weren't busy drooling on your <<if $chest gte 0, $chest lt 1>>a completely flat chest<<elseif $chest gte 1, $chest lt 2>>small chest bumps<<elseif $chest gte 2, $chest lt 3>>A cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 3, $chest lt 4>>B cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 4, $chest lt 5>>C cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 5, $chest lt 6>>D cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 6, $chest lt 7>>DD cup @@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $chest gte 7, $chest lt 8>>E cup @@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $chest gte 8, $chest lt 9>>F cup @@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $chest gte 9, $chest lt 10>>G cup @@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $chest gte 10, $chest lt 11>>H cup @@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $chest gte 11>>I cup @@.pink;tits@@<<endif>> right now. You don't even feel the rough asphalt on your back, the rough hands of the stranger, holding you for support. Nothing. But you feel every vein on his rod, the twitching of his dick inside you, as he finally pumps you full of @@.pink;the juice only good girls get@@. He has no romantic inclinations, unsurprisingly. Using your mouth to clean his cock, he leaves you some more of his special gift. @@.pink;You must've been a <em>really</em> good girl today. Way to go! *teehee*@@ He drops a little note on your face. Once you come up from your @@.pink;drunken fuck trance@@, you'll see it gives you instructions to perform at the mall, bringing you closer to your target of removing this cursed choker. @@.pink;But you wouldn't want to get separated from your lucky charm, would you?@@ <<if $penis is 1>>Another thing you note is that there's a puddle of semen on your stomach. Did he?... No, of course not. It's yours. It appears your prostate is much more sensitive than some women's clits. @@.pink;And I can't wait to have one of those!@@ You eat the cum from your belly, you don't want all of that to go to waste.<<else>>Another thing you note is that there's a little puddle touching your ass. Ew, did you fall into something wet? Oh no, the alley was totally clean before... Some quick exploration reveals a waterfall streaming down your pussy. @@.pink;Looks like I made a bit of a mess *teehee* oops!@@<<endif>> After waiting long enough for the fog to let you stand up and wipe your mouth again, you realise it's got pretty late. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Wow, you outdid yourself today. Maybe you're better suited to this purpose than you initially thought, my sweet little@@ @@.pink;Bimbo@@@@.red;"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@'s voice in your head, mocking you.<<else>>@@.orange;"What a delightful showing. I believe you have real potential at becoming a first-rate@@ @@.pink;whore@@@@.orange;"@@, you hear @@.orange;Bridget@@ mock you, but it has barely any effect in your current state.<<endif>> That means you can finally [[go back home after a tiring day.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $bimboSex1 = 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 1>><<endif>>\ \ You resign yourself to the fact that you're going to have sex with this stranger, whose name you still don't even know. You're on your back, already naked, and he's currently rubbing his dick in between your <<if $penis is 1>>ass cheeks<<else>>thighs<<endif>>, just warming up. Well, at least he'll get his cock a little wet before entering you, that's a relief. Fortunately, you've got the fog on @@.pink;your side@@. Its job seems to be to redirect sensations, so when the stranger pushes past your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>labia<<endif>> with force, the pain<<if $penis is 0>> of your hymen breaking<<endif>> only lasts seconds before that @@.pink;cute@@ dumb smile starts creeping onto your face, and growing with every thrust. Soon, you're a @@.pink;bubbly@@ mess, bouncing up and down his meat, every lunge more delightful than the last. Dear God, you could get used to @@.pink;getting used@@. Your moans are earth-shattering by now, you feel your mind leaving as more and more of your brain gets @@.pink;fucked out of your head@@. Perhaps that's not a bad thing. It certainly doesn't feel that way. You wish this moment could last forever, but sadly, it can't. Not feeling anything but the stranger's cock twitching, you're injected a fresh dose of semen, as far up your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>>womb<<endif>> as it will go. You both delight in the feeling, your mind long gone, drooling it out of your mouth one drop at a time. He pulls out with a @@.pink;lovely@@ popping noise, and decides your open mouth is just perfect to clean his dick after a successful conquest. Thanking him with a post-orgasm moan, he throws a note your way, right before leaving you there in the alley. Once your mind has reinstated itself, you'll realise it contains instructions to perform in order to open a pathway that hopefully bears new answers for you. After coming down off your @@.pink;cock trance@@, you realise it's getting rather late. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Impressive performance. At the end of this week, you'll be my sweet little@@ @@.pink;Bimbo@@@@.red;, I can feel it already,"@@ you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@'s voice in your head, mocking you.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Wow, what a performance. I'm definitely impressed. Perhaps I should consider that choker for myself as well? Then again, it didn't look like it had to do much work"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ ends her mocking with a throaty chuckle.<<endif>> That means you can finally [[go back home after a tiring day.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $riddleSolved = 1>>@@.blue;"Correct, correct!"@@, the stranger jubilates, @@.blue;"You're smarter than you look!"@@ You take it as a compliment. @@.blue;"That was certainly entertaining. Here's the note for you, you've thoroughly earned it!"@@ You're delighted to hear that. Taking the note from the mysterious stranger, it seems you have to stand in a specific spot, doing a bunch of things to open up a pathway to the place you're looking for. Sounds medieval. Too medieval for you at this time of day, you realise. You've had a long day, so your decide to let your investigation rest for now. That means you can finally [[go back home after a tiring day.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $riddleSolved = 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 2>>@@.blue;"Very funny, but sadly, completely wrong!"@@, the stranger shocks you. @@.blue;"You really tried, didn't you?"@@ You did. You're not sure what you'll do now... This really nags at you, causing you some serious strain. @@.blue;"It'd be rude of me not to help you out though. I wanted entertainment and I got as much. Here, take this note, follow the instructions on there and you'll find the place you're looking for."@@ You're incredibly relieved that you still received the clue you'd been hoping for. If you hadn't you wouldn't have known what to go on next. The note seems to indicate there's a special position to stand on, with some actions to perform and you'll unlock a secret place. Sounds medieval. Too medieval for today, you've spent so much time at the mall already, you wanna quit your quest for now. That means you can finally [[go back home after a tiring day.|Week 2, Day 1 - First Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tanlines">><<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Titjob">><<endif>>Not exactly an eventful day. Still, you've got your first hint towards a possible source of information, or maybe somebody helpful or even a way to get rid of this and undo it! Plus, your wardrobe doubled in size.<<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>>.. for all the good that will do, with you orgasming every morning by just touching your @@.pink;gorgeous@@ dress.<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $bimbolastname is 0>><<set $bimbolastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $cumslutName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.pink;your@@ bubbly, horny voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.pink;"Heeeyaaaaa cutie! This dress isn't just pretty, it's also super easy to get out of *teehee* Name's $firstname Titjob and you can totally get one if you wanna have fun!"@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain is 0>>It's too early to celebrate or surrender. Best get prepared for tomorrow and see if you get any further. So [[you go to bed early.|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO]]\ <<else>>You remember the pack of candy you were handed by that creepy vendor earlier. Looking at them, your notice that they're shaped like a little penis. @@.pink;*teehee* How cute!@@ The day has exhausted you quite a bit, and you sure could go for something sweet right now. Cautiously licking one, you are almost shocked by the sweet taste. Just a moment later though, you're ecstatic. Do you want to suck a lollicock? It seems delicious and relaxing, but also suspicious. [[Yes, go down on a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO][$mentalStrain -= 2, $suckMonday = 1]] [[No, don't suck a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 2, Tuesday">>Another day, another riddle. You've got the note yesterday and it leads you to the mall once more. This time, you need to go on another floor though, looks to be the top one. The directions seem to be precise at least. But first of all, get ready for the day. You contemplate what to wear. Today, your wardrobe's a bit more varied, after you've been handed that huge pack of clothes yesterday. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt = "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra = "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear = "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden = 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear [[the schoolgirl outfit?|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO Clothing]] In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[belly-free t-shirt|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO Clothing]] and tight denim jeans? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather wear the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO Clothing]], with denim hotpants? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the @@.pink;bubbly@@ [[pink clubbing dress?|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO Clothing]] To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ \ As always, you put on your @@.azure;gorgeous@@ [[transparent evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.azure;alluring@@ bright make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.azure;A compulsion you very much cherish and want to cultivate.@@\ \ <<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> With that taken care of, you just want to [[get to the mall|Week 2, Day 2 - The Mall Again - BIMBO]] as soon as possible, to solve this stupid puzzle.

<<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 2 - The Second Day - BIMBO]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> With that taken care of, you just want to [[get to the mall|Week 2, Day 2 - The Mall Again - BIMBO]] as soon as possible, to solve this stupid puzzle.

You enter the mall a second time and already feel a little better acquainted with it. You need to get started on solving this mystery, so you head directly to the floor specified in the instructions you received from the mysterious stranger and stand in the very spot you're supposed to stand in. It's at the very top of the mall, and pretty much deserted. Now, the note tells you to look out for a noticeable groove in a specific brick. There it is! Next you need to... lick it. Well, at least that explains why nobody accidentally found this place. You lick the groove. Nothing happens. ... Well. Maybe you didn't do it right. You have nothing else to go on, and there's nobody so far up on this floor, so fuck it, this is important, or at least it could be. You get to licking some more. This time, it comes much more natural to you, so much so that a little accidental moan escapes your lips. Lips... you now realise, a bit late, what this act very closely resembles and that this brick doesn't feel nearly as rough as a brick should. Therefore resolving to continue, reasoning that you're probably required to show a bit of effort, you bear down on it and are soon awarded with some fluid infiltrating your mouth. You @@.pink;giggle@@ in surprise, unable to help yourself. Some drops escape your mouth, revealing the fluid to be somewhat thick and transparent pink. You feel some heat spreading through your body and some @@.pink;pink@@ throughout your brain.<<set $mentalStrain += 2>> As you turn around though, you see a guy standing behind you, [[giving you the most confused look you've seen on a man's face.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Mall Encounter - BIMBO]]

@@.pink;"Uuuuh..."@@, you stammer. @@.blue;"Well?"@@ The stranger looks at you, incredulous. @@.pink;"Um..."@@ Nice job. @@.blue;"Thank God you're wearing that necklace so that everybody knows what a@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@ @@.blue;you are, people might have mistaken you for Marie Curie otherwise!"@@ Oh no, not that wooo...@@.pink;hooooooooord@@, your heaving sets in, your skull gets crowded. The stranger is really not following at this point. But you're sure he'll get some idea, soon enough. <<set $mentalStrain += 1>> <<if $provocativeDress is 1 and $mentalStrain gt 3>>@@.blue;"Fuck it. Dressed like a cheap@@ @@.pink;WHORE@@@@.blue;, moaning loudly in a public mall. You're probably going to thank me for this."@@ Before he can carry out his plan though, you jump him. His tirade affected you so badly, fuck, you @@.pink;NEED@@ him right now. You tackle him to the ground, sitting on his stomach, leaning back a little. <<if $shirt is "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">>The short skirt of your dress causes your panties to be fully exposed.<<endif>> <<if $shirt is "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">>@@.blue;"'@@@@.purple;TAKE ME STUD@@@@.blue;'?"@@ The stranger looks down at your thong, reading it. <<endif>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"-weeeeeaaaaaaaase~"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"Pweeeeeaaaaaaaase~"@@<<endif>> you moan. Oh no, the fog overtook your speaking faculties now. <<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>>That didn't happen last time, especially not before you even started anything. <<endif>>This can't end well for you. Flashing a wide smile, the stranger picks you up at your hips, eliciting a girly, @@.pink;bimbo *giggle*@@ from you, and twirls you around, so you're in @@.pink;your happy place@@<<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>> once more<<endif>>. Your @@.pink;boypussy@@ is twitching [[in anticipation.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second All In - BIMBO]]<<elseif $provocativeDress is 1 and $mentalStrain is 3>>@@.blue;"Fuck it. Dressed like a cheap@@ @@.pink;WHORE@@@@.blue;, moaning loudly in a public mall. You're probably going to thank me for this."@@ Before he can carry out his plan though, you jump him. His tirade affected you so badly, fuck, you @@.pink;NEED@@ him right now. You tackle him to the ground, sitting on his stomach, leaning back a little. <<if $shirt is "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">>The short skirt of your dress causes your panties to be fully exposed.<<endif>> <<if $shirt is "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">>@@.blue;"'@@@@.purple;TAKE ME STUD@@@@.blue;'?"@@ The stranger looks down at your thong, reading it. <<endif>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"-weeeeeaaaaaaaase~"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"Pweeeeeaaaaaaaase~"@@<<endif>> you moan. Oh no, the fog overtook your speaking faculties now. <<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>>That didn't happen last time, especially not before you even started anything. <<endif>>This can't end well for you. Flashing a wide smile, the stranger picks you up at your hips, eliciting a girly, @@.pink;bimbo *giggle*@@ from you, and twirls you around, so you're in @@.pink;your happy place@@<<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>> once more<<endif>>. Your @@.pink;boypussy@@ is twitching [[in anticipation.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Sex - BIMBO]] You have just enough self-control not to go completely crazy though. That is, if you even want to have self-control. [[Crazy sounds just like your style.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second All In - BIMBO]]<<elseif $provocativeDress is 0 and $mentalStrain gt 4>>@@.blue;"Fuck it. Proudly calling yourself@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@@@.blue;, moaning loudly in a public mall. You're probably going to thank me for this."@@ Before he can carry out his plan though, you jump him. His tirade affected you so badly, fuck, you @@.pink;NEED@@ him right now. You tackle him to the ground, sitting on his stomach, leaning back a little. You grind against his dick as you cry out <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Cummy -aaaaaad!"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"Cummy baaaaaad!"@@<<endif>> Oh no, the fog overtook your speaking faculties now. <<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>>That didn't happen last time, especially not before you even started anything. <<endif>>This can't end well for you. Flashing a wide smile, the stranger picks you up at your hips, eliciting a girly, @@.pink;bimbo *giggle*@@ from you, and twirls you around, so you're in @@.pink;your happy place@@<<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>> once more<<endif>>. Your @@.pink;boypussy@@ is twitching [[in anticipation.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second All In - BIMBO]]<<else>>@@.blue;"Fuck it. With your excessive moaning and how you carry yourself, you're probably just waiting for this."@@ He walks over to you with a stern step, pinning you forcefully against the brick wall you were ministrating mere moments ago. Oh @@.pink;Gawd@@, his manliness makes you so @@.pink;wet@@. You need to end this as long as you still can.<<set $mentalStrain += 1>> How do you react? [[Drop down to your knees, or better yet, on your back directly, hoping to go all in.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second All In - BIMBO]] [[Give him a piece of your mind, returning his forceful attitude.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Sex Avoided - BIMBO]] [[Whince at his forceful display, hoping to stir compassion.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Sex - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $naked = 1>><<set $bimboAllin2 = 1>><<set $brainDrain += 2>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 3>><<set $lips += 1>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 1>><<endif>>\ \ You need it so badly right now, fuck. You don't care. All inhibitions are leaving your body, you'll do <em>anything</em> to get a @@.pink;good, hard dick into you@@ right now.<<if $provocativeDress is 1>> Fortunately, your outfit was made for this purpose. Even dressed, you look like a @@.pink;sexpot@@, always ready to @@.pink;impale yourself willingly on a hard manly rod@@. And if you're honest, that absolutely applies to you right now, which makes you all the happier when the stranger only has to take off your @@.pink;beautiful@@ panties and immediately gains access to the most important parts of your body. <<endif>> @@.pink;"So hoooooornyyyyy, pweeeeaaaase"@@, you whine, jiggling your @@.pink;juicy hips@@. The @@.pink;stud@@ reacts immediately, not wasting any time. He has you bend over, <<if $provocativeDress is 1>>so that the dress automatically rides up high enough, he doesn't even take it off<<else>>undressing you just enough to get access to your @@.pink;core@@.<<endif>> @@.pink;Gawd@@, this position looks so hot. Your head is positioned right before your spread legs, which you can see, looking back, mounted on $shoes, the pose making you look ultimately @@.pink;slutty@@. The buzzing in your brain sets in as a reward. @@.pink;Hmmmmmmm, good girl.@@ The stranger pushes in and those last thoughts vanish. There's only your @@.pink;<<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy@@ and @@.pink;the fog@@ now. The stranger went in dry and you're feeling the effects, but only for a few seconds, <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;the fog@@<<else>>@@.pink;your new equipment@@<<endif>> really does a magnificent job. Your moans set in with the continuing plowing and slapping you receive from behind. His grunts seem to indicate that he's having @@.pink;lots and lots of fun@@ too, which makes you really @@.pink;proud@@ and elicits a @@.pink;*giggle*@@ from you. As he hears that, he goes even faster. @@.pink;"So if I giggle, I get more fun?"@@, you ponder. You <strong>@@.pink;have@@</strong> to remember that. Sweet lord, your moans are getting so loud, if the mall wasn't completely empty, you'd have attracted a real crowd. @@.pink;Next time I should come earlier *teehee*.@@ Things are getting intense, you're so far gone you're starting to drool again, an easy way to tell you're in @@.pink;your happy place@@ right now. You feel so alive right now, so @@.pink;goooooood@@. Again, the stranger speeds up at your drooling and giggling, your moans already piercing walls and windows, you're sure. @@.pink;"Shank you, Daddy"@@, you manage to get past your drooling lips, and the stranger suddenly <strong>explodes</strong> into you, you've never felt nor seen a load this big. @@.pink;Lucky You! *teehee*@@ You twitch all over your body as you're being @@.pink;filled to the brim with sticky lovejuice@@. You're certain that some of the cum is finding a path all the way into your skull, at least it's all you have on your mind right now. You totally break down, unable to support your own body anymore, you drop off the stranger's dick with a @@.pink;cute@@ pop and collapse to the floor, the twitching not yet having stopped. Sperm slowly seeps out of your @@.pink;cum dump@@, a delicious feeling, you easily have enough inside you anyway. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Gotten a taste, have we?"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@ mock you over the choker. She always was rather curt and succinct. Fuck.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Oh dear, that was unexpected"@@, you hear @@.orange;Bridget@@ chime in over the choker, @@.orange;"You're taking to this unexpectedly fast, I'm impressed."@@ She's the last person you want to impress right now.<<endif>> The stranger says something in goodbye, but he uses @@.pink;big, dumb@@ words so your mind doesn't even register. He cleans off his dick on your thigh, zips his pants and takes his leave with a pat on your butt. @@.pink;How nice of him, to leave you something for later!@@ Once the fog subsides, you immediately, gratefully accept his offer, slurping his juice up from your thigh and stand yourself up, directly facing the wall. You see a little card jutting out between two bricks. You take it, apparently your next clue won't be at the mall anymore. How sad, you have so many @@.pink;happy memories@@ here, one of which you made tonight. Regardless, you gotta finish this @@.pink;dumb@@ mission, so you pocket the note. It's gotten really late, so you make [[your way home.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Day Over - BIMBO]] As you're walking, people look at you weirdly - @@.pink;jealously@@ - for the cum running down your body, as well as your @@.pink;pretty choker@@. Everyone who shoots you a look, gets a happy, @@.pink;cummy@@ smile back!

<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Listen here, -y choice o- clothing is none o- your concern"@@, you give him an earful, your tone unfitting for your @@.pink;slutty@@ exterior, and your lisp sounding ridiculous as ever. @@.pink;"I'd ad-ise you to -ack o-, be-ore I screa- 'ra-e', which wouldn't -e too -uch o- a stretch, looking at how you threatened -e just now."@@ The man is visibly shaken, completely unexpecting of this kind of reaction. He clearly knows you mean it, and he clearly knows you're right. @@.blue;"I... um... uh..."@@, now you've got <em>him</em> stammering. @@.pink;"Just LEA-E!"@@ You shout, and immediately, he does, but not without tripping over his own feet twice. He's gone quite fast, looking to avoid any possible police involvement<<else>>@@.pink;"Listen here, my choice of clothing is none of your concern"@@, you give him an earful, your tone unfitting for your @@.pink;slutty@@ exterior, @@.pink;"I'd advise you to back off, before I scream 'rape', which wouldn't be too much of a stretch, looking at how you threatened me just now."@@ The man is visibly shaken, completely unexpecting of this kind of reaction. He clearly knows you mean it, and he clearly knows you're right. @@.blue;"I... um... uh..."@@, now you've got <em>him</em> stammering. @@.pink;"Just LEAVE!"@@ You shout, and immediately, he does, but not without tripping over his own feet twice. He's gone quite fast, looking to avoid any possible police involvement.<<endif>> Still, he was pressed up so close against you a few moments ago, so manly... Ugh, the thought doesn't leave your head, you bite your lower lip as the stranger disappears from your view. You're glad your silver tongue didn't leave you yet, @@.pink;you should use it more often@@. Calming down after this ordeal, you turn around and look back at the wall, the entire reason you came here. You see a little note jutting out between two of the bricks. You had expected something more grandiose, like part of the brick wall pushing inwards and sliding to the side, revealing a secret chamber. Subtlety might be a good approach in your current situation though, so you don't fret over the disappointment too long. Your trip to the mall ends here. The note says so. Your next target is somewhere else in the city so apparently you exhausted all your options here. Two notes is all you got for it. If you want to hope to end this thing at some point, you'll have to speed this process up and finally get a real clue of what's going on. Time goes by as it wants, however, beyond your control. Today isn't any different. It was already dark before the stranger started his little ploy, you can't drive somewhere else now and hope to accomplish something. It's time to [[head home.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $naked = 1>><<set $bimboSex2 = 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 1>><<endif>>\ \ @@.blue;"Crying for more, huh? Well, I can arrange that"@@, the stranger says, and you know you're not going to get out of this now. He has you where he wants you, and soon @@.pink;you'll have <em>it</em> where you want it, hmmmmmmmm.@@ That last moan wasn't just in your head, it actually escaped your mouth.<<if $provocativeDress is 1>> Your outfit was made for this purpose. Even dressed, you look like a @@.pink;sexpot@@, always ready to @@.pink;impale yourself willingly on a hard manly rod@@. And if you're honest, that absolutely applies to you right now, which makes you all the happier when the stranger only has to take off your @@.pink;beautiful@@ panties and immediately gains access to the most important parts of your body. <<endif>> He really wastes no time. He has you bend over, <<if $provocativeDress is 1>>so that the dress automatically rides up high enough, he doesn't even take it off<<else>>undressing you just enough to get access to your @@.pink;core@@.<<endif>> @@.pink;Gawd@@, this position looks so hot. Your head is positioned right before your spread legs, which you can see, looking back, mounted on $shoes, the pose making you look ultimately @@.pink;slutty@@. The buzzing in your brain sets in as a reward. @@.pink;Hmmmmmmm, good girl.@@ The stranger pushes in and those last thoughts vanish. There's only your @@.pink;<<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy@@ and @@.pink;the fog@@ now. The stranger went in dry and you're feeling the effects, but only for a few seconds, <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;the fog@@<<else>>@@.pink;your new equipment@@<<endif>> really does a magnificent job. Your moans set in with the continuing plowing and slapping you receive from behind. His grunts seem to indicate that he's having @@.pink;lots and lots of fun@@ too, which makes you really @@.pink;proud@@ and elicits a @@.pink;*giggle*@@ from you. As he hears that, he goes even faster. @@.pink;"So if I giggle, I get more fun?"@@, you ponder. You <strong>@@.pink;have@@</strong> to remember that. Sweet lord, your moans are getting so loud, if the mall wasn't completely empty by now, you'd have attracted a real crowd. @@.pink;Next time I should come earlier *teehee*.@@ Things are getting intense, you're so far gone you're starting to drool again, an easy way to tell you're in @@.pink;your happy place@@ right now. You feel so alive right now, so @@.pink;goooooood@@. Again, the stranger speeds up at your drooling and giggling, your moans already piercing walls and windows, you're sure. @@.pink;"Shank you, Daddy"@@, you manage to get past your drooling lips, and the stranger suddenly <strong>explodes</strong> into you, you've never felt nor seen a load this big. @@.pink;Lucky You! *teehee*@@ You twitch all over your body as you're being @@.pink;filled to the brim with sticky lovejuice@@. You're certain that some of the cum is finding a path all the way into your skull, at least it's all you have on your mind right now. You totally break down, unable to support your own body anymore, you drop off the stranger's dick with a @@.pink;cute@@ pop and collapse to the floor, the twitching not yet having stopped. Sperm slowly seeps out of your @@.pink;cum dump@@, a delicious feeling, you easily have enough inside you anyway. The stranger says something in goodbye, but he uses @@.pink;big, dumb@@ words so your mind doesn't even register. He cleans off his dick on your thigh, zips his pants and takes his leave with a pat on your bottom. @@.pink;How nice of him, to leave you something for later!@@ Once the fog subsides, you immediately, gratefully accept his offer, slurping his juice up from your thigh and stand yourself up, directly facing the wall. You see a little card jutting out between two bricks. You take it, apparently your next clue won't be at the mall anymore. How sad, you have so many @@.pink;happy memories@@ here, one of which you made tonight. Regardless, you gotta finish this @@.pink;dumb@@ mission, so you pocket the note. It's gotten really late, so you make [[your way home.|Week 2, Day 2 - Second Day Over - BIMBO]] As you're walking, people look at you weirdly - @@.pink;jealously@@ - for the cum running down your body, as well as your @@.pink;pretty choker@@. Everyone who shoots you a look, gets a happy, @@.pink;cummy@@ smile back!

<<set $naked = 0>><<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tanlines">><<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Titjob">><<endif>>And that's it again. Another note. This is starting to get really annoying. If there's another piece of paper after following this trail of hints, you'll snap, most certainly. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $bimbolastname is 0>><<set $bimbolastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $cumslutName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.pink;your@@ bubbly, horny voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.pink;"Heeeyaaaaa cutie! This dress isn't just pretty, it's also super easy to get out of *teehee* Name's $firstname Titjob and you can totally get one if you wanna have fun!"@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain is 0>>Best not to get upset though. Keeping your wits about you is as important as ever, so [[you go to bed immediately|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO]], to preserve your strength and composure.\ <<else>>You're quite stressed from the hard day. You remember the @@.pink;lovely@@ candy you got on Monday. Do you want to suck a lollicock? It seems delicious and relaxing, but also suspicious. [[Yes, go down on a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO][$mentalStrain -= 2, $suckTuesday = 1]] [[No, don't suck a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<if $suckMonday is 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 3>><<endif>><<set $date = "Week 2, Wednesday">>Following clues like stumbling through a maze built by <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. It's humiliating, but of course that's the least of your problems. Let's hope it gets you anywhere at least. For now, you take care of your morning routine and contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt = "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra = "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear = "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden = 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear [[the schoolgirl outfit?|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO Clothing]] In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[belly-free t-shirt|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO Clothing]] and tight denim jeans? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather wear the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO Clothing]], with denim hotpants? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the @@.pink;bubbly@@ [[pink clubbing dress?|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO Clothing]] To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ \ As always, you put on your @@.azure;gorgeous@@ [[transparent evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.azure;alluring@@ bright make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.azure;A compulsion you very much cherish and want to cultivate.@@\ \ <<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> With that taken care of, you head out to follow the latest hint, at least [[it's not at the mall this time.|Week 2, Day 3 - Meeting Lucas - BIMBO]]

<<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 3 - The Third Day - BIMBO]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> With that taken care of, you just want to [[get to the mall|Week 2, Day 3 - Meeting Lucas - BIMBO]] as soon as possible, to solve this stupid puzzle.

<<set $lucasFirstname = $firstname>><<set $lucasLastname = $lastname>>Following the directions specified in your latest clue, you arrive at a library. An odd place to meet with someone, so you mentally prepare yourself for another written clue, what else? @@.lucas;"Hello there"@@, you turn around surprised, seeing an older man approach you. He wears glasses, has grey hair and a groomed beard. The perfect librarian stereotype. @@.lucas;"looking for something specific, Miss...?"@@ <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>@@.pink;"$lastname. $firstname $lastname.@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;I was told to -eet so-e-ody here?"@@<<else>>@@.pink;I was told to meet somebody here?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;"$firstname $lastname!"@@, you reply, perhaps more excited than you intended. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"I- su-osed to -eet so-e-ody here?"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"I'm supposed to meet somebody here?"@@, you explain to the man.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.lucas;"Oh yes, I presume that would be me. As I can already see, you're wearing the choker. You probably have questions."@@ <<if $brainDrain lt 5>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Yes, -ost certainly, I need to know how the choker works and how to re-ove it"@@, you inquire, after making introductions.<<else>>@@.pink;"Yes, most certainly, I need to know how the choker works and how to remove it"@@, you inquire, after making introductions.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Well, I won't bore you with specifics, or pretend to know <em>exactly</em> how it works, I'm no engineer"@@, he explains, @@.lucas;"but I can give you a better understanding of your situation, I hope. My name is Lucas by the way, you can just call me that. And I'll just call you@@ @@.pink;$firstname@@@@.lucas;, if you don't mind."@@ You nod. @@.lucas;"Great. I'll give you a few of the basics, after that, we'll see where it goes. Some of it you probably figured out already. Giving in is a risky gamble. It usually takes some, or even all, of your strain away, but you're sacrificing your mind in the long term. Now, that's the very basic function of it, but there's some more to it. The person who put the choker on you holds great power over you. That person can communicate with you through the choker and observe your actions, even read your feelings, if he or she knows how. On top of that, you can't disobey direct orders from that person, so you better take care to appease whoever put that around your neck. If you've been given a deadline, count yourself lucky. If you haven't, you won't know when that choker's coming off, because you can't remove it."@@ This news shocks you, especially the final bit. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"What do you -ean, I can't re-ove it?"@@, you <em>have</em> to know.<<else>>@@.pink;"What do you mean, I can't remove it?"@@, you <em>have</em> to know.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"I mean that you can't. If the person who put the choker on you tells you a deadline, that's when it comes off. Not earlier and not later."@@ He stays quiet after this. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"What, that's all? I -ollow all these clues and that's all you gi-e -e?"@@, you're visibly disappointed.<<else>>@@.pink;"What, that's all? I follow all these clues and that's all you give me?"@@, you're visibly disappointed.<<endif>> Lucas takes on a bit more stature, he looks offended. @@.lucas;"Excuse me, I don't recall owing you anything. Before you take that attitude with me, you better earn yourself some favour."@@ You can't blame him for chastising you, it was a little rude. But it was only meant to voice disappointment, you've learned very little today, if anything. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"You're right, I- sorry, I was just -rustrated. It took -e so-e e-ort to get here and -y li-e is all u-side down right now. Isn't there anything I can do -or you?"@@, you ask him. He can barely stifle a laugh at that line. "took me some effort" is not a phrase that comes easy to you anymore.<<else>>@@.pink;"You're right, I'm sorry, I was just frustrated. It took me some effort to get here and my life is all upside down right now. Isn't there anything I can do for you?"@@, you ask him.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Well, since you're asking like that..."@@, you may have just made [[another mistake.|Week 2, Day 3 - Helping Lucas - BIMBO]]<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Yeah, yeah, I de-initely ha-e a lot o- questions... uuh"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"Yeah, yeah, I definitely have a lot of questions... uuh"@@<<endif>>, holy shit, why are you so out of it today? You can hardly concentrate, and what's more, your knees are trembling already. Eventually, you can't hold yourself upright and drop down, kneeling right in front of @@.lucas;Lucas@@' crotch. @@.lucas;"I uuuuh... um..."@@, he stammers and your head seems to communicate something similar. Utterly confused, your hands reach up to the belt almost on their own, undoing it until a penis slaps into your face. The buzzing enters the fray, cheering you on in your brain, for being such a @@.pink;good girl@@. Finally having freed @@.pink;your new friend@@, you get to [[sucking.|Week 2, Day 3 - Going All In - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

@@.lucas;"Let's stick to a field you probably know quite well by now... sex."@@ What a surprise. @@.lucas;"I'm a bit older, I have difficulties sorting those matters out, but the drive is there, you know what I'm saying?"@@ You really don't want to know. @@.lucas;"So if you could find somebody for me who'd be willing to perform those services, I'd be much obliged, and much more generous with the information I have. It doesn't have to be more than once or twice, I'm not looking to put you into servitude or anything. Of course... if you were so inclined, you could always take care of my problem first hand."@@ And there you have it. You reflect for a bit. Getting this guy sex can't be too hard, can it? He looks like the clean, civil sort of old man. Then again, he doesn't seem to be too age appropriate in his preferences. That brings you to prostitution. Well, you do know one hooker... <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@. Now that's a stupid idea. @@.pink;"Hey, could you have sex with this geezer for me so I can get this magic choker off my neck, which you put there in the first place? That's too kind of you, thanks a lot!"@@ So maybe not that. Guess that only leaves the personal treatment, even when it can't be good for you... <<if $brainDrain lt 3>>You suddenly have another idea though. This is genius, maybe he'll bite.<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain lt 3>>[[Talk to Lucas about 'fleshlights'.|Week 2, Day 3 - Fleshlight Acquisition - BIMBO]] <<endif>>[[Offer yourself completely, utterly, going all in.|Week 2, Day 3 - Going All In - BIMBO]] [[Agree to his offer, sex for information.|Week 2, Day 3 - Sex - BIMBO]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@. Normally you'd say this is a terrible idea, but with her new personality, you might just pull something off. Her new addiction might help you out. <<if $brainDrain gt 3>>But then again, you don't want to know what her reaction will be. You're too scared of her.<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain lt 4>>[[You move away a little, trying to reach Bridget through the choker.|Week 2, Day 3 - The Bridget Deception - BIMBO]] <<endif>><<if $brainDrain lt 3>>[[You have another idea. You talk to Lucas about 'fleshlights'.|Week 2, Day 3 - Fleshlight Acquisition - BIMBO]] <<endif>>[[You take the old man yourself, sex for information.|Week 2, Day 3 - Sex - BIMBO]] [[You take the old man, fully, utterly, going all in.|Week 2, Day 3 - Going All In - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<if $brainDrain lt 3>><<set $height += 3>><<set $ass += 1.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 3>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<set $chest += 4.5>><<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $lips += 1>><<set $chest += 3>><<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<endif>><<set $brainDrain += 3>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $bimboAllin3 = 1>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 1>><<endif>>\ You're sitting up, leaning with your back against a cold stone pillar, no way to go anywhere with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ standing tall right in front of you, with his dick hanging right before your mouth, and with him the pleasant buzzing in your brain enters the stage. @@.pink;Good girl. Just take it into your mouth, you know you'll love it.@@ Of course you do. The moment his dick touches your lips, and shortly afterwards your tongue, you're far gone. It feels heavenly, the buzz is overtaking your mind now. So you drift into it, willing, as the cock in front of you repeatedly drifts in and out of your throat. This goes on for some time and you already notice that as time passes, more and more drool starts to drop past and down @@.lucas;Lucas@@' dick, instead of straight on it. No turning back now. While you're down there, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ shortly murmurs something, but you don't hear him. Asking him to repeat it would be quite rude to the cock you're covering with your mouth, so you reject that idea. You're getting quite uncomfortable, propped against the pillar like that. Apparently, he realises that too, as he starts pulling you away from the pillar, slowly, so you stay in your unbreakable rhythm. Suddenly, you feel somebody grab your legs and pull them, forcing you to go on all fours, with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ going down to kneel, to keep your head at its proper level. @@.lucas;"Knock yourself out, Dale"@@, you hear, and as that sentence finishes, a rock hard cock pushes itself past your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>labia<<endif>> into your @@.pink;love hole@@. The moment it does, your brain is pushed outside your skull, there's no room left for it in your body. Motoric functions immediately shut down, you're held in your position only by the two dicks impaling you front and rear. Realising that you're out of the picture now, too @@.pink;drunk@@ to actively participate, the two men resort to using you like the @@.pink;fuckdoll@@ you are, both just lifting you up and down on their dicks however they please. You're nothing but a vessel for them, @@.pink;you really made something out of yourself, sweetie!@@ After your throat and <<if $penis is 1>>rectum<<else>>pussy<<endif>> have been used up enough, feeling sore all the way inside, both of them finish and take a few minutes to breathe. You're as @@.pink;cockdrunk@@ as you ever were and it takes you just as long to merely get some feeling back in your extremities. What you do feel quite clearly is your sexually abused parts, neither of which feel particularly full of @@.pink;yummy cummy@@. As you get your eyes under control, you realise why, your face is coated in semen, just as your back and @@.pink;bubble butt@@ must be. Ooooh, what you would give to be able to see yourself right now. Sadly though, even twenty minutes later, you don't feel any more control of your body, or your mind for that matter, returning. Still, the best you can do is feel the tingling in your @@.pink;love tunnels@@ and maybe a little bit of your fingertips. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ and Dale seem to be discussing that particularly problem, as you simply [[fall asleep right on the spot.|Week 2, Day 3 - Third Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tanlines">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Titjob">><<endif>><<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>You wake up in the middle of the night, half-dried semen all over your body. But you're at home, there's a silver lining to everything. You want to take a shower as soon as you can, but find a letter that drops to the floor as you stand up. Apparently they brought you here, if not in the most discreet of ways... Most of the envelope is filled with photos, all depicting you, on a leash, being lead home like a @@.pink;bitch@@ by @@.lucas;Lucas@@ and Dale. God, how humiliating, so many people stand around you in those photographs, everybody saw you. After looking at the last picture, you get an actual letter from the two who brought you home, stating that they thought you'd want to have those sexy pics. @@.pink;They're not wrong!@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1>> It's only now that you realise that you can't open your mouth! Shit, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ left so much of his @@.pink;juice@@ on you, your lips are practically glued shut! You struggle for a bit, until you get the idea of simply wetting it with water, so that it'll liquidise again. You do exactly that, and gulp down the seed-water mixture. Ugh, that got your engine going again, even though you're past entertained for the day.<<set $mentalStrain +=2>><<endif>> It's really time for that shower now.\ <<else>>You arrive home quite late. It was a very eventful day, you might finally have caught onto a really reliable source of information. For the first time in over a week, you're really hopeful for the future.<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $bimbolastname is 0>><<set $bimbolastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $cumslutName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.pink;your@@ bubbly, horny voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.pink;"Heeeyaaaaa cutie! This dress isn't just pretty, it's also super easy to get out of *teehee* Name's $firstname Titjob and you can totally get one if you wanna have fun!"@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain is 0>>Once you're done with that shower, there's really nothing left to do but [[go to sleep.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO]]\ <<else>>You're quite stressed from the hard day. You remember the @@.pink;lovely@@ candy you got on Monday. Do you want to suck a lollicock? It seems delicious and relaxing, but also suspicious. [[Yes, go down on a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO][$mentalStrain -= 2, $suckWednesday = 1]] [[No, don't suck a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

Okay, so you figure you got about $cash dollars to your name and have to find a fleshlight for Lucas. He had no clue what it was, but that can play out to your advantage, he might be pleasantly surprised. Your salary's $$800 a week. Careful though, you have to pay rent every week. That's $$500 every 7 days, it would be prudent to mind your spending a bit. Still, it should be high-quality enough, he wanted a hooker -- or you -- to begin with, so he might not be swayed easily by a piece of silicone. Better make it a good one. At some point you do come across an erotic store. You enter and inspect their selection a bit closer. There's really not much to it. There's a cheaper model that looks like it would break after 3 uses. But if it's only breaking then, it might be good enough to convince @@.lucas;Lucas@@ now, you don't really care if he gets pleasure until the end of days out of this, do you? It would run you $$50. There's an in-between model too. Quite expensive already. Still, just visually you already get a much better impression from it, it could go a long way to convince @@.lucas;Lucas@@ that this is a real solution to his problem. It costs $$100, but would most certainly hold up better than that cheap shit. Lastly, you inspect the luxury fleshlight. It's impressive allround, even for somebody like you, who has no experience with sex toys, @@.pink;and would never use an icky one like this. Those dildos over there howev--@@ <strong>Stop.</strong> You focus once more. This toy has no uncomfortable smell that you can detect, looks both very sturdy and attractive, and upon touching it, feels really nice too, @@.pink;almost as nice as your own rear pussy *giggle*@@. The price is $$150. So which one do you pick? [[The cheap one, you don't know what other kinds of expenses to expect.|Week 2, Day 3 - Fleshlight Resolution - BIMBO][$boughtFleshlight = "cheap", $cash -= 50]] [[The middle one, you don't want to dig really deep in your pocket, but it should impress.|Week 2, Day 3 - Fleshlight Resolution - BIMBO][$boughtFleshlight = "medium", $cash -= 100]] [[The luxury one. You need to make sure he likes it, or you'll be used instead.|Week 2, Day 3 - Fleshlight Resolution - BIMBO][$boughtFleshlight = "luxury", $cash -= 150]] @@.pink;Hmmmmm, you say that like it's a bad thing.@@

<<set $bimboSex3 = 1>>So you resign yourself to sex with @@.lucas;Lucas@@. It seems you can't get past it. @@.lucas;"I told you, I'm not asking for much. Just some personal care and you'll get what you want."@@ This scares you for some reason. You suspect he's not telling the whole truth. No matter what's true or not, you'll find out in a bit. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ comes closer to you, and you don't resist. You lower yourself, until his dick is at eye level for you. Not wanting to waste any time and just get this over with, you unbuckle his belt, and take his half-erect length in your mouth. You quickly get the impression that he's not really into it. And weirdly, neither are you. His dick is getting taken care of, and quite well, but the buzzing in your brain is rather subtle and non-intrusive, every motion of your body is one that your mind dictates. You realise he isn't disinterested or bored; he's being gentle. He doesn't consider you a fucktoy, he treats you like a human being. Hey, you could think the word 'fucktoy', without that weird resonating echo such words usually imprint on your brain. And again! You're starting to suspect there's more to this than just sex, but in a very different way than you originally anticipated. <<if $lipImplant is 1>> What catches you off guard are your new lips though. Jesus, how did they make them this sensitive? It doesn't matter. Somehow, they did, and it's making you so @@.pink;hoooooornyyyyy@@, ugh. The fact that you can't get off on this only serves to make you more frustrated and you feel a serious head @@.pink;ouchie@@ coming on.<<set $mentalStrain += 2>><<endif>> @@.lucas;Lucas@@ speeds up a bit, while not forcing you greatly, his grunting becoming louder and more frequent as well. He pushes a hand against your forehead, so your mouth disconnects from his shaft, as he quickly grabs a glass and ejaculates into it. A stranger just demanded a blowjob from you, yet you feel touched and surprised by his kindness. And that sentiment is <em>not</em> caused by your condition for once. Weirdly though, he seems to set the glass aside and keep it, instead of rinsing it out. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"So this was just -art o- your lesson? Another -iece o- in-or-ation to unco-er?"@@, you ask while wiping your mouth, cautiously. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ smiles. @@.pink;"You coulda just... told -e, you know?"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"So this was just part of your lesson? Another piece of information to uncover?"@@, you ask while wiping your mouth. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ smiles. @@.pink;"You could've just... told me, you know?"@@<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Indeed I could have, but I wouldn't have gotten a blowjob had I done so."@@ He chuckles now. @@.lucas;"I told you, you'd have to earn my favour, and you've done so today, at least some of it. You didn't try to press me for information cheaply, and at the same time didn't try to foolishly throw money at a problem to make it disappear. And you haven't deceived anybody else to do your bidding, perhaps more importantly. So I thought you deserved to know that your condition isn't inevitably triggered as soon as sex comes into play, although it's more than likely. People often either reject change fiercely, or embrace it with just as much conviction, both of which will lead to your demise upon exposure to the choker. The middle ground is where the answer lies, even though that won't be without consequences either. You might not be caught by the wind, standing in the eye of a storm, but that doesn't mean it can't throw a door in your face."@@ Your mind is blown. No, literally, you are grateful for the lesson, but you do seem affected by it. It's strenuous for your mind to be suggested sex and then only getting a half-hearted, gentle blowjob with no swallowing or facial. This was like aspartame for your sex drive, and your mind is feeling the effects.<<set $mentalStrain += 3>><<if $cumslutSex3 is 1>> @@.pink;"So when@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ @@.pink;fucked me, that really was what saved me,"@@ you murmur to yourself. @@.lucas;"Excuse me?"@@, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ interjects, but you wave it off, explaining it's nothing important.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Alright, then let's [[finish up for today.|Week 2, Day 3 - Third Day Over - BIMBO]] We'll talk more tomorrow, I promise. I'm a bit... drained right now."@@

<<set $bridgetLucas = 1>>You tried for the first time to initiate contact with @@.orange;Bridget@@ yourself, and are delighted to see it worked. She heard out your proposition, thanked you for it and agreed to come by as soon as she can. Or in her words: @@.orange;"I could indeed use a good meal. However, I'm somewhat concerned that you're not laying claim to the prize yourself."@@ You assure her it's only due to the new choker having you confused, and that's explanation enough for her. It's good that you can always count on her libido. And so, a few minutes later, @@.orange;Bridget@@ arrives at the library, greeting you and throwing a @@.pink;kiss@@ your way, leaving your mind a little @@.pink;foggy@@.<<set $mentalStrain += 1>> She goes in, where the librarian drops his jaw, apparently surprised at the effects of the choker. You hope you'll never elicit the same kind of reaction from anybody. @@.orange;"So, ready to get sucked empty?"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ asks @@.lucas;Lucas@@ in her non-chalant manner, flashing him a subtle smile, plus some other things. @@.lucas;"Uuuh, yeah, sure, why not?"@@, he replies uncertainly, while @@.orange;Bridget@@ has already undone his belt before he even finished that thought. You see those two going at it for quite some time, @@.orange;Bridget@@'s moaning piercing through the accumulation of noises regularly. She's in this with all her heart, and none of her brain. You wonder if you look the same, @@.pink;when the fog comes over you@@. You don't want to think about it too long though, you know how easily your stray thoughts can dictate your actions these days. After the two of them are finished, and @@.orange;Bridget@@ spent thirty minutes playing with her @@.azure;food@@, she thanks you sincerely and takes her leave with a composure and grace betraying the seed currently in her mouth and stomach. She promises to @@.orange;"return the favour"@@, which worries you more than slightly. @@.lucas;"Wow, that woman is something"@@, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ suggests. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Indeed. And so-ething that I could beco-e sooner than I'd like i- I don't learn a little -ore a-out -y -redica-ent"@@, you remind him.<<else>>@@.pink;"Indeed. And something that I could become sooner than I'd like if I don't learn a little more about my predicament"@@, you remind him.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"I need no reminder, Miss $lastname, I'm a man of my word and you kept up your end. [[Let's talk tomorrow|Week 2, Day 3 - Third Day Over - BIMBO]], this experience has left me drained. You will get your answers, don't worry."@@

Upon leaving the store, you notice it sells quite peculiar necklaces, seemingly familiar. You're ushered outside before you can ask a question though, so you return to the library immediately, to present your gift to @@.lucas;Lucas@@. You really hope he'll like it, or you could be in trouble. @@.lucas;"Show me what you brought, I'm excited to try this"@@, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ greets you courteously, and you hand him the fleshlight you got for him. <<if $boughtFleshlight is "cheap">>He takes it out of the packaging and inspects it with an inquisitive gaze. He seems quite skeptical, though you hope that's purely due to lack of familiarity. Showing no reservations, he drops his pants, lubes the fleshlight a bit with the tiny pack of lubricant that came with it, and tries going at it. @@.lucas;"What kind of trash is this?"@@, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ shouts almost immediately, worrying you deeply, @@.lucas;"I can't even get into this, it's way too narrow! I knew this was a terrible idea and I do not like to be played, Miss!"@@ His voice sounds threatening now. He starts taking some determined steps in your direction, instinctively you run away. You should've really learned the virtue of looking in the same direction as you're moving, because you quickly trip and fall, propped up against a stone pillar in the library. As you turn around, sitting up against the pillar, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is [[already towering over you.|Week 2, Day 3 - Going All In - BIMBO]]<<elseif $boughtFleshlight is "medium">>He takes it out of the packaging and inspects it with an inquisitive gaze. He seems quite skeptical, though you hope that's purely due to lack of familiarity. Showing no reservations, he drops his pants, lubes the fleshlight a bit with the small pack of lubricant that came with it, and tries going at it. @@.lucas;"Hmmm, yes, that feels quite good"@@, you hear him quite convinced, already starting to grunt a little in pleasure. He keeps masturbating in front of you without shame, until he finally cums and seems quite satisfied. @@.lucas;"I suppose there are some advantages to the advancement of technology"@@, he tells you with a chuckle, @@.lucas;"Thank you very much for bringing this to me, but I can't help but feel it's still... unnatural. Impersonal. I don't require much more, but a little more personal attention would go a long way towards earning favour with me."@@ You know where this is going and [[ready yourself for what's to come.|Week 2, Day 3 - Sex - BIMBO]]<<elseif $boughtFleshlight is "luxury">>He takes it out of the packaging and inspects it with an inquisitive gaze. Immediately, he seems quite pleased with it, touching it every which way. @@.lucas;"Wow, it feels so soft, really quite lifelike. Yet it also seems to hold up quite well to pressure, very elastic and sturdy. I can't wait to give this a try."@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ meant that. Literally unable to wait, he drops his pants, lubes up the fleshlight with the little bottle that was included and there he goes. @@.lucas;"Oh my"@@, he utters, overwhelmed by the feeling. It appears he didn't expect sex toys to have so much effort devoted to, that they could be this well-crafted. Soon, his grunts intensify and quicken, until he finally shoots his load, and going by his face, shoots <em>all</em> of it. @@.lucas;"Thank you very much. You kept up your end of the bargain, and I'll keep up mine. Even more than that, you haven't just kept me entertained once or twice, this baby will probably keep me occupied for months, if not years."@@ He looks at the fleshlight in his hands, dripping with his goo, and you're a bit creeped out by his affection for a rubber vagina. You're not going to tell him that though. @@.lucas;"So let's continue [[with our talk tomorrow.|Week 2, Day 3 - Third Day Over - BIMBO]] Right now, I'm exhausted, but you remained true to your word, and so will I, you can count on that."@@<<endif>>

<<if $suckTuesday is 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 3>><<endif>><<set $date = "Week 2, Thursday">>Finally, the morning comes. You can hardly wait to meet up with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ again, hoping to get some more advice on how to handle the choker. For now, you take care of your morning routine and contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt = "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra = "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear = "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden = 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear [[the schoolgirl outfit?|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO Clothing]] In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[belly-free t-shirt|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO Clothing]] and tight denim jeans? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather wear the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO Clothing]], with denim hotpants? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the @@.pink;bubbly@@ [[pink clubbing dress?|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO Clothing]] To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ \ As always, you put on your @@.azure;gorgeous@@ [[transparent evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.azure;alluring@@ bright make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.azure;A compulsion you very much cherish and want to cultivate.@@\ \ <<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> With that taken care of, you head to the library, [[looking to meet Lucas.|Week 2, Day 4 - Meeting Lucas - BIMBO]]

Knocking on the same library door as yesterday, you immediately catch the attention of @@.lucas;Lucas@@, who seemed to be delving into some book. Upon seeing you, he rejoices, cherishing your company greatly. <<if $bimboAllin3 is 1 and $brainDrain lt 5>>You're not so sure you feel the same way...<<elseif $bimboAllin3 is 1 and $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;And so do you...@@-- No, you don't!<<endif>> @@.lucas;"It's good to see you again, because we still have unfinished business left over."@@ <<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>They seemed to finish well and thoroughly yesterday, actually. <<endif>> @@.lucas;"There's more about the choker that I couldn't tell you yet, there's only so much time in one day, and I have my private affairs to take care of, naturally. But before we proceed, there's something we have to take care of first."@@ <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>This horny old man, Jesus Christ.<<else>>@@.pink;Oh, goody!@@<<endif>> @@.lucas;"I need to know right now if you trust me. It sounds cheesy, but it is quite important, both for me to understand how you see me, and what state you're currently in. That's why I'm asking, straight up. Do you trust me, or don't you?"@@ You're kind of weirded out. He explained it, but you still can't grasp why this would be important at all. <<if $mentalStrain gte 5>>If that was the biggest concern for you, things would probably be fine, but your head is <em>pounding</em>. [[Ask Lucas whether he knows how to help.|Week 2, Day 4 - Lucas Sex - BIMBO]]<<else>> [[Tell him that you trust him.|Week 2, Day 4 - Lucas Trust - BIMBO]] <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>[[Tell him that you cannot trust him completely.|Week 2, Day 4 - Lucas Doubt - BIMBO]]<<endif>><<endif>>

@@.lucas;"You may not like it, but you know full well what will help with that."@@ Yes, you do. @@.lucas;"Alright, we'll do it like yesterday, all careful and gentle, but I won't stop you prematurely. Guess I'll have to cum inside for once..."@@ What is he on about now? Doesn't matter, he's right. If you want to hope to clear your head, that's the way it goes. <<if $penis is 1>>Through the rear<<else>>Into your very core<<endif>>. So you prepare yourself, pulling down your underwear and freeing up access to your @@.pink;cute@@ <<if $penis is 1>>butt<<else>>girly slit<<endif>>. Looking back at @@.lucas;Lucas@@ one last time, he nods to you, signalling that he's ready. In response, you bend over, plainly, in the middle of the room, touching the floor to keep from falling over. Behind you, things get going, the friction in your <<if $penis is 1>>rectum<<else>>snatch<<endif>> slowly increasing, your mind staying completely calm and concentrated. That's a weight off your shoulders, it works <<if $penis is 1>>back<<else>>down<<endif>> there just the same! This could be tremendous help for the future. But for now, it's about the present advantages, so you try to still gain some pleasure from this, without taking it too far, to ensure your mind will be better off for it. It is a few minutes into the act, that the door to the library is thrown wide open. Through it steps a woman you'd estimate to be in her late thirties, with a pointed chin, fixed expression and elaborate clothing. Surrounding her is a dominating aura of confidence, moreso than you ever felt. Intimidation would be a more adequate description. @@.desiree;"@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.desiree;! It has been too long, my dear,"@@ she greets while approaching the two of you. @@.desiree;"Still as spirited as I remember you, taking advantage of such a young thing."@@ Being degraded to an object isn't aiding your current situation, you hope she just made a passing comment. @@.desiree;"A remarkably pretty little slut, I have to say,"@@ she tells you, going down on one knee to face you directly. Make it stop... @@.pink;"Th-thank you"@@, you reply, shaken. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ hasn't said one word, nor moved an inch since this lady arrived, did he freeze stiff back there? @@.desiree;"How courteous too, you look like you're hardly literate, if you pardon my saying so."@@ You're still able to hold out, but just so. If she didn't talk so much, she could probably hear you clenching your teeth. @@.desiree;"Well, I'm not exactly receiving a warm welcome here, is that how you treat an old friend?"@@ she asks @@.lucas;Lucas@@, who's remaining mute. @@.desiree;"Might as well take care of my own entertainment, this bitch has a tongue, may as well put it to good use."@@ As she says that, she pulls down her fancy skirt and undergarments. You're stuck, impaled on @@.lucas;Lucas'@@ dick and thus she presses your face forcefully into her @@.pink;delicious@@ pussy, [[propelling you to new heights.|Week 2, Day 4 - Desiree wants it too - BIMBO]]

<<set $lucasTrust = 1>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>>You can't bring yourself not to trust him, he's such a nice guy! <<endif>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"I ha-e -ew o-tions here. Let -e -e honest, I ha-e no other connection, no other thread to -ollow. -y in-estigation and -y esca-e -lan stands and -alls with your coo-eration. -ut it's -ore than that. What you told me already... I a- grate-ul, I really a-, e-en i- it -ight not see- that way. It's just that I need -ore. This isn't enou- to end -y curse and I can't sto- hal-way through. You- shown your intentions<<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>, so-eti-es rather aggressi-ely, which I don't a-reciate,<<endif>> and working with you see-s like a ste- I'd want to take, e-en i- I didn't ha-e to. Yes, I trust you."@@<<else>>@@.pink;"I have few options here. Let me be honest, I have no other connection, no other thread to follow. My investigation and my escape plan stands and falls with your cooperation. But it's more than that. What you've told me already... I am grateful, I really am, even if it might not seem that way. It's just that I need more. This isn't enough to end my curse and I can't stop halfway through. You've shown your intentions<<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>, sometimes rather aggressively, which I don't appreciate,<<endif>> and working with you seems like a step I'd want to take, even if I didn't have to. Yes, I trust you."@@<<endif>> You try to be as convincing as possible, maybe it'll help. He seems skeptical, furrowing his brows, but accepts what you have to say. @@.lucas;"Good, that means we got that out of the way. So, you need to know a few more things about the choker... Well, I suppose there's one other thing I can tell you, which you already know, at least part of it. The choker is dangerous."@@ <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;Dangerously fun! *teehee*<<else>>No shit.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"And when I say that, I mean you have no idea how dangerous. Once you exhaust everything you have, given everything you could give to it, it's imprinted on your brain, permanently. That doesn't mean you won't be able to get rid of your personality quirks. Even if you go as crazy as you conceivably could, two years from now, you might feel normal again. Sure, the physical modifications won't turn themselves back, but even with an oversexed body, you could have a normal life. If that doesn't work for you, and you have to resort to extreme measures, you could get breast reductions and similar operations, but those are specifics. What I'm trying to say is, your mind will stay intact, if you let it. Except for one thing. That is, the choker itself. As I said, the choker will imprint itself on your brain, and it will not leave. If anybody asks you about the choker directly, you'll be forced to tell the truth. Say you have a boyfriend, in that otherwise normal, hypothetical life as a female. Somebody who knows you right now gives him a hint in regards to this whole ordeal. He asks you what's up with that choker he heard about. You tell him 'it was a very special choker, it transformed my body and my mind to become a bimbo whore', and you'll have no choice in opening your mouth or not. He dismisses it, laughing, but decides to play along, asking you where it is and if you would wear it for him. The choker calls out to you, you simply reply 'Yes, Master' and off you are, fetching the choker, no matter where you are, to bring it to him, so he can close it around your neck. And once again you're enslaved to it. That's what makes it so dangerous. Try to survive until your deadline. Don't give in too much. After it's done, you escape. You run as far as you can, flee the country, flee the continent. No distance will save you from how the choker works, but if you really do crumble and it manages to permanently force itself inside your brain, you better take care not to get too much attention drawn towards you, so that you still have places left to run to. Do you understand?"@@ You swallow, <strong>heavily</strong>. You nod, half-consciously. You don't know what to say. You don't know if you've got anything to say. You don't know if there <em>is</em> anything to say. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>However, there's the small matter of the @@.azure;soul stamp@@ currently gracing your lower back. How does he figure that plays into it? @@.pink;"There's something you might be interested in though. You said that, hypothetically, my mental changes at the very least would regress as long as I don't indulge them. However, my... 'mistress' forced me to get a tattoo"@@, you turn around and show it to him, @@.pink;"which supposedly consists of the same material as the choker. She said it wouldn't be able to progress my transformation, but avoid it from regressing again. What do you make of that?"@@ He eyes your tattoo. @@.lucas;"@@<<if $cumslutTattooname is "@@.azure;Blowjob Queen@@">>@@.azure;Blowjob Queen@@<<elseif $cumslutTattooname is "@@.azure;Cum Guzzler@@">>@@.azure;Cum Guzzler@@<<elseif $cumslutTattooname is "@@.azure;Sperm Gourmet@@">>@@.azure;Sperm Gourmet@@<<endif>>@@.lucas;?"@@ You blush in embarrassment. @@.lucas;"Well, I wouldn't put it past them. I have to be honest, I heard nothing like this, I suppose the project was either kept secret from me or started when I already left the corporation. I'm afraid you're on your own on that front, but if it's really true, watch yourself. That sounds extremely dangerous.<<endif>> <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>@@.lucas;"Well, I suppose meeting up tomorrow again would be wise. Evidently, there's more to discuss."@@ You agree. [[Time to head home for now.|Week 2, Day 4 - Fourth Day Over - BIMBO]]<<else>>@@.lucas;"Well, I suppose I wouldn't know what to say if I heard this for the first time either. Perhaps it's best if we conclude our talks and [[you return tomorrow.|Week 2, Day 4 - Fourth Day Over - BIMBO]]"@@<<endif>>

<<set $lucasDoubt = 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"I don't -ean to o-end, -ut how could I?<<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>> Es-ecially with how you treated -e yesterday!<<endif>> Sincerely, I a-reciate your e-orts, but how could I know you're not in on this -rom the -eginning? -ay-e you're just another goon, trying to get so-ething out o- this, at -y ex-ense. Sorry, -ut no, I'll ask you -or as -uch in-or-ation as you'll gi-e -e, and then I- out of here. O- course, I don't ha-e any other leads as o- now, -ut what else can I do? I won't swear -ealty to so-ebody I don't know."@@<<else>>@@.pink;"I don't mean to offend, but how could I?<<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>> Especially with how you treated me yesterday!<<endif>> Sincerely, I appreciate your efforts, but how could I know you're not in on this from the beginning? Maybe you're just another goon, trying to get something out of this, at my expense. Sorry, but no, I'll ask you for as much information as you'll give me, and then I'm out of here. Of course, I don't have any other leads as of now, but what else can I do? I won't swear fealty to somebody I don't know."@@<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Very, very good. And don't worry, it doesn't have to be quite as dramatic. I was looking to find out what kind of person you are, and perhaps how far your transformation has progressed. I apologise if you felt pressured at all. A distanced, professional business relationship is exactly how I want to keep things between us."@@ <<if $bimboSex3 is 1 or $bimboAllin3 is 1>>That sounded very different yesterday...<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Good, that means we got that out of the way. So, you need to know a few more things about the choker... Well, I suppose there's one other thing I can tell you, which you already know, at least part of it. The choker is dangerous."@@ No shit. @@.lucas;"And when I say that, I mean you have no idea how dangerous. Once you exhaust everything you have, given everything you could give to it, it's imprinted on your brain, permanently. That doesn't mean you won't be able to get rid of your personality quirks. Even if you go as crazy as you conceivably could, two years from now, you might feel normal again. Sure, the physical modifications won't turn themselves back, but even with an oversexed body, you could have a normal life. If that doesn't work for you, and you have to resort to extreme measures, you could get breast reductions and similar operations, but those are specifics. What I'm trying to say is, your mind will stay intact, if you let it. Except for one thing. That is, the choker itself. As I said, the choker will imprint itself on your brain, and it will not leave. If anybody asks you about the choker directly, you'll be forced to tell the truth. Say you have a boyfriend, in that otherwise normal, hypothetical life as a female. Somebody who knows you right now gives him a hint in regards to this whole ordeal. He asks you what's up with that choker he heard about. You tell him 'it was a very special choker, it transformed my body and my mind to become a bimbo whore', and you'll have no choice in opening your mouth or not. He dismisses it, laughing, but decides to play along, asking you where it is and if you would wear it for him. The choker calls out to you, you simply reply 'Yes, Master' and off you are, fetching the choker, no matter where you are, to bring it to him, so he can close it around your neck. And once again you're enslaved to it. That's what makes it so dangerous. Try to survive until your deadline. Don't give in too much. After it's done, you escape. You run as far as you can, flee the country, flee the continent. No distance will save you from how the choker works, but if you really do crumble and it manages to permanently force itself inside your brain, you better take care not to get too much attention drawn towards you, so that you still have places left to run to. Do you understand?"@@ You swallow, <strong>heavily</strong>. You nod, half-consciously. You don't know what to say. You don't know if you've got anything to say. You don't know if there <em>is</em> anything to say. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>However, there's the small matter of the @@.azure;soul stamp@@ currently gracing your lower back. How does he figure that plays into it? <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"There's so-ething you -ight -e interested in though. You said that, hy-othetically, -y -ental changes at the -ery least would regress as long as I don't indulge the-. However, -y... '-istress' -orced -e to get a tattoo"@@, you turn around and show it to him, @@.pink;"which su-osedly consists of the sa-e -aterial as the choker. She said it wouldn't -e a-le to -rogress -y trans-or-ation, -ut a-oid it -rom regressing again. What do you -ake o- that?"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"There's something you might be interested in though. You said that, hypothetically, my mental changes at the very least would regress as long as I don't indulge them. However, my... 'mistress' forced me to get a tattoo"@@, you turn around and show it to him, @@.pink;"which supposedly consists of the same material as the choker. She said it wouldn't be able to progress my transformation, but avoid it from regressing again. What do you make of that?"@@<<endif>> He eyes your tattoo. @@.lucas;"@@<<if $cumslutTattooname is "@@.azure;Blowjob Queen@@">>@@.azure;Blowjob Queen@@<<elseif $cumslutTattooname is "@@.azure;Cum Guzzler@@">>@@.azure;Cum Guzzler@@<<elseif $cumslutTattooname is "@@.azure;Sperm Gourmet@@">>@@.azure;Sperm Gourmet@@<<endif>>@@.lucas;?"@@ You blush in embarrassment. @@.lucas;"Well, I wouldn't put it past them. I have to be honest, I heard nothing like this, I suppose the project was either kept secret from me or started when I already left the corporation. I'm afraid you're on your own on that front, but if it's really true, watch yourself. That sounds extremely dangerous.<<endif>> <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>@@.lucas;"Well, I suppose meeting up tomorrow again would be wise. Evidently, there's more to discuss."@@ You agree. [[Time to head home for now.|Week 2, Day 4 - Fourth Day Over - BIMBO]]<<else>>@@.lucas;"Well, I suppose I wouldn't know what to say if I heard this for the first time either. Perhaps it's best if we conclude our talks and [[you return tomorrow.|Week 2, Day 4 - Fourth Day Over - BIMBO]]"@@<<endif>>

<<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tanlines">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Titjob">><<endif>>Quite an odd day. Well, you've had plenty of those lately. <<if $bimboSex4 is 1>>And who the hell was that woman? @@.lucas;Lucas@@ was scared shitless. That does not bode well. <<endif>> You just hope @@.lucas;Lucas@@ will continue to help you out tomorrow. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $bimbolastname is 0>><<set $bimbolastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $cumslutName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.pink;your@@ bubbly, horny voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.pink;"Heeeyaaaaa cutie! This dress isn't just pretty, it's also super easy to get out of *teehee* Name's $firstname Titjob and you can totally get one if you wanna have fun!"@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain is 0>>There's really nothing left to do but [[go to sleep.|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO]]\ <<else>>You're quite stressed from the hard day. You remember the @@.pink;lovely@@ candy you got on Monday. Do you want to suck a lollicock? It seems delicious and relaxing, but also suspicious. [[Yes, go down on a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO][$mentalStrain -= 2, $suckThursday = 1]] [[No, don't suck a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $bimboSex4 = 1>><<if $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<endif>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 1>><<endif>>\ You can't move an inch in your current position, this woman is clutching your hair tightly, but she probably won't have to much longer. The fog is currently asserting its position, it's too late to stop now. Still mentally present enough to be able to listen though, you hear her say something. @@.desiree;"Frozen stiff back there,@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.desiree;?"@@ she laughs. @@.desiree;"Come on, this will be more fun if everybody participates"@@, she cheers him on. Momentarily, he starts moving again, the friction in your @@.pink;<<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy@@ resuming. With a forceful and determined hand, you're constantly guided over every millimetre of this woman's snatch, completely robbed of agency, which just seems to accelerate the fog's movements through your skull.<<if $chest gte 4 and $chest lt 5>> Your already decently sized breasts are swaying as a counterbalance to the rest of your body, completely out of your control.<<elseif $chest gte 5>> Your big @@.pink;tits@@ are bouncing up and down your frame, constantly threatening to throw you off-balance, but also feeling so, @@.pink;so right@@.<<endif>> You can already hear your moans taking on a tremendous volume, thick globs of drool dripping down from the vagina you are groaning into, your mouth becoming more numb with every passing second. She seems to take note of it, and elects to change positions. You're laid on your back, unable to resist anything by now anyway, with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ kneeling behind you, still seemingly stunned and almost as much on auto-pilot as you, and the woman now sitting on your face, to have gravity help her, plus a finger or two. That position is aiding the depraved endeavour you three have going on quite a bit, and you're having quite a lot of @@.pink;fun@@, you have to admit. Where you're lying now, your head is locked in an upwards position, you're constantly looking at her... her face, her body, her pussy... @@.pink;"I wish my pussy looked this pretty"@@, you think to yourself, very openly and surprisingly consciously. Your @@.pink;clitty@@ twitches at the thought, and you feel a little warm pool of something <<if $penis is 1>>on your @@.pink;tummy@@<<else>>below your @@.pink;tushy@@<<endif>>. @@.pink;Naughty girl, *teehee*.@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ seems to have got some of his awareness back, you @@.pink;gratefully@@ notice him speeding up back there, pushing your brain out bit by bit. @@.pink;So goooooooood...@@ The lady picks up the pace too, you don't even know how far along she is, you can't hear her moans over your own. @@.pink;I'm <em>such</em> a dirty slut! *giggle*@@ Moments later, a torrent of feminine fluids gush into your mouth, gravity helping to force it all down your throat in a powerful stream. The woman seems like she hardly reacts to her orgasm, merely breathing a bit heavier before rubbing her folds thoroughly over your lips, making sure to leave every drop inside you, before standing up and flashing you a devious smile. <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>Once she finds your tongue stud though, she can't be stopped. She clearly rejoices at the discovery and immediately moves to make the most of your @@.azure;tool@@, now showing much more reaction to her clear arousal.<<endif>> @@.lucas;Lucas@@ himself speeds up similarly, his rock hard dick pulsating inside your @@.pink;love tunnel@@, the sensation pushing yourself over the edge<<if $penis is 1>>, your sticky cum shooting upwards, landing mostly on your face. @@.pink;A whore needs her face painted, doesn't she?@@ You @@.pink;giggle@@ at the wisdom of that observation, when more semen starts to make contact with your body, this time inside your rear, and by @@.lucas;Lucas@@.<<else>>.<<endif>> He unleashes a massive river of cum of his own, filling you up thoroughly. You couldn't be happier right now... As you're revelling the afterglow, the woman seems to come down much faster than you, which is no surprise. She quickly excuses herself. @@.desiree;"How amusing. Thank you two for the entertainment. I'll see you around, surely"@@, she says and makes a confident exit. Who was that? @@.pink;She tasted yummy! *giggle*@@ <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>@@.desiree;"You keep up the good work, and I might just claim you for myself."@@ You're not quite sure what that means, but it sounds @@.pink;super hot *teehee*@@<<endif>> After both you and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ have swallowed, in your case literally, what just happened, he speaks up meekly. @@.lucas;"Maybe... maybe we should just meet again tomorrow. This isn't good, so expect it to be our last meeting for a while."@@ Too dripping with juices, you barely listen and just agree, [[making your way home soon after.|Week 2, Day 4 - Fourth Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<if $suckWednesday is 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 3>><<endif>><<set $date = "Week 2, Friday">>Once more, you rise from your slumber. It's time to make some real progress. For now, you take care of your morning routine and contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt = "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra = "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear = "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden = 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear [[the schoolgirl outfit?|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO Clothing]] In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[belly-free t-shirt|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO Clothing]] and tight denim jeans? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather wear the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO Clothing]], with denim hotpants? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the @@.pink;bubbly@@ [[pink clubbing dress?|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO Clothing]] To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ \ As always, you put on your @@.azure;gorgeous@@ [[transparent evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.azure;alluring@@ bright make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.azure;A compulsion you very much cherish and want to cultivate.@@\ \ <<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> With that taken care of, you head to the library, [[looking to meet Lucas another time.|Week 2, Day 5 - Leaving Lucas - BIMBO]]

<<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 5 - The Fifth Day - BIMBO]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> With that taken care of, you head to the library, [[looking to meet Lucas another time.|Week 2, Day 5 - Leaving Lucas - BIMBO]]

<<if $bimboSex4 is 1>>As you arrive at the library, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ looks as nervous as he did yesterday, when @@.desiree;that woman@@ appeared out of nowhere. He's grabbing and throwing together things in a rush, not even noticing you come in. You clear your throat, getting his attention. @@.lucas;"WHAT WHO-- oh fucking hell, don't scare me like that!"@@ You didn't expect that kind of language from an old librarian. @@.lucas;"I apologise for the mess and my rather distraught nature at present, I'm afraid I can't help it. WHERE IS-- okay, found it."@@ Wow, he wasn't kidding when he said he'd see you for the last time today, he's a serious mess right now. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"So you won't tell -e who that was yesterday? You're just going to go away like that?"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"So you won't tell me who that was yesterday? You're just going to go away like that?"@@<<endif>><<else>>As you arrive at the library, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ seems to be in a major rush. He's grabbing and throwing things all over the place, an almost comedic effort at packing necessities to skip town. You hope that's not what he's planning, so you clear your throat to get his attention. @@.lucas;"WHAT WHO-- oh fucking hell, don't scare me like that!"@@ You didn't expect that kind of language from an old librarian. @@.lucas;"I apologise for the mess and my rather distraught nature at present, I'm afraid I can't help it. WHERE IS-- okay, found it."@@ Wow, this is something. Querying what's wrong, he tells you that a woman will come looking for him. After that, he goes completely silent and stops replying to you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Wow, so you're not going to gi-e -e any -ore than that? You're a-arently getting ready to -lee, -or whate-er reason, and I don't e-en get to know why, I should just acce-t -y only lead going away? Who is that wo-an?"@@, you de-and to know, getting a reaction this time.<<else>>@@.pink;"Wow, so you're not going to give me any more than that? You're apparently getting ready to flee, for whatever reason, and I don't even get to know why, I should just accept my only lead going away? Who is that woman?"@@, you demand to know, getting a reaction this time.<<endif>><<endif>> He looks up from his... piles... of things. @@.lucas;"I suppose it would be discourteous to leave without a word of goodbye. You want to know who that woman is? She's the <em>devil</em>. Think that sounds like a clichÃ©? Well, it's true. She's ruthless, and has everybody she meets under her thumb. It's this dominant attitude of hers, that boundless confidence, that keeps people grovelling before her feet. But that wasn't enough." "She wanted even more. Her name is@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@@@.lucas;, and she is the one that designed and created the choker around your neck."@@ Unbelievable! The creator of the choker and he comes out with it <<if $bimboSex4 is 1>><strong>after</strong> she left?<<else>>just when you press him on it?<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Why didn't you tell -e i-ediately? She coulda hel-ed get this da-ned thing o- -e, that's all I want right now!"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"Why didn't you tell me immediately? She could've helped get this damned thing off me, that's all I want right now!"@@<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Oh dear, you do not have the slightest inkling. Stay away from that woman at all cost, you couldn't possibly make a graver mistake than to contact her. In all likelihood, the choker wasn't placed around your neck by accident. Now that she has reappeared, I'm quite certain that she has chosen you carefully. I should have known it, the way you just stroll in here... she knew about my shelter all along and was guiding you here. How could I have been this naive?" "That's why I have to leave. Going to a library was too obvious, she knows I'm well-read and it was probably her who found and hired me for that very reason. I won't make that mistake again. Forgive my selfish attitude, let's talk about you, as the conclusion. This isn't the last time we'll meet, I'm sure of it. But I can't leave myself exposed like this. Here's what we're going to do, after I found a new, real safehouse, I will contact you as soon as possible. I promise it won't take longer than a week, maybe a week and a half. It might be that you hear from me tomorrow even, but don't count on it." "We will work this out. If you don't believe me, think about it like this: I have a horse in this race now. It was foolish of me to think I could simply run from a woman like her. Cutting off her power, and by extension, her power over <em>you</em> is now my main goal, one that should perfectly align with yours. You want my advice? Stay put until you hear from me. Don't agree to any shady deals your 'mistress' might offer, you never know whether her gifts and accessories have been 'enhanced'."@@ All these imaginary quotation marks make your head spin. @@.lucas;"When you survived all that, we will see what we can do to eliminate this threat permanently. Together. I still have some information to share with you, and we can find out even more if we agree to cooperate. We do... right?"@@ Actually, you hadn't given this much thought. You just went along because you had no other hints, but now... If he's just focused on himself, he might betray you if it furthers his own goals. Throwing you right into @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s arms, letting her have her way with you, @@.pink;having you fucked over and over again until you're nothing more than a sex-crazed fuckdoll, devoid of all personality, existing solely to service co--@@ Goddamnit, just make a decision already. [[Cooperate.|Week 2, Day 5 - Cooperating with Lucas - BIMBO]] He's your best bet, you have to take that risk. [[Don't cooperate.|Week 2, Day 5 - Disagreeing with Lucas - BIMBO]] It's too dangerous, it might be easier to play <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> into divulging information.

<<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 4 - The Fourth Day - BIMBO]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> With that taken care of, you head to the library, [[looking to meet Lucas.|Week 2, Day 4 - Meeting Lucas - BIMBO]]

<<if $lucasTrust is 1>><<set $lucasNeutral = 1>><<elseif $lucasDoubt is 1>><<set $lucasAlly = 1>><<elseif $bimboSex4 is 1>><<set $lucasNeutral = 1>><<endif>>@@.lucas;"Fantastic"@@, he looks delighted. @@.lucas;"As I said, I will contact you as soon as I'm able to. After that, we'll have to see how strong our involvement with each other should be. We'll talk it out and consider our best options, things are absolutely chaotic right now, so we have to be flexible in our approach."@@ You nod in agreement, what he says makes sense. @@.lucas;"One last piece of advice. The choker... it dominates your actions, but conceals mental changes. What that means is that you are still saying what you want to say while you wear the choker, most of the time. It may inhibit your thoughts or your reasoning, but to the outside world, you seem like a mostly normal person, if you were to merely talk to somebody. When you take it off... don't count on anybody recognising you. Let's say you went completely crazy this week, getting railed stupid from dusk till dawn. If you took off the choker then, the mental changes would slowly creep in, until you yourself aren't sure of who you are anymore just the next morning." "The choker may be your most fearsome opponent, but it's also the only thing that keeps you sane and able to resist more, when your resistance had previously crumbled. If you can stay out of trouble by yourself, that's perfect, but if you go down the wrong road, just once, a choker might afterwards prove to be an ally, instead of an enemy, in fact. There are... deviations, of course, but that's generally how it works."@@ You don't understand <em>exactly</em> what he means, but you're grateful for any piece of information. Contemplating what he said, you see some sense in his words. You definitely think of yourself as @@.pink;$firstname@@ by now, but your mind tells you that's actually wrong. While you can't recall what your mind thinks your name <em>should</em> be, the fact that that feeling is there is somewhat calming. Other than that, your conversations with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ were usually quite intelligent, at least when you weren't @@.pink;incredibly horny@@. You'd think that your speech would be impeded a great deal if you're a Bimbo now, or at least by some degree. Having acquired an even deeper understanding of the choker, or so you hope, you thank @@.lucas;Lucas@@ for his advice and [[head back home|Week 2, Day 5 - Alley Encounter - BIMBO]], hoping things will turn out okay for you.

<<if $lucasTrust is 1>><<set $lucasEnemy = 1>><<elseif $lucasDoubt is 1>><<set $lucasNeutral = 1>><<elseif $bimboSex4 is 1>><<set $lucasEnemy = 1>><<endif>>@@.lucas;"Very well"@@, he looks disappointed. @@.lucas;"You have made your choice and I won't dispute it. I may still contact you, to share information and offer at least some form of support, but if you don't want to work with me that is fine, I can understand that you might be wary of me." "One last piece of advice. The choker... it dominates your actions, but conceals mental changes. What that means is that you are still saying what you want to say while you wear the choker, most of the time. It may inhibit your thoughts or your reasoning, but to the outside world, you seem like a mostly normal person, if you were to merely talk to somebody. When you take it off... don't count on anybody recognising you. Let's say you went completely crazy this week, getting railed stupid from dusk till dawn. If you took off the choker then, the mental changes would slowly creep in, until you yourself aren't sure of who you are anymore just the next morning." "The choker may be your most fearsome opponent, but it's also the only thing that keeps you sane and able to resist more, when your resistance had previously crumbled. If you can stay out of trouble by yourself, that's perfect, but if you go down the wrong road, just once, a choker might afterwards prove to be an ally, instead of an enemy, in fact. There are... deviations, of course, but that's generally how it works."@@ You don't understand <em>exactly</em> what he means, but you're grateful for any piece of information. Contemplating what he said, you see some sense in his words. You definitely think of yourself as @@.pink;$firstname@@ by now, but your mind tells you that's actually wrong. While you can't recall what your mind thinks your name <em>should</em> be, the fact that that feeling is there is somewhat calming. Other than that, your conversations with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ were usually quite intelligent, at least when you weren't @@.pink;incredibly horny@@. You'd think that your speech would be impeded a great deal if you're a Bimbo now, or at least by some degree. Having acquired an even deeper understanding of the choker, or so you hope, you thank @@.lucas;Lucas@@ for his advice despite your refusal to work with him, and [[head back home|Week 2, Day 5 - Alley Encounter - BIMBO]], slightly worried about how things will proceed now.

As you walk back to your apartment, you get the feeling that you're being watched. Possibly even followed. At first you just chalk it up to paranoia, but you realise that there's a shadowy figure clearly following you when you walk the wrong way for a bit, but then turn around. The figure imitated your movements exactly, clearly not having a destination of its own. You start speeding up, but sadly, it's no use. Your heels don't exactly aid your brisk walk, and whilst passing an alley, you feel an arm grab your waist and shove you into the dark, narrow path. @@.blue;"Where are we headed today, pretty lady?"@@, a voice asks you, one hand covering your mouth, hinting that this might be a rhetorical question. @@.blue;"Lovely women like you shouldn't walk the streets alone so late at night, big city like this houses all sorts of shady characters, you know."@@ You're trembling at this point, even if your mouth wasn't currently covered by this man's hand, you'd be frozen in fear, most likely. To add embarrasment to despair, you can feel your asshole lubricating nicely just by the forceful grip on your waist, your body is wholly undecided on how to handle this predicament. Your mind however is focused in shock. @@.blue;"So, now it's just you and me. No need to scream when I remove my hand in a second. Just a private conversation between two adults in a secluded area. Now, to be frank with you, my libido is at rock bottom, I could <em>really</em> use some help there. You looked like such a friendly, forthcoming young lady that I was sure I could nicely ask for your assistance with my little problem?"@@ He indeed does remove his palm from your mouth, and indeed you find yourself unable to scream, still quite shocked at how fast this situation escalated. This is definitely not an experience you had wished to experience as a woman, but now you're here. There must be a way out of this. <<if $mentalStrain gte 5>> If only your sphincter didn't clench and release every second you could concentrate so much more easily... You bite your lips as you try to resist the temptation.<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain lte 3 and $mentalStrain lte 2>>[[Throw some money at him, shout that he should get a hooker instead of raping women, and try to run away in the confusion.|Week 2, Day 5 - Make it Rain - BIMBO]] <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain lt 5>>[[Give him a blowjob.|Week 2, Day 5 - Oral Rape - BIMBO]] <<endif>>[[Fuck, you can't resist, you just can't. Let him have you, completely.|Week 2, Day 5 - Rape - BIMBO]]

<<set $bimboCash5 = 1>><<set $cash -= 100>>You take all your determination, grab a few bills, throw them in the air and shout at the guy. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"I- you're such a -utrid shithead that no wo-an would want you, -erha-s a -rothel would -e the -lace to go!"@@ Your lisp may have taken the drama out of that rant, but drama is exactly what you want to avoid right now.<<else>>@@.pink;"If you're such a putrid shithead that no woman would want you, perhaps a brothel would be the place to go!"@@<<endif>> Of course, you already took off, not caring how much impact your little scream would have. Whatever the case, your plan seems to have worked. The moment you threw the bills in his face, he reflexively loosened his grip and tried to shield his face, leaving you time to escape your assailant. He seems to be content with what he gained tonight and doesn't give chase. Perhaps you could have invested that money in some pepper spray, huh? You're pretty sure this wouldn't work a second time though, he'd probably grab your wrist the moment you move it. Fortunately, you don't have to go back to @@.lucas;Lucas@@' library, so you probably won't have to take this route again. After tonight, you feel insanely vulnerable, not just as a woman, but as somebody affected by the choker. And affected you are, your rectum drenched in sweat and disappointment, and it's letting you know by the severe headache that's coming on.<<set $mentalStrain += 1>> Regardless, you're pretty sure this was the best you could've made out of that. You've avoided rape. That's a pretty big deal. Especially in your situation. Adrenaline still pumping, [[you continue your way back home|Week 2, Day 5 - Fifth Day Over - BIMBO]] in a brisk pace.

<<set $bimboOral5 = 1>><<if $addiction lt 4>><<set $mentalStrain += 4>><<else>><<set $mentalStrain += 2>><<endif>>You give in to his advances, yet not wanting to go all the way.<<if $addiction gte 5>> Plus, you're so trained in wrapping your @@.azure;fuckpillows@@ around a meaty dick, you bet you can keep the repercussions to a minimum!<<endif>> Sunday is so close, you have to keep it up! So you settle for something that you think will please him sufficiently, but shouldn't advance your transformation at least. As you lower yourself, approaching a kneeling position, you can already feel the tingling overtaking your body. The fog is coming in early tonight. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>What you can be sure of is that the fog, while it's @@.pink;your best friend@@-- very effective, is absolutely unnecessary this time. Your lips are so damn sensitive, you've already shot a load into your panties after bobbing up and down his cock twice. At this point, you find it very hard, no, <em>impossible</em> to resist. That the stranger derives pleasure from this act is incomprehensible to you; there's no way he feels like you do right now. You press your lips so firmly together, you'd think they'll pop open any second. But no, they've been @@.azure;well-made@@. @@.azure;Made into a part of you.@@ Applying that sort of friction, it doesn't take long for the stranger to finish. You're bobbing up and down at a frantic pace, your @@.pink;tits@@ jiggling wildly underneath you when you come to stop when you're being pushed off the cock currently enveloped by your @@.azure;fuckpillows@@ by a stream of jizz. Of course, you know better than to let yourself be deterred by that, and gulp the delicious juice down nearly in one go.\ \ <<else>>The rapist has a smile on his face. He probably expected more from tonight, but appreciates your eagerness and goes along with it. However, unsurprisingly, he's not being too kind in the process, the sexual act itself playing out just as vile as the build-up was. You're taken so viciously that you repeatedly gag, but you're probably fortunate that's all he's doing. Despite him taking you so roughly, the fog still allows you derive tremendous pleasure from the knowledge that you could make a strong man groan like that. Indeed, a feeling of pride wells up inside you, even though you might think very different things right now. You've even taken up moaning around his cock, at least when he's not currently blocking your airflow with it entirely. It's an intensely messy endeavour when he finally cums, half down your throat, the other half all over your face, @@.pink;your personal trophy@@ in the form of a huge string of ejaculate coating you.<<endif>> @@.blue;"Thanks baby, that was a decent performance. Might wanna use a little bit more tongue next time."@@ He zips up his pants and takes his leave. Your heart flutters a bit at his compliment. @@.pink;He liked my blowie *teehee*. But I can still get better!@@ On your way home, you don't meet many more people, but those you do know give you shocked looks. You don't even realise why until you're home, looking in the mirror, and see that you forgot to clean up your face before heading back to your apartment. Your head is really pumping, you gave a blowjob but didn't release pressure of your own... @@.pink;ouchie@@. You scrape most of the cum off your face, licking it off your finger and @@.pink;giggling@@, before just [[falling straight into bed.|Week 2, Day 5 - Fifth Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $bimboSex5 = 1>><<if $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<endif>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 1>><<endif>>\ You simply can't bring yourself to resist. Your head is already buzzing wildly just at the sensation of being grabbed forcefully by such a strong man, @@.pink;you wish he'd never let go of you@@. And for now, he doesn't, his hands roaming all over your body, as he tries to free up access to your @@.pink;twitching <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy@@. <<if $penis is 1>>He apparently wasn't prepared to find a dick down there, which is evident by the loud @@.blue;"What the hell!?"@@ he shouts when he has finally taken off your underwear. He doesn't seem to mind, however, and indeed seems twice as resolved to give you a long and hard ride. @@.pink;How nice of him! Hopefully you can get rid of your big clitty soon, you don't like it either...@@<<else>>It's already gushing with juices, much to this man's delight, as his eager fingers tell you.<<endif>> You're fully aware that you should be scared and frightened, that this man is doing you harm. But that awareness is cornered in the very back of your head, surrounded by fog. So when your underwear is finally off, you hop cutely, wrapping your legs around the rapist's hips, a @@.pink;girly giggle@@ following right afterwards. He's visibly confused by your apparent enthusiasm, and you think even a bit disappointed, but nonetheless you feel the @@.pink;fantastic@@ friction against the walls of your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<else>>snatch<<endif>> mere seconds later, eliciting a feminine, breathless gasp from you. Right away you can tell that this guy is trying to appear as dominant as possible. He's plowing away at your @@.pink;love tunnel@@ like a madman, evidently trying to hurt you, underestimating the power of the fog occupying your skull. Nonetheless, you decide -- or at least you like to think it's <em>your</em> decision -- to tease him. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Oh -y <em>Gawd</em>, you're so strong!"@@, you squeal. @@.pink;"-y <<if $penis is 1>>-oy<<endif>>-ussy was ne-er stretched this -uch!"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"Oh my <em>Gawd</em>, you're so strong!"@@, you squeal. @@.pink;"My <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy was never stretched this much!"@@<<endif>> You can immediately feel his grip on your hips tightening, squeezing <<if $penis is 1>>a little pre-cum from your @@.pink;cute@@ dick<<else>>some of your juices out of your @@.pink;sopping@@ slit<<endif>>. His pace seems to pick up too. @@.pink;It totally worked *teehee*. Oh $firstname, you're so smart!@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>That lisp is making you sound so @@.pink;cute@@-- dumb though, ugh, you're smart?<<endif>> Of course you are. And your @@.pink;lover@@ is quite exhausted, it seems. The last few thrusts come very slowly, but with much more force. One. Two. THREE. After a short break, on the third thrust, you can feel a stream of jizz flow into your @@.pink;womb *teehee*@@, you're squealing and moaning like you wouldn't have thought possible last Sunday morning. God, this feels good. You feel yourself drop to the floor as you're no longer held up, the guy just zipping up his pants and leaving without another word. That clears up the worries of what he might do afterwards... You try to land on your feet, but, still high on @@.pink;cock@@ you fail miserably. Cutely falling on your cute butt, you let out a cute little squeal of surprise at landing so roughly, and decide to just revel in the afterglow for a few more moments, sperm seeping out of your <<if $penis is 1>>rectum<<else>>crotch<<endif>>. Just a couple minutes later, you're good to go. This time wasn't as good as usual. @@.pink;Now I know why girls get so frustrated at guys not lasting too long *giggle*@@. [[You head back home, exhausted.|Week 2, Day 5 - Fifth Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tanlines">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Titjob">><<endif>><em>Shit.</em> Today was filled with horrible news.<<if $bimboSex5 is 1>> @@.pink;But at least you were filled with somethin nice *teehee*<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $bimbolastname is 0>><<set $bimbolastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $cumslutName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.pink;your@@ bubbly, horny voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.pink;"Heeeyaaaaa cutie! This dress isn't just pretty, it's also super easy to get out of *teehee* Name's $firstname Titjob and you can totally get one if you wanna have fun!"@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>>There's nothing to do but put this day behind you. You won't be able to meet @@.lucas;Lucas@@ tomorrow, so you're somewhat uncertain whether you should plan anything. Eventually, you conclude that perhaps the best course of action at this point is to wait it out. That didn't get you far in the first week, but... without any leads, and without any connections, [[what are you supposed to do?|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - BIMBO]]

<<if $suckThursday is 1>><<set $mentalStrain += 3>><<endif>><<set $date = "Week 2, Saturday">>You get up, mind racing in desperation. You're out of options here. Just for a minute, you put the issue to rest to get the day started. For now, you take care of your morning routine and contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt = "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra = "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear = "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden = 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear [[the schoolgirl outfit?|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - BIMBO Clothing]] In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[belly-free t-shirt|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - BIMBO Clothing]] and tight denim jeans? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather wear the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - BIMBO Clothing]], with denim hotpants? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the @@.pink;bubbly@@ [[pink clubbing dress?|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - BIMBO Clothing]] To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ \ As always, you put on your @@.azure;gorgeous@@ [[transparent evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.azure;alluring@@ bright make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.azure;A compulsion you very much cherish and want to cultivate.@@\ \ <<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Afterwards, as unsuspecting as always, <<if $bridgetLucas is 1>>[[you find a letter on the floor.|Week 2, Day 6 - Bridget Comes Visiting - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[you find a letter on the floor.|Week 2, Day 6 - Letter from a Friend - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - BIMBO]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 6 - The Sixth Day - BIMBO]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Afterwards, as unsuspecting as always, <<if $bridgetLucas is 1>>[[you find a letter on the floor.|Week 2, Day 6 - Bridget Comes Visiting - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[you find a letter on the floor.|Week 2, Day 6 - Letter from a Friend - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

You open the envelope and read the enclosed letter. It was written by <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, unsurprisingly. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Dear@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@@@.red;, I have to say, I am really impressed with you. I always knew you were a natural, but the exceptional speed with which you have adopted@@ @@.pink;your rightful place in society, beneath me and everybody else@@@@.red;, has made me so very happy. That's why I think a reward is in order. Doesn't that make you excited? I've made another appointment with@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ @@.red;and just like last time, it's completely up to you whether you want to make use of his services. You know what I'd choose for you! Don't disappoint me. Love, Bonnie"@@\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Dear@@ @@.pink;BIMBO PET@@@@.orange;, you're starting to rival my own accomplishments. I'm nobody to show jealousy, but if I was, my head would be beet red in humility. So I decided a reward is in order. I've made an appointment with our friend@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ @@.orange;for another very special piercing. Just like last time, the choice is completely up to you, I won't interfere. Choose wisely. Sincerely Bridget"@@<<endif>> To be honest, you don't have anything to do anyway. Besides, @@.gunther;Gunther@@ seemed really nice and it might be a pleasant chat if nothing else. And it's free! [[Let's see what he has on offer.|Week 2, Day 6 - The Piercing Parlour - BIMBO]]

You open the envelope and read the letter enclosed in it. The ink looks a bit funny, the colour is really inconsistent and the words are all written in quite arduously artistic, exaggerated patterns. First looking at the bottom, you see it's from @@.orange;Bridget@@, who else. @@.orange;"Congratulations@@ @@.pink;my pet@@@@.orange;, you've done really extraordinary work this week, I'm proud. Sucking dick comes so natural to you, I'm glad to see you enjoy your new life so much. I knew from the start this was right for you. What's more, you're very giving. I did not forget your good deed, much less that good meal. I'm stopping by later today to return the favour. We'll have a lot of fun together, dear. Until then, Bridget"@@ And that's all she wrote. Raising your head up from the paper, you feel kind of dizzy, those stupid curvy letters and that smudged ink. It takes you a minute just to regain your composure.<<set $mentalStrain += 2>> Ridiculous, something so miniscule is making your brain twist and turn. <<if $robertTruth is 0>>About her, well, announcement though... She'll come by? She must have something planned. What are you supposed to do? Without her, you're not going to get the choker off tomorrow. If you evade her today, she'll punish you twice as much tomorrow. But you can't simply accept it either. You have to sell her on an option that includes winning your freedom, so to speak. Maybe a game, like a little quiz or something? If you answer right, you evade punishment, if you're wrong, you'll submit to her punishment, plus another thing she wants to subject you to. You definitely need her to sympathise with the idea, so if you want to suggest this, there's a bigger risk involved, but you stand to preserve your identity, possibly. Quite a prize, you'd say. You'll have to decide whether that risk is worth taking when she appears on your doorstep though, it'll be your choice to make.\ <<elseif $robertTruth is 1>>Not this again. When she said she'd reward you, you were worried what would happen, but you didn't expect to be put into this situation again. Sadly, your knowledge does not give you much of an advantage, your options are exactly the same.<<endif>> So you clean up a little, get dressed, move some of your furniture, just slightly. Maybe running <em>is</em> your best option at some point. Be prepared for all contingencies. And you soon might have to be, as the doorbell rings. You move up to it and look through the spyhole. Yep, it's @@.orange;Bridget@@. Here we go. Opening the door, she steps through confidently, looking quite pleased, moving further into the apartment without even really looking at you, just ominously looking around. As you push the door closed, you notice it won't close properly, which is quickly explained by the buff guy pushing himself through<<if $robertTruth is 1>>, again<<endif>>. You're utterly confused. @@.pink;"Uhhh..."@@, you start to mutter loudly enough, hoping that somebody will pick up on it and start to explain. @@.orange;"Oops, sorry dear, of course I brought Dale along. Don't worry, it's going to be very enjoyable, and he'll help with that."@@ Don't try to act surprised. It should've been clear that she would bring some guy along, trying to fuck you. At least all cards are on the table now, which leaves you to make your move. So, do you [[tell her about your idea with the quiz, putting yourself at risk, but bargaining for a quiet, safe day?|Week 2, Day 6 - Visit, Quiz it - BIMBO]] [[tell her to drop the pretence and get on with it, knowing you won't overpower them both?|Week 2, Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride - BIMBO]]

<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Hold on a -inute"@@, you stop them. @@.pink;"I ha-e a suggestion."@@ It all rides on this, you feel you could avert serious punishment here. They have you in your own apartment, there's no place to retreat to. You win the quiz or you lose yourself. @@.pink;"Where's the -un in just -ucking -e straight away?"@@, you ask. @@.pink;"You- done that be-ore, you had your re-enge. But wouldn't you agree that we can -ake it -ore a-using? I -ro-ose a ga-e."@@ Propose? You'll have to learn to choose your words more wisely, according to your new condition. The humour isn't lost on @@.orange;Bridget@@. Going by @@.orange;Bridget@@'s facial expression after that smug grin, she looks intrigued though. You quietly celebrate in advance, but perhaps prematurely. She's not convinced yet, you have to press on. @@.pink;"Say we hold a little quiz. You ask -e a question, any question, and i- I answer it right, you <em>won't</em> have your way with -e."@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@ frowns at that outlook. @@.pink;"O-iously, there's nothing I can do to sto- you or Dale anyway, but I a-eal to your sense o- honour here." "<em>Howe-er</em>..."@@, you go on, putting exaggerated emphasis here, which is kind of hurting your impression seeing as you can't even pronounce the word. @@.pink;"Should I lose, you ha-e co-lete reign o-er -e -or the day, and are a-le to -ut the -lans you undoubtedly already -ade into -otion. Now, i- that was the -rize, it wouldn't -ake -uch sense -or you to acce-t, would it? So I realise I ha-e to throw in so-ething else. Not knowing clearly what you'd want, I can only o-er you to ha-e one thing done to -e, -asically anything o- your choosing. A -iercing -ay-e, or so-ething o- that sort. Again, I'd a-eal to you not to -ake it so-ething utterly extre-e, -ut I a- at your -ercy here, as I was all week. What do you say?"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"Hold on a minute"@@, you stop them. @@.pink;"I have a suggestion."@@ It all rides on this, you feel you could avert serious punishment here. They have you in your own apartment, there's no place to retreat to. You win the quiz or you lose yourself. @@.pink;"Where's the fun in just fucking me straight away?"@@, you ask. @@.pink;"You've done that before, you had your revenge. But wouldn't you agree that we can make it more amusing? I propose a game."@@ Going by @@.orange;Bridget@@'s facial expression, she looks intrigued. You quietly celebrate in advance, but perhaps prematurely. She's not convinced yet, you have to press on. @@.pink;"Say we hold a little quiz. You ask me a question, any question, and if I answer it right, you <em>won't</em> have your way with me."@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@ frowns at that outlook. @@.pink;"Obviously, there's nothing I can do to stop you or Dale anyway, but I appeal to your sense of honour here." "<em>However</em>..."@@, you go on, putting exaggerated emphasis here, since this is where you have to convince them to accept your proposition. @@.pink;"Should I lose, you have complete reign over me for the day, and are able to put the plans you undoubtedly already made into motion. Now, if that was the prize, it wouldn't make much sense for you to accept, would it? So I realise I have to throw in something else. Not knowing clearly what you'd want, I can only offer you to have one thing done to me, basically anything of your choosing. A piercing maybe, or something of that sort. Again, I'd appeal to you not to make it something utterly extreme, but I am at your mercy here, as I was all week. What do you say?"@@<<endif>> <<if $quizLost is 0>>You can see you convinced her already, even if she tries to make a show of letting you dangle. You left the final prize purposely vague. Not knowing what exactly she wants to do to you that doesn't pertain to advancing your transformation -- which is precisely what you're trying to avoid -- it has to be left open to her, to ensure her approval of the quiz. And it looks like she's giving it.\ \ <<elseif $quizLost is 1>>You've already seen what she did to you last week. God, these implants... You touch them as you think about them, shortly afterwards realising your mistake. How did they make them <em>more</em> sensitive? That's why you kept her reward vague, just like last week. These @@.azure;lips@@ are insanely impractical and difficult to deal with, another set of these implants and at some point your entire body would become an erogenous zone. @@.pink;Sounds like a good plan, let's go for it!@@ Anyway, @@.orange;Bridget@@ seems intrigued by your idea, just like last time.<<endif>> @@.orange;"Fine then, I accept, this could fun"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ tells you. @@.orange;"Let me think..."@@, she ponders. @@.orange;"Okay, I've got one. What did@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ @@.orange;call me when he first confronted you about using my services?"@@ That's a tough one, but not impossible. @@.robert;Robert@@ isn't known to pull punches, you remember his wording wasn't all that polite. You can narrow it down to a few choices. Think, <em>think</em>... <<if $mentalStrain gte 5>>Easier said than done. With the way your stomach is growling, you can't concentrate at all. Shit, you can't remember anything.<<endif>> [[Chink skank|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]] <<if $mentalStrain lt 5>>[[Thai whore|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]] [[Chinese hooker|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]] [[Asian whore|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]] [[Thai street walker|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]] [[Chink hooker|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fo' Shizzle - BIMBO]] [[Yellow Fever prostitute|Week 2, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $bimboAllin6 = 1>><<if $brainDrain lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 3>><<set $lips += 1>><<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<endif>><<set $brainDrain += 2>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 3>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $cumslutAllin6 is 0>>Shaken, you try to formulate some kind of plan in your increasingly hazy mind. Desparate, you try to flee, but it's little more than a token effort of resistance, easily curbed by @@.orange;Bridget@@. She grabs you effortlessly and playfully with one arm, throws you on your bed, and holds you down. Dale looked rather restless, but has a huge, stupid smile on his face now. He's completedly naked already, having waited just for his moment, and his dick is already quite erect, entirely ready for you. He kneels over you and starts bringing his hips closer to your face. Your lips part on their own, the @@.pink;fog@@ simply daring you to, and quickly you are longing to feel that rod on your tongue yourself. @@.orange;Bridget@@ can soon loosen her grip on your arms, almost without you noticing, when she sees you already bobbing your head on your own. As much as possible in your current position at least. By now all worries have left your pretty little head and you're just doing what you're @@.pink;meant to do@@. All happy and in familiar territory, Dale surprises you by making his first deposit in your @@.pink;sperm bank@@, coating your insides well and thoroughly white. You @@.pink;giggle@@ at the sensation of the fluid hitting the back of your throat and float in the aftermath almost as if you just had an orgasm of your own. Now that you think about it, where did that jizz <<if $penis is 1>>on your stomach<<else>>below your ass<<endif>> come from. @@.pink;Oopsie, looks like I made a mess *giggle*@@ Meanwhile, with you immobilised, @@.orange;Bridget@@ and Dale are taking a rest too, the former just gazing at you and smirking, evidently delighted at the sight, the latter apparently helping himself to a glass of orange juice from your refridgerator. They're not finished with you. @@.orange;"Dale is a true miracle, but not quite as supernatural. Don't worry dear, your@@ @@.azure;hunger@@ @@.orange;will be truly and thoroughly sated. Today's all about you. No need to worry your pretty little head."@@ Of course you won't! Apparently, Dale wants to give your mouth some time for recovery and so elects to try out your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>>pussy<<endif>> this time. He's still lubricated enough from the recent blowjob you gave him, so he enters pretty much right away. It feels glorious, and though your muscles are still quite unresponsive, your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>snatch<<endif>> is tightening firmly around Dale's dick, all on its own. @@.pink;Your body is quite well-trained, discipline is everything. You should practice even more!@@ As the heavenly friction inside your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<else>>pussy<<endif>> increases in both strength and pleasure, Dale eventually finishes inside you, another huge load resting inside your other hole. @@.pink;You can't wait to see how many more you can fill!@@ How he managed to create such a large load in so little time is beyond you. You're most grateful however, and even moreso after @@.orange;Bridget@@ pulls out a huge<<if $penis is 1>> prostate massaging<<endif>> dildo and starts playing with the load inside your hole<<if $penis is 1>>, stimulating your prostate while doing so<<endif>>. More and more of the bed is being coated by<<if $penis is 1>> your<<endif>> sperm and you start @@.pink;squealing@@ like a horny chipmunk, much to @@.orange;Bridget@@'s delight. The whole day continues on like this, your whole body acting merely as Dale's @@.pink;cocksleeve@@, every viable orifice being probed and tested for use, and subsequently pumped full to the brim. @@.orange;Bridget@@ is only too happy to assist, and you're only too happy to be used by the muscly fuckmachine she brought along. However, as the evening approaches, you get increasingly tired, and the pleasure you feel is actually more of a numbing sensation by then, your perception being dulled to extraordinary extent. Fortunately, both of them grow tired of the same old game they've been playing for hours now, and decide you had enough. Despite a sense of disappointment, your orifices will thank you that you didn't have enough energy to ask for even more. @@.orange;Bridget@@ gives you a loving kiss on your cum-smeared butt cheek before she pulls your entrance door closed behind her, licking her lips.\ \ <<elseif $bimboAllin6 is 1>>You already know what's awaiting you. Perhaps you should have put up more resistance, put in more effort. Because you've felt what happened last week, and what it did to your condition. It's going to be difficult to get through this and stay yourself, all that's left is hoping. Suddenly, you're taken out of your reverie by a dick poking against your teeth, immediately refocusing yourself on your task. @@.pink;Servicing cock@@. Your mind is taken out of the equation quickly, which is probably down to your sense of futility and lack of resistance. Just as quick, Dale finishes right down your throat, leaving you relaxed and your stomach filled. Who cares if you lose yourself? You might find a much more attractive, @@.pink;sexy@@ "you", you realise. This is the dynamic you settle on. @@.orange;Bridget@@ isn't really required to restrain you like last time, so she mostly resorts to sneering and mocking from the sidelines, constantly complimenting your supremely slutty performances in her usual sarcastic tone that is lost on you. @@.pink;You blush, feeling flattered all the way through.@@ Dale however is much more active, seeking to find every part of your body he could conceivably have sex with. You sure don't mind, and wouldn't have any brain left to voice objection anyway. Instead you offer yourself up for the day and just let it happen @@.pink;gratefully@@. At the end of the day, Dale must be absolutely down on body fluids. @@.pink;No wonder, he left all of them inside you *giggle*@@ It's probably for the best that both he and @@.orange;Bridget@@ take their leave after they're feeling the evening's getting a little repetitive, even though you feel differently at the moment. You made it through.<<endif>> Yet you're unable to wash up, to move, to merely <em>think</em>. You just [[fall asleep right on the spot.|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<set $quizLost2 = 1>>@@.orange;"Ouch, that's straight wrong, my lovely@@ @@.pink;slut@@@@.orange;. You know what's waiting now. The special treatment."@@ She grins. @@.orange;"I'm already quite pleased at the prospect of playing with you. But what's <em>really</em> waiting for you, you'll have to find out tomorrow. It'll be much more entertaining to watch you squirm first, you@@ @@.pink;BIMBO WHORE@@@@.orange;"@@, she whispers the last words right into your ear, and they make your knees go weak as you prepare yourself for [[the consequences of your defeat.|Week 2, Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride - BIMBO]]

<<set $quizWon2 = 1>>You can see it on @@.orange;Bridget@@'s face; you're right. She confirms it a few seconds afterwards, unable to believe you actually remembered such a miniscule detail from months ago. So you celebrate. Inwardly, you don't want to provoke her into breaking your agreement. You're still at her mercy, and will be until the choker is finally off. Still, getting off so lightly, you can't help but celebrate your victory. Of course, tomorrow is Sunday again, and so you talk a little about when she'll arrive. You can't really say you expect to lose the choker for good, but even so, your alternatives are still limited. But with your job lost and your transformation going on for so long, you're not sure how much you mind anyway, you don't have that much to go back to. No sense in worrying about it before you have all the details though, so you just move on. Finally, both @@.orange;Bridget@@ and Dale take their leave, evidently disappointed, while you cheerfully spend the rest of the afternoon rearranging your furniture to its original layout and basically just coming off the adrenaline rush, you were really scared there for a minute. You're surprised how quickly the day goes by. But you bested her. <<if $quizWon is 1>>Again. <<endif>> A silver lining, you suppose. Tension outweighs relief though, [[and your sleep is accordingly troubled.|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]]

<<if $brainDrain gte 3 and $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $lastname = "Tanlines">><<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $lastname = "Titjob">><<endif>>Finally. The last day, and you've left it behind you. Well... hopefully it's the last day. God knows what tomorrow holds. You kind of gave up hope that this choker will come off. Now that you have barely a thing to come back to, you wonder whether it'd help you anyway. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $bimbolastname is 0>><<set $bimbolastname = 1>>You certainly <em>feel</em> odd. But it's hard to put a finger on what exactly is throwing you off. <<if $cumslutName is 1>>Yet it's not a completely unknown feeling either.<<endif>> Reflecting a little, you conclude that it may be your personality that seems out of place, your identity. You decide to put it to the test. In @@.pink;your@@ bubbly, horny voice, you sound out into the empty room: @@.pink;"Heeeyaaaaa cutie! This dress isn't just pretty, it's also super easy to get out of *teehee* Name's $firstname Titjob and you can totally get one if you wanna have fun!"@@ Phew, that's a load off your mind. Just paranoia this time. You sigh in relief and are grateful that the stressful day is over. <<endif>>Your confidence shaken, there's not much more to say. You still hope this ordeal will end tomorrow. [[You think.|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - BIMBO]]

<<set $visitedParlour2 = 1>>You step into the familiar, slightly run-down salon and are immediately greeted by the hulking form and infectiously cheerful demeanour of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@. @@.gunther;"Ah, lovely lady, velcome back! I vas told to expect you, thank you for coming by. How are you doing these days?"@@, he asks you, flashing his trademark massive smile. @@.gunther;"Are you looking to get something done today?"@@, he follows up with another question. @@.pink;"It's nice to see you too,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.pink;!"@@ You feel your mood has brightened already, it was a good idea coming here. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"I- not quite sure whether I want to get so-ething or whether I'll just get away with calling it a courtesy call"@@, you laugh, @@.pink;"-ut did you ha-e anything s-eci-ic in -ind?"@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ laughs at your newest disability. @@.gunther;"Haha, sounds like silly voman now talks silly, too!"@@ You're a bit ashamed, but you're sure he didn't mean it.<<else>>@@.pink;"I'm not quite sure whether I want to get something or whether I'll just get away with calling it a courtesy call"@@, you laugh, @@.pink;"but did you have anything specific in mind?"@@<<endif>> @@.gunther;"Sure sure, come around and take a seat first, I'm certain you'll find something you like."@@ With that, he disappears into the back room for a bit while you follow his suggestion and sit down on one of the chairs. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns shortly afterwards. @@.gunther;"Take a look here"@@, he hands you a folder, apparently with an assortment of nipple piercings, @@.gunther;"your friend gave me some pointers and hinted that your breasts are a real eye-catcher."@@ He blushes and tries to avert his gaze, but it's clear he wants to look. Heat flares through your body, involuntarily making you squirm in your seat. @@.gunther;"If you don't mind my saying, she's not wrong. I don't remember them being so... full, they indeed look vonderful."@@ You blush at his comment, feeling embarrassed that you actually feel flattered by such a @@.pink;lewd@@ thing. Regardless, you browse through the folder a little bit. It's amazing what kinds of designs they come up with, but some of these look hardly practical. If anything, you're eyeing a standard kind of stud, leaving a round metal ball on both sides of the nipple. <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>Quite similar to the bar adorning your @@.azure;tongue@@. <<endif>> @@.gunther;"So, what do you think? Are you interested in anything?"@@ [[Tell him to give you the standard nipple studs.|Week 2, Day 6 - Getting a Nipple Piercing - BIMBO]] [[Refuse and say goodbye.|Week 2, Day 6 - Back Home - BIMBO]]

<<set $nipplePiercing = 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Yes. -lease -ut two studs through -y ni-les"@@, you ask, @@.pink;beg@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@.<<else>>@@.pink;"Yes. Please put two simple studs through my nipples"@@, you ask, @@.pink;beg@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@.<<endif>> @@.gunther;"Very vell, just lean back and relax. I vill prepare everything and explain vhat I do, vhen I do it"@@, he says. You try to follow his advice, just settling back into the chair and attempting to calm down, rather unsuccessfully. Quickly, you realise that this is less due to nervousness... @@.azure;but excitement@@. <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>If this feels anything like your @@.pink;cock massager@@ did, you'll enjoy your decision for quite a while.<<endif>> @@.gunther;"Okay, first I vill disinfect the spot, it might be a little cold but you von't really feel anything else."@@ He says, then does so, and is right, it's a bit chilly, but nothing hurts yet. @@.gunther;"The next part vill be rather painful. First, I vill use this clamp to fixate the spot your studs vill go in."@@ He shows you a clamp, clean-looking and the arms end in little rings, the piercings can go right through those. The clamp now attached to your left nipple, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ produces a needle. @@.gunther;"Now, I'll have to make the actual piercing vith this needle. This can hurt quite a lot, so better grab the chair if you're not used to pain. Try not moving around too much."@@ Damn, why did you decide to go for this, you're sca-- <strong>OW!</strong> You can't even finish your thoughts from the pain you're experiencing right now. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees you struggle and has a pained expression on his face, he feels for you. <strong>OWWWWWW!</strong> That's the second one. When did your nipples get so sensitive? Fortunately, it's over as quickly and surprisingly as it began, just leaving a dull throb in the aftermath. @@.gunther;"That looked like it hurt a lot, I'm very sorry but it's part of the procedure. I hope you vill like the end result, we're almost finished. Just have tooooo... fertig!"@@ He exclaims after you vaguely feel something metal inserted into both nipples again. @@.gunther;"I vill fetch a small mirror for you. If you allow my saying so, it looks very beautiful on you!"@@, he tells you in his ever-present merry demeanour that makes you forget about the throbbing in your mouth for a moment. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns with a large mirror with wheels and an even wider smile than before. You look into the piece of reflecting glass and cautiously heft your breasts in front of it. When you first lay eyes on the metal studs probing out sideways, a shiver runs down your spine, in a good way. @@.pink;A sexy way.@@ It looks absolutely gorgeous on the @@.pink;new you@@ and you can't imagine ever taking them off again. @@.gunther;"I can tell by your face that you like it as much as me"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ takes you out of your reverie, hinting to you that your smile right now rivals his own. You can't deny that you're really happy with your choice, the pain was absolutely worth it. You feel really good about today, but that throbbing won't subside. It continues bothering you [[the entire way home.|Week 2, Day 6 - Nightly Encounter - BIMBO]]

Nah, you don't think you want to go for a nipple piercing. <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>You've had quite enough modifications done to yourself already.<<else>>Whatever reason you may have, it's probably a good idea to limit modifications to your body while you're wearing the choker.<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"You know@@ @@.gunther;Gunther@@@@.azure;, I think I won't ha-e anything today, I- sorry. Thanks so -uch -or showing -e so-e new stu- though, it was so nice to see you again."@@<<else>>@@.pink;"You know@@ @@.gunther;Gunther@@@@.pink;, I think I won't have anything today, I'm sorry. Thanks so much for showing me some new stuff though, it was so nice to see you again."@@<<endif>> You give him a heartfelt hug as goodbye, you've really taken to this guy. He returns the hug just as sincerely and waves to you as you leave his parlour. You try to settle down a little and just take this day off. Tomorrow is such a big day, you're way too excited than you can handle. So you try to rest a little, just lying down and leaving this day rather unproductive, [[you just go out for an evening walk.|Week 2, Day 6 - Nightly Encounter - BIMBO]]

<<set $date = "Week 2, @@.pink;Sunday">>Waking up never felt so bittersweet. Another week, you made it through. But have you really made it? Do you even want to? Every minute of this ordeal -- or blessing? -- the lines of that question become more blurred. And still your fate is slave to <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s whims, which is unmistakably frustrating and unsettling. For now, you just take care of your morning routine and contemplate what to wear for the day. <<if $tookClothes is 1 or $boughtClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt = "a dark red chemise">><<set $bra = "a matching satin bra">><<set $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt">><<set $underwear = "a red satin thong">><<set $chokerHidden = 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels">>The [[dark red chemise|Red Chemise Outfit - Week 1]] with the black miniskirt and the black 3 inch boots will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear [[the schoolgirl outfit?|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - BIMBO Clothing]] In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress">><<set $bra to "a matching lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees">><<set $underwear to "a matching purple lace thong">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>>The [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Purple Dress Outfit - Week 1]] will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[belly-free t-shirt|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - BIMBO Clothing]] and tight denim jeans? In addition, you put on luscious dark red makeup.<<set $makeup = "luscious dark red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a free-flowing, very raunchy blue dress, its neckline going down to your navel">><<set $bra to "no bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your rear, @@.azure;just as you like it@@">><<set $underwear to "@@.azure;obviously@@ no panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "eye-catching, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ red pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[provocative blue evening dress|Blue Dress Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.azure;sexy@@ red 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather wear the [[pink tube top|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - BIMBO Clothing]], with denim hotpants? To top it off, you apply a thick layer of bright red, slutty makeup to your face, taking extra care to highlight your @@.azure;love pillows@@.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.azure;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink underwear, with the see-through [[black evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] on top and lock yourself in the @@.azure;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the @@.pink;bubbly@@ [[pink clubbing dress?|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - BIMBO Clothing]] To finish off your look, you @@.azure;cake@@ your whole face in @@.azure;slutty@@ makeup. Your @@.azure;lips@@, your fingernails, your toenails, nothing is left unenhanced by the attention-grabbing, @@.azure;sultry@@ bright red colour that your various cosmetics have to offer.<<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>><<set $shirt to "a transparent [[evening dress]]">><<set $bra to "a bright pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely covering your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.azure;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.azure;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and your @@.azure;cum repository@@">><<set $underwear to "a bright pink thong">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, most @@.azure;delicious@@ [[shoes|locked cumslut heels]] you could @@.azure;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in an elegant black, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ \ As always, you put on your @@.azure;gorgeous@@ [[transparent evening dress|Black Evening Dress Outfit - Week 1]] and cake yourself in @@.azure;alluring@@ bright make-up, lipstick and nail polish by compulsion. @@.azure;A compulsion you very much cherish and want to cultivate.@@\ \ <<set $makeup = "@@.azure;flashy@@, bright red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.azure;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.azure;seductive bright red@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.azure;sultry bright red@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Just like last week, you barely finish with your morning routine and getting dressed, you hear a [[knock on your door|Week 2, Day 7 - Bonnie Arrives - BIMBO]] Whoever could it be?

<<if $brainDrain lte 2>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a buttoned up, opaque, white blouse">><<set $bra to "a black lace bra">><<set $bottomwear to "a bright tartan skirt, reaching your mid-thigh">><<set $underwear to "a matching black lace g-string">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "bright white pumps with 3 inch heels">>\ The [[schoolgirl outfit|Schoolgirl Outfit - Week 1]] and the white 3 inch pumps will be just perfect. Or would you rather wear the [[dark red chemise|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a dark red chemise"; $bra = "a matching satin bra"; $bottomwear = "a dangerously short black miniskirt"; $underwear = "a red satin thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "black leather boots with 3 inch heels"]] and black leather boots? \ \ In addition, you put on subtle, dark makeup. <<set $makeup = "dark makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "subtle, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 3>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a bright yellow, belly-free, skintight t-shirt">><<set $bra to "a yellow bra">><<set $bottomwear to "tight blue jeans, emphasising your curves">><<set $underwear to "matching yellow panties">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "black leather boots with 4 inch heels">>\ You go for the [[belly-free shirt|Belly-Free Outfit - Week 1]] and tight denim jeans, with 4 inch black leather boots adorning your feet. Or would you rather wear the [[long, purple, curve-hugging dress|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - BIMBO][$shirt = "a conservative, but curve-hugging, purple dress"; $bra = "a matching lace bra"; $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, reaching your knees"; $underwear = "a matching purple lace thong"; $chokerHidden = 0; $shoes = "dark red ankle boots with 4 inch heels"]], with dark red ankle boots? In addition, you @@.pink;paint your face@@ with luscious red makeup. <<set $makeup = "luscious red makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "medium thick, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain is 4>><<set $fingernails = "">><<set $toenails = "">><<set $provocativeDress = 0>><<set $shirt to "a @@.pink;bright pink@@ tube top">><<set $bra to "a @@.pink;cute@@, strapless, pink bra">><<set $bottomwear to "denim cutoffs, barely covering your @@.pink;lovely@@ rear">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;pink@@ g-string, riding between your @@.pink;luscious@@ cheeks">><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes = "garishly pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">>\ The [[tube top|Tube Top Outfit - Week 1]] calls out to you. It will go perfectly with the @@.pink;slutty@@ pink 5 inch pumps. Or would you rather go with the [[raunchy blue dress|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - BIMBO]]? On top of that, you can't resist @@.pink;caking your face@@ in @@.pink;slutty, pink@@ makeup. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">>\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>><<set $shirt to "an extremely risky, @@.pink;bright pink@@, wet-look [[clubbing dress]], exposing the lower half of your right @@.pink;tit@@">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, just barely reaching over your butt">><<set $underwear to "a @@.pink;slutty@@ pink thong reading @@.purple;'TAKE ME STUD'@@ over your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;clitstick@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.pink;love tunnel@@<<endif>> and @@.pink;boypussy@@">><<set $provocativeDress to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shoes to "the sluttiest, @@.pink;bubbliest@@ [[shoes|locked bimbo heels]] you could @@.pink;hope to@@ find, with a 7 inch heel, in a bright, girly pink, which are permanently locked to your ankles">><<set $provocativeShoes = 1>>\ You want everybody to see you. You choose to wear -- @@.pink;barely anything@@ -- the glowing pink @@.pink;titacular@@ [[clubbing dress|Pink Clubbing Dress - Week 1]] and lock yourself in the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ 7 inch heels. Or would you rather wear the [[risky black evening dress|Week 2, Day 7 - The Seventh Day - BIMBO]]? To finish the look off, you cover yourself in more @@.pink;pink@@. Your face, your lips, your fingernails, your toenails. You leave no part of you unenhanced by the @@.pink;bright, slutty pink colours@@ your cosmetics have to offer. <<set $makeup = "@@.pink;bubbly pink@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, @@.pink;slutty@@, ">><<set $fingernails = "with @@.pink;whorish bright pink@@ painted fingernails">><<set $toenails = "with @@.pink;slutty bright pink@@ painted toenails">><<endif>> Just like last week, you barely finish with your morning routine and getting dressed, you hear a [[knock on your door|Week 2, Day 7 - Bonnie Arrives - BIMBO]] Whoever could it be?

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Come on, open up, you know who it is"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@ shout through the door. When you open up and she steps through, she's back to her usual arrogant and pseudo-superior gait, acting all composed and indifferent. Let her have her moment, it makes no difference to you. @@.red;"Alright, things will go just like last time. I want to let you dangle a bit longer. First I get what I want, then you'll get yours."@@ She doesn't need to say more, you'll go through with it just like last week, since you can't refuse her anyway. <<if $visitedParlour2 is 0 or $brainDrain gte 5>>[[So you both head out.|Week 2, Day 7 - The Piercing Parlour - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[So you both head out.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"You know it's rude to let a dear friend wait, don't you?"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ quips from behind the door. Of course you open up and let her enter with that cocky gait that's become her trademark lately. @@.orange;"No surprises today. Everything's going to play out just like you know it does, exactly like last week. You're going to continue pretending to struggle until you eventually cave in and admit you feel exhilirated. Deal?"@@ You expected she'd have something planned again, no point in refusing her. @@.pink;"Deal."@@ <<if $visitedParlour2 is 0 or $brainDrain gte 5>>Better get it over with [[and head to where she wants to take you.|Week 2, Day 7 - The Piercing Parlour - BIMBO]]<<else>>Better get it over with [[and head to where she wants to take you.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $visitedParlour2 is 0>><<set $visitedParlour2 = 1>>You step into the familiar, slightly run-down salon and are immediately greeted by the hulking form and infectiously cheerful demeanour of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@. @@.gunther;"Ah, lovely lady, velcome back! I vas told to expect you, thank you for coming by. How are you doing these days? Ah, and you brought your friend vith you!"@@, he asks you, flashing his trademark massive smile, greeting <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> too. @@.gunther;"Are you looking to get something done today?"@@, he follows up with another question. @@.pink;"It's nice to see you too,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.pink;!"@@ You feel your mood has brightened already, it was a good idea coming here. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"I- not quite sure whether I want to get so-ething or whether I'll just get away with calling it a courtesy call"@@, you laugh, @@.pink;"-ut did you ha-e anything s-eci-ic in -ind?"@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ laughs at your newest disability. @@.gunther;"Haha, sounds like silly voman now talks silly, too!"@@ You're a bit ashamed, but you're sure he didn't mean it.<<else>>@@.pink;"I'm not quite sure whether I want to get something or whether I'll just get away with calling it a courtesy call"@@, you laugh, @@.pink;"but did you have anything specific in mind?"@@<<endif>> @@.gunther;"Sure sure, come around and take a seat first, I'm certain you'll find something you like."@@ With that, he disappears into the back room for a bit while you follow his suggestion and sit down on one of the chairs. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns shortly afterwards. @@.gunther;"Take a look here"@@, he hands you a folder, apparently with an assortment of nipple piercings, @@.gunther;"your friend gave me some pointers and hinted that your breasts are a real eye-catcher."@@ He blushes and tries to avert his gaze, but it's clear he wants to look. Heat flares through your body, involuntarily making you squirm in your seat. @@.gunther;"If you don't mind my saying, she's not wrong. I don't remember them being so... full, they indeed look vonderful."@@ You blush at his comment, feeling embarrassed that you actually feel flattered by such a @@.pink;lewd@@ thing. Regardless, you browse through the folder a little bit. It's amazing what kinds of designs they come up with, but some of these look hardly practical. If anything, you're eyeing a standard kind of stud, leaving a round metal ball on both sides of the nipple. <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>Quite similar to the bar adorning your @@.azure;tongue@@. <<endif>> @@.gunther;"So, what do you think? Are you interested in anything?"@@ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"The only conflict here should be the overabundance of choice, dear. You know you want to"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ scolds you.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Don't look at me. You know my choice already. Make yours."@@ She shoots you a look that tells you quite clearly she expects some overlap between your choice and hers.<<endif>> [[Tell him to give you the standard nipple studs.|Week 2, Day 7 - Getting a Nipple Piercing - BIMBO]] <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>[[Refuse and say goodbye.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>[[Refuse and say goodbye.|Week 2, Day 7 - Soul Stamp - BIMBO]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $visitedParlour2 is 1>>@@.gunther;"Oh, the lovely lady is visiting again"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s voice greets you as you enter the parlour, @@.gunther;"I suppose my charm is still as captivating as ever!"@@, he exclaims under his roaring laughter. He's not quite wrong, but of course you're only here again because <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> brought you here. @@.gunther;"So, to vhat do I owe the pleasure of being visited by you two girls?"@@ You're as baffled as him. Throwing a questioning glance at <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> who speaks up in response. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"I thought it'd be a good idea to get a check-up on that piercing, just to be on the safe side. You know I only care about your well-being"@@, she quips at you.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Your@@ @@.pink;tits@@ @@.orange;are your capital at present. I definitely wouldn't want anything to happen to them, so I thought it wise to have them examined."@@<<endif>> Right. Well, it's not a bad idea. You agree, sit down in one of the chairs and have @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ examine your piercings. The whole affair is over very quickly and he concludes that everything looks to be healing ideally, to your relief. @@.gunther;"Looks like I did a good job!"@@, he laughs, @@.gunther;"Is there something else you and your friend wanted to do?"@@ <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>[[No, you've had enough, take your leave.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>[[Your 'friend' cuts in and actually does have something else planned.|Week 2, Day 7 - Soul Stamp - BIMBO]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $nipplePiercing is 0>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"I thought you may want to reconsider. Nipple piercings would look terrific on you, I'm sure"@@, @@.red;Bonny@@ advises you unprompted.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I thought your decision last time was rash. I don't think you gave those nipple studs a fair chance, if you're being honest."@@<<endif>> You're being given the choice to reconsider. Do you maybe get a piercing still, or are you firm about your decision not to get one? [[Actually, normal nipple studs sound like a good idea.|Week 2, Day 7 - Getting a Nipple Piercing - BIMBO]] <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>[[You don't make half-hearted decisions. You stick with your choice and refuse.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>[[You don't make half-hearted decisions. You stick with your choice and refuse.|Week 2, Day 7 - Soul Stamp - BIMBO]]<<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up right after you step out of the door. @@.red;"Alright dear, time to make another stop."@@ So she's going to pull the clinic jig again? You don't look forward to this, but you still hope you're through the worst.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ speaks up right as you step out of the door. @@.orange;"It's time to head to the clinic now"@@, she announces. The clinic again? Well, hopefully you've made it through the worst of it already, maybe it'll be nothing.<<endif>> Both of you step through the clinic's doors and are immediately greeted by <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.purple;Astrid@@<<else>>a gorgeous blonde woman, who looks like she's been both employee and customer at this institution<<endif>>. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.purple;"Hello you two, it's good to see you again. You've already made an appointment for today, so I assume this is still about our <em>special</em> breast implants?"@@\ <<else>>@@.purple;"I'm glad you came. My name is Astrid"@@, she shakes your hand and smiles, as much as her botoxed face allows her to. @@.purple;"Going by the appointment you made, I assume this is still about our <em>special</em> breast implants?"@@<<endif>> <<if $quizLost2 is 1>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Just to cut you off before you're trying to assert any kind of control over this appointment, let me tell you that you have none. Normally, I would've given you a choice, but you needed to fool around yesterday. I'm not a quizmaster, I'm <em>your</em> master. I don't giving you questions, I give you orders. So lie down, and <em>get your titties stuffed full</em>.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Don't you dare raise your voice. You have no say in this matter, since you chose to waste my time with your little games yesterday. You're my toy, not the other way around. So today I want some entertainment in return. Getting your@@ @@.pink;jugs@@ @@.orange;filled with silicone should be amusing."@@<<endif>> [[Fuck.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - BIMBO]]\ \ <<elseif $quizLost2 is 0>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Well, what do you think? I'm leaving the choice to you here, if you want, you can get your@@ @@.pink;tits@@ @@.red;stuffed, and surely you know the choice I'd make for you, but don't let that influence you or anything"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ tells you with a sly grin.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I don't suppose you would let me make that choice for you?"@@ Nope. Not gonna happen. @@.orange;"You should honestly consider it though. Silicone-stuffed@@ @@.pink;sandbags@@ @@.orange;really fit the new 'you'."@@<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain lt 7>>The choice is up to you, fortunately. Do you get the breast implants? [[Yes, do it.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - BIMBO]] [[No, refuse the implants, who knows what those are made of.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Spurned - BIMBO]]\ \ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 7>>Is she kidding? Of course you want to! @@.pink;Say yes, <em>right. now.</em> You'll love yourself for making that call every day of your life.@@ You can't resist. @@.pink;That's right.@@ [[Beg her to juice up your titties.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Surrender - BIMBO]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<set $nipplePiercing = 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Yes. -lease -ut two studs through -y ni-les"@@, you ask, @@.pink;beg@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@.<<else>>@@.pink;"Yes. Please put two simple studs through my nipples"@@, you ask, @@.pink;beg@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@.<<endif>> @@.gunther;"Very vell, just lean back and relax. I vill prepare everything and explain vhat I do, vhen I do it"@@, he says. You try to follow his advice, just settling back into the chair and attempting to calm down, rather unsuccessfully. Quickly, you realise that this is less due to nervousness... @@.azure;but excitement@@. <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>If this feels anything like your @@.pink;cock massager@@ did, you'll enjoy your decision for quite a while.<<endif>> @@.gunther;"Okay, first I vill disinfect the spot, it might be a little cold but you von't really feel anything else."@@ He says, then does so, and is right, it's a bit chilly, but nothing hurts yet. @@.gunther;"The next part vill be rather painful. First, I vill use this clamp to fixate the spot your studs vill go in."@@ He shows you a clamp, clean-looking and the arms end in little rings, the piercings can go right through those. The clamp now attached to your left nipple, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ produces a needle. @@.gunther;"Now, I'll have to make the actual piercing vith this needle. This can hurt quite a lot, so better grab the chair if you're not used to pain. Try not moving around too much."@@ Damn, why did you decide to go for this, you're sca-- <strong>OW!</strong> You can't even finish your thoughts from the pain you're experiencing right now. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ sees you struggle and has a pained expression on his face, he feels for you. <strong>OWWWWWW!</strong> That's the second one. When did your nipples get so sensitive? Fortunately, it's over as quickly and surprisingly as it began, just leaving a dull throb in the aftermath. @@.gunther;"That looked like it hurt a lot, I'm very sorry but it's part of the procedure. I hope you vill like the end result, we're almost finished. Just have tooooo... fertig!"@@ He exclaims after you vaguely feel something metal inserted into both nipples again. @@.gunther;"I vill fetch a small mirror for you. If you allow my saying so, it looks very beautiful on you!"@@, he tells you in his ever-present merry demeanour that makes you forget about the throbbing in your mouth for a moment. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ returns with a large mirror with wheels and an even wider smile than before. You look into the piece of reflecting glass and cautiously heft your breasts in front of it. When you first lay eyes on the metal studs probing out sideways, a shiver runs down your spine, in a good way. @@.pink;A sexy way.@@ It looks absolutely gorgeous on the @@.pink;new you@@ and you can't imagine ever taking them off again. @@.gunther;"I can tell by your face that you like it as much as me"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ takes you out of your reverie, hinting to you that your smile right now rivals his own. You can't deny that you're really happy with your choice, the pain was absolutely worth it. @@.gunther;"I'm alvays happy to see a pleased customer. Now, is there anything else I can do for you or your friend today?"@@ <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>[[No, that's all you planned to get here, time to take your leave.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>[[Your 'friend' cuts in, actually having something else planned.|Week 2, Day 7 - Soul Stamp - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"There's still something else to take care of, I have to say"@@, she announces, a devilish grin apparent on her face. Oh no, what happened? @@.red;"Thinking back, how much do you think you let yourself go this week?"@@ You can't believe it. Did you really? @@.red;"I can see your catching on"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ relishes the moment, reading your face. @@.red;"Quite right, you've@@ @@.pink;earned@@ @@.red;yourself a shiny tattoo! Congratulations dear, I look forward to seeing what you choose."@@ Your heart sinks all the way into your toes. You honestly didn't think you did that badly... or did you? @@.red;"Oh come on, why the sad face?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ inquires, @@.red;"You didn't feel a thing moments before and you're not going to. Things are just going to stay exactly how they are in this moment. Even moreso than you would believe..."@@, she says ominously<<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>, even though you've already done this once and know how it works<<endif>>. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>@@.red;"Just in case you forgot how this works, let me refresh your memory."@@<<elseif $cumslutTattoo is 0>>@@.red;"I'm going to explain to you how this works, briefly."@@<<endif>> @@.red;"You're not getting normal ink. No, instead I've asked my friends at the corporation for something special. Similar stuff to the choker apparently, just in liquid form. Put that under your skin and it'll apply its effects permanently. Only problem is, since it had to be liquefied, it's not quite as strong. What that means is, one of these tattoos is useless to actually advance a transformation in somebody, however it is perfect to avoid it regressing." "Put simply, no matter how long your choker is off, no matter how much you control yourself from now on, no matter how much you try to deny it...@@ @@.pink;<em>You're a bimbo for life!</em>@@@@.red; Isn't that great? You've been such a magnificent@@ @@.pink;whore@@ @@.red;that your body will expect you to remain one. Who knows, maybe one day you'll honestly be too dumb to write your name! The sky's the limit, honey."@@ She's enjoying this so much, it increases your pain tenfold. You can't believe it. You're in this for the second week, you've gotten a better grasp on the rules, and you still failed to resist the influence of the choker. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>Again! <<endif>>Starting to doubt yourself, you only hope that after today, this is all over, and that you somehow, miraculously manage to recover. But it doesn't look like you will.\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"That's not all though."@@ Oh my, what does she have in store for you now? @@.orange;"You do remember that I warned you against giving in too much if you wanted to preserve your identity?"@@ You're not certain she did. @@.orange;"Well, even if I didn't. Surprise!"@@ She's waving her hands about comically, mockingly. @@.orange;"As a reward you'll get a tattoo<<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>> just like your first one<<endif>>. You get a choice out of three designs, your happiness is my utmost priority after all." "I did mention its special capabilities, didn't I?"@@ <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>Yes, yes you did...<<elseif $cumslutTattoo is 0>>No, not that you recall...<<endif>> @@.orange;"It's essentially the same material as in your choker, only in liquid form. That seems to take some of the punch out of it. In other words, you won't have to worry about your transformation progressing further, however, it will lock in any changes so far. And good luck trying to get that ink out of you. I look forward to see the day I have to tie your shoelaces for you. Luckily, I think most go-go boots actually sport zips, so don't worry your pretty little head, dear"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ smirks. You can't believe it. You're in this for the second week, you've gotten a better grasp on the rules, and you still failed to resist the influence of the choker. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>Again! <<endif>>Starting to doubt yourself, you only hope that after today, this is all over, and that you somehow, miraculously manage to recover. But it doesn't look like you will.<<endif>> After giving you some time to process all this, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ fetches five designs to show you, and all of them look utterly @@.pink;super sexy@@--demeaning. [[Ditzy Dolly|Week 2, Day 7 - Ditzy Dolly - BIMBO]] [[Boobacious Bimbo|Week 2, Day 7 - Boobacious Bimbo - BIMBO]] [[Tasty Titties|Week 2, Day 7 - Tasty Titties - BIMBO]] [[Naughty Nympho|Week 2, Day 7 - Naughty Nympho - BIMBO]] [[Voluptuous Vixen|Week 2, Day 7 - Voluptuous Vixen - BIMBO]]

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattooname = "@@.pink;Ditzy Dolly@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"How adorable! I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Adorable. And considering your future intellect, a store mannequin would probably be a suitable role for you. Well done, dear."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of excitement. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.\ <<elseif $cumslutTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.pink;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.pink;adorab--@@embarassing text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.pink;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.pink;your new title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before admiring your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.orange;"So we have that taken care of. Always a pleasure to be here. I'm certain you got quite excited as well, whatever your mouth might say. Your body speaks its own language. Now, onward to our next stop."@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattooname = "@@.pink;Boobacious Bimbo@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Straight and to the point. I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Very succinct. You've grasped perfectly what you are. I'm proud of you, dear."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of excitement. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.\ <<elseif $cumslutTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.pink;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding @@.pink;your new title@@, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.pink;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.pink;your new title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before admiring your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.orange;"So we have that taken care of. Always a pleasure to be here. I'm certain you got quite excited as well, whatever your mouth might say. Your body speaks its own language. Now, onward to our next stop."@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattooname = "@@.pink;Tasty Titties@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Seriously? You must really love your new position, your brain already matches it. I'm so happy for you!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I... what?"@@ For the first time, you see @@.orange;Bridget@@ at a loss for words. @@.orange;"Oh my, you're embracing your silliness more than I thought. You really make the perfect@@ @@.pink;BIMBO@@@@.orange;."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of excitement. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.\ <<elseif $cumslutTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.pink;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.pink;insightful@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.pink;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.pink;your new purpose@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before admiring your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.orange;"So we have that taken care of. Always a pleasure to be here. I'm certain you got quite excited as well, whatever your mouth might say. Your body speaks its own language. Now, onward to our next stop."@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $chestImplant = 1>><<set $chest += 1>><<if $lipImplant is 0>>@@.purple;Astrid@@ approaches you. @@.purple;"A good choice. If you are nervous at all, I can hopefully alleviate your worries by saying the procedure is very simple and will likely take an hour at most."@@ That does indeed calm you down a little. @@.purple;"Now, up until recently"@@, she goes on, @@.purple;"breast implants were a potentially risky step. There were all kinds of myths and truths surrounding them, about implants bursting, deflating, being carcinogenic and pretty much everything you can imagine the human mind come up with."@@ She directs you over to a seat in one of the patient rooms, and straps you in, explaining that you simply shouldn't move around too much during the operation. This time, you don't feel quite as calm. @@.purple;"Interestingly enough, your companion here made a rather curious donation. A compound like I've never seen before. We studied it a while, and think it could make a terrific addition to the field of plastic surgery. Of course, this is all highly unofficial, but given our excessive and thorough testing, I can assure you nothing will go wrong, you'll love the result!"@@ "Unofficial". "Curious". "Nothing will go wrong". You know why you've been strapped in right away. They're injecting you with something now though, and you already feel like the straps will be wholly unnecessary just shortly thereafter.\ \ <<else>>You know more or less what to expect, so you're not as nervous ahead of the procedure this time. @@.purple;"We've had you on the table before, so I assume you're mostly set, right?"@@ It's like she can read your mind. @@.purple;"If anything's worrying you or there's anything you feel you need to know, just speak up while you still can"@@, @@.purple;Astrid@@ warns you. Pretty sure you're fine though. @@.purple;"Okay then. I am legally required to explain that, like last time, this procedure is somewhat experimental. There could be unforeseen consequences, just like with any kind of surgery, only less predictable. Do you understand?"@@ You nod. <<if $quizLost2 is 1>>Not like you have a choice, anyway.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.purple;"Then let's get started"@@, is the last thing to hear before [[you drift into sleep quickly.|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Surrender 2 - BIMBO]]

<<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Very well. I said you had a choice, and I'll keep my word"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ tells you. @@.red;"Today will be quite simple then"@@, as she says that, you can hear the disappointment in her voice. That can only be a good thing for you!<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"As you wish. I will uphold my promise not to overrule your own choice."@@ You can see by the hostile flicker in @@.orange;Bridget@@'s eyes that she does regret it though. You never knew pissing somebody off could feel this pleasant!<<endif>> <<if $transformationProgress gte 8 and $penis is 1>>\ \ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"I do have another suggestion for you though, so hear me out"@@, she restarts the conversation.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"However, there is another proposition waiting for you, so listen carefully"@@, she restarts the conversation.<<endif>> [[What is she planning now?|Week 2, Day 7 - Special Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]\ \ <<else>>\ \ <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>[[And so you finally return to your apartment.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[And so you finally return to your apartment.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> <<if $transformationProgress lte 7>>\ \ <<else>><<endif>>

<<if $lipImplant is 0>>You feel yourself slowly arising out of sleep... That's right, you were ane... ani... anaesthetised. Looks like you flattered yourself a little too much, maybe stick to "drugged" next time you're barely awakening from heavy medication. Mentally debating interior monologue linguistics for only a few seconds more, you start focussing on what you can hear, your sight still being rather blurry. @@.purple;"...and don't worry, it's well-connected to the tissue around it. Nobody is going to get that implant out without serious invasive surgery."@@ You've just had surgery, and they're talking about more surgery already? <em>Doctors</em>... @@.purple;"It appears our guest is ready to join us in reality again"@@, you hear @@.purple;Astrid@@ joke. @@.purple;"Well-rested, sweetness?"@@, she asks you. You're not sure if she's mocking you or trying to be funny and cheerful. @@.purple;"There shouldn't be any problems with the healing process, maybe put an ice pack or two on your chest for the day and you should feel just marvelous tomorrow. I'll fetch a mirror so you can see the final result."@@ So at least recovery time seems to be reasonable. What was it she said right when you were coming up about tissue though? You better ask, and do so before she can even bring up the mirror in front of you. @@.pink;"W-what did you... you say about tissue and... inva--invasive surgery?"@@ Oh wow, those drugs knocked you out well and thoroughly. You're not quite there yet, it seems. @@.purple;Astrid@@'s porcelain white skin turns fire truck red at that question. @@.purple;"I... uuh... that's just medical mumbo jumbo, don't worry your pretty little head about it, it looks fantastic!"@@ Don't worry about it? Now you're worried. @@.purple;"How about that language though?"@@, she laughs, trying to deflect. @@.purple;"You should definitely take a bit more of a rest, don't strain yourself too much. Tomorrow you'll be completely fine, I promise, you'll be all healed up tomorrow, and by then the anaesthetic will have worn off too."@@ She's deflecting suspiciously, you think you may have made a mistake here. @@.pink;Or perhaps it was the best decision of your life@@, your brain tells you, as @@.purple;Astrid@@ raises the mirror in front of you and your @@.pink;titties@@ are conquering your field of view. It's not that they're necessarily <em>bigger</em> but they're demanding attention. They are perfectly round, quite literally globes, sitting on your chest, and seem not to sag in the slightest. When you try to heft one of them, you flinch. You can feel they're less squishy in the front than they were previously, but you can't touch them for too long, they're rather sore. After the pain subsides though... there's a tingle in them? What the hell, you only touched them for a second. @@.pink;Hmm, that probably means you should invite somebody over to touch them lots more!@@ Whatever your concerns and whatever your brain tries to suggest to you, you can't deny that your new tits look stunning on you @@.pink;and you can't wait to try them out@@. Goddamn, that's enough now! You just thank @@.purple;Astrid@@ for her services and decide that it would be a good idea to keep an eye on her, should you ever encounter her again.\ \ <<else>>You feel yourself slowly arising out of sleep... Coming up from your anaesthesia-induced slumber, you hear a voice. It sounds like @@.purple;Astrid@@, she seems to be expecting you to come around this time. @@.purple;"There you are, on time, as always."@@ She seems to be a lot nicer than you remember. @@.purple;"How do you feel, any dizziness?"@@ You nod, you only woke up a moment ago and are still pretty groggy. @@.purple;"Alright, that's completely normal, stay seated for a bit longer. How about your breasts, do they feel good? Can you talk?"@@ What an odd question. @@.pink;"Ob coars I caaaan, wad a dum quession izzat?"@@ @@.purple;Astrid@@ can't contain it, she bursts out in laughter. Okay, she may have a point. That anaesthetic was strong shit. @@.pink;"Dat fuzzinesh gonna go away, rite?"@@ @@.purple;"Oh absolutely, probably, maybe that will go away after an hour or so."@@ That doesn't instill confidence. This was a mistake...\ <<endif>> Or maybe it wasn't. When @@.purple;Astrid@@ pushes a mirror in front of you, you can hardly believe your eyes. Your @@.pink;tits@@ are perky and don't sag in the slightest, plus having gained a little extra in size. You look like @@.pink;a complete sexpot@@. @@.pink;Finally a body to fit your mind!@@ No matter what concerns you may have about your life, just the sight in front of you is enough to make up for it, in this very moment. <<if $transformationProgress gte 8 and $penis is 1>>\ \ [[''Actually, I have another suggestion for you''|Week 2, Day 7 - Special Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]], <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> tells you.\ \ <<else>>\ \ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> smiles at you, <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>even wider than she did after your piercings were in place, <<endif>>more than pleased about the choice you made, you'd bet. She leads you to the exit, and reassuringly tells you what a @@.pink;good girl@@ you've been. And @@.pink;good girls@@ are allowed to <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>[[return home after a stressful day.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[return home after a stressful day.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - BIMBO]]\ \ <<endif>>\ <<endif>>

So the two of you make your way home. Uncertainty nagging at you, you were unable to really sit still or relax in the cab, it's simply too unsettling, thinking of all the possible tricks that may still await you today, as if what you've been through already wasn't enough. <<if $cumslut is 1>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.red;"I won't put you through another moralistic speech today. You know my reasons, and my reasons persist. You probably want the choker off right now. But let's have fun, just one more time. Lie down on your bed."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You're confused. You've jumped through every hoop. Now your patience is dwindling. @@.pink;"What? Why? I- done errything you asked, e-en -ore than you initially wanted. Two weeks are o-er, now let -e li-e on in -eace."@@ Jesus, these implants.<<else>>You're confused. You've jumped through every hoop. Now your patience is dwindling. @@.pink;"What? Why? I've done everything you asked, even more than you initially wanted. Two weeks are over, now let me live on in peace.<<endif>> Her expression hardens. @@.red;Bonnie@@ fixes you with a hard glare. @@.red;"You will get on the bed. <strong>Now.</strong>"@@ Your body freezes up and your lips part on their own. @@.pink;"Yes, Mistress"@@, you hear your own body say<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, painfully<<endif>>, as it turns around and moves over to the bed, lying down and remaining there, paralysed. Unable to move your head, you just hear her chuckle confidently before she moves away from you. Sounds like she's fetching something from her purse, she's rummaging through something. When she returns, she still wears an arrogant smile on her face as she dangles a rope in front of you. Several, actually. Moments later, you feel her grab your left arm and tie one rope around it, then attach it to something else, presumably the nearest bed post. She continues tying your remaining limbs to the corresponding bed posts, resulting in you lying on your bed spread eagle, completely exposed. From here on out, she starts ripping your clothes off, literally. <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>>Honestly, you're kind of glad she did, now you know you can finally get rid of these @@.azure;gorgeous@@ heels and that @@.azure;luscious@@ dress. @@.red;"You'll get a little wardrobe update, don't worry. You'll need it."@@<<else>>She throws the remains of your clothes to the side. @@.red;"You'll get a little wardrobe update, don't worry. You'll need it."<<endif>> As ominous as that sounded, what you hear next is even more unsettling. [[''Okay, looks like you're ready''|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]], @@.red;Bonnie@@ says as you hear the choker clicking open once more, a feeling of relief rushing over you immediately.\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.orange;Bridget@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.orange;"That takes care of the plans outside this dump. Now, on to the indoor activities!"@@ More plans? You've done all she asked for, for the second time! <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Indoor -lans? I thought we did errything already, we did the sa-e things as last weekend"@@, you complain. You'd like to complain about your lip implants as well, but that'd embarrass you even further.<<else>>@@.pink;"Indoor plans? I thought we did everything already, we did the same things as last weekend"@@, you complain.<<endif>> @@.orange;"Don't worry, it won't hurt your poor, tiny brain too much. I just need you to lie down on your bed and I will take care of the rest."@@ You just stand there. @@.orange;"Come on, what are you waiting for?"@@ You stay firm, but see @@.orange;Bridget@@'s mouth turn from confident smirk to annoyed frown. @@.orange;"I told you to lie down on the bed, you vapid@@ @@.pink;whore@@@@.orange;!"@@, she shouts. Your body freezes up and your lips part on their own. @@.pink;"Yes, Mistress"@@, you hear your own body say<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, painfully<<endif>>, as it turns around and moves over to the bed, lying down and remaining there, paralysed. @@.orange;"I almost forgot about that. Neat, why am I not doing this more often?"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ celebrates her victory, before starting to rummage through her purse, presumably. You still can't move at all, not even your head. When she steps over back into your sight, she dangles a rope in front of you. A couple of them, actually. Next, she disappears again, and starts tying the rope to your left wrist, and then something outside your view again, probably the bed post closest to you. She goes on like this, moving around you, tying every limb to the adjacent bed post. As some feeling creeps back into your body, you give the ropes a few careful, exploratory pulls, but they don't budge. Seems she got a lot dumber, but remains a bondage expert, crap. Bondage and knots must rank highly enough on the bimbo scale of useful knowledge. Now you're lying on your bed, spread eagle, still unable to move even after your paralysis has worn off. You're completely exposed. What shocks you even more is @@.orange;Bridget@@ suddenly starting to literally tear off your clothes, since the ropes would be in the way of them, if she tried to remove them normally. <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>>Honestly, you're kind of glad she did, now you know you can finally get rid of these @@.azure;gorgeous@@ heels and that @@.azure;luscious@@ dress.<<endif>> @@.orange;"What a shame, and I took so much care to select the outfits, too. Such a waste. But orders are orders."@@ Wait, she was <em>told</em>? She's taking orders now? @@.orange;"Looks to me like you're well-prepared though, so let's remove that last item from your@@ @@.pink;slutty@@ @@.orange;body."@@ She leans over and you hear the *click*, [[that you waited for all week|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]], relief washing over you.<<endif>>

So the two of you make your way home. Uncertainty nagging at you, you were unable to really sit still or relax in the cab, it's simply too unsettling, thinking of all the possible tricks that may still await you today, as if what you've been through already wasn't enough. <<if $cumslut is 1>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.red;Bonnie@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.red;"I won't put you through another moralistic speech today. You know my reasons, and my reasons persist. You probably want the choker off right now. But let's have fun, just one more time. Lie down on your bed."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You're confused. You've jumped through every hoop. Now your patience is dwindling. @@.pink;"What? Why? I- done errything you asked, e-en -ore than you initially wanted. Two weeks are o-er, now let -e li-e on in -eace."@@ Jesus, these implants.<<else>>You're confused. You've jumped through every hoop. Now your patience is dwindling. @@.pink;"What? Why? I've done everything you asked, even more than you initially wanted. Two weeks are over, now let me live on in peace.<<endif>> Her expression hardens. @@.red;Bonnie@@ fixes you with a hard glare. @@.red;"You will get on the bed. <strong>Now.</strong>"@@ Your body freezes up and your lips part on their own. @@.pink;"Yes, Mistress"@@, you hear your own body say<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, painfully<<endif>>, as it turns around and moves over to the bed, lying down and remaining there, paralysed. Unable to move your head, you just hear her chuckle confidently before she moves away from you. Sounds like she's fetching something from her purse, she's rummaging through something. When she returns, she still wears an arrogant smile on her face as she dangles a rope in front of you. Several, actually. Moments later, you feel her grab your left arm and tie one rope around it, then attach it to something else, presumably the nearest bed post. She continues tying your remaining limbs to the corresponding bed posts, resulting in you lying on your bed spread eagle, completely exposed. From here on out, she starts ripping your clothes off, literally. <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>>Honestly, you're kind of glad she did, now you know you can finally get rid of these @@.azure;gorgeous@@ heels and that @@.azure;luscious@@ dress. @@.red;"You'll get a little wardrobe update, don't worry. You'll need it."@@<<else>>She throws the remains of your clothes to the side. @@.red;"You'll get a little wardrobe update, don't worry. You'll need it."<<endif>> As ominous as that sounded, what you hear next is even more unsettling. [[''Okay, looks like you're ready''|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo On - BIMBO]], @@.red;Bonnie@@ says as you hear the choker clicking open once more, a feeling of relief rushing over you immediately.\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>As you step through the door to your apartment, @@.orange;Bridget@@ speaks up almost immediately. @@.orange;"That takes care of the plans outside this dump. Now, on to the indoor activities!"@@ More plans? You've done all she asked for, for the second time! <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Indoor -lans? I thought we did errything already, we did the sa-e things as last weekend"@@, you complain. You'd like to complain about your lip implants as well, but that'd embarrass you even further.<<else>>@@.pink;"Indoor plans? I thought we did everything already, we did the same things as last weekend"@@, you complain.<<endif>> @@.orange;"Don't worry, it won't hurt your poor, tiny brain too much. I just need you to lie down on your bed and I will take care of the rest."@@ You just stand there. @@.orange;"Come on, what are you waiting for?"@@ You stay firm, but see @@.orange;Bridget@@'s mouth turn from confident smirk to annoyed frown. @@.orange;"I told you to lie down on the bed, you vapid@@ @@.pink;whore@@@@.orange;!"@@, she shouts. Your body freezes up and your lips part on their own. @@.pink;"Yes, Mistress"@@, you hear your own body say<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, painfully<<endif>>, as it turns around and moves over to the bed, lying down and remaining there, paralysed. @@.orange;"I almost forgot about that. Neat, why am I not doing this more often?"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ celebrates her victory, before starting to rummage through her purse, presumably. You still can't move at all, not even your head. When she steps over back into your sight, she dangles a rope in front of you. A couple of them, actually. Next, she disappears again, and starts tying the rope to your left wrist, and then something outside your view again, probably the bed post closest to you. She goes on like this, moving around you, tying every limb to the adjacent bed post. As some feeling creeps back into your body, you give the ropes a few careful, exploratory pulls, but they don't budge. Seems she got a lot dumber, but remains a bondage expert, crap. Bondage and knots must rank highly enough on the bimbo scale of useful knowledge. Now you're lying on your bed, spread eagle, still unable to move even after your paralysis has worn off. You're completely exposed. What shocks you even more is @@.orange;Bridget@@ suddenly starting to literally tear off your clothes, since the ropes would be in the way of them, if she tried to remove them normally. <<if $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>>Honestly, you're kind of glad she did, now you know you can finally get rid of these @@.azure;gorgeous@@ heels and that @@.azure;luscious@@ dress.<<endif>> @@.orange;"What a shame, and I took so much care to select the outfits, too. Such a waste. But orders are orders."@@ Wait, she was <em>told</em>? She's taking orders now? @@.orange;"Looks to me like you're well-prepared though, so let's remove that last item from your@@ @@.pink;slutty@@ @@.orange;body."@@ She leans over and you hear the *click*, [[that you waited for all week|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker Off, Tattoo On - BIMBO]], relief washing over you.<<endif>>

<<if settings.pussy and $transformationProgress is 10>>\ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"You've come quite far. Honestly, you've been a <em>real</em> slut, I don't know how you managed to 'fail' that badly. Guess you really had it in you, huh?"@@ For some reason, hearing that doesn't even affect you. @@.red;"I intended to come forth with an offer at this point, but honestly, with the <em>work</em> you put in, I feel like asking you is a waste of time. There's no need to thank me; your actions have been very clear displays of gratitude already. Enjoy, honey."@@ She says those last words with true affection, maybe you actually will love what's next? [[There's only one way to find out.|Week 2, Day 7 - Special Surgery Surrender - BIMBO]]\ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I'm more than impressed with your progress. Over these past two weeks, you transformed as much as I could imagine."@@ It couldn't have been that bad, surely. @@.orange;"Certainly, I can't picture it going any 'worse'. I knew right away that this was the path for you. Seeing you enjoy yourself so much makes me rejoice, truly. It's why I wanted to offer you something, but considering the enthusiasm with which you embraced the whoring business, I think this would make for a great surprise. Go on, dear, relish this moment."@@ She says those last words with true affection, maybe you actually will love what's next? [[There's only one way to find out.|Week 2, Day 7 - Special Surgery Surrender - BIMBO]]<<endif>>\ <<else>>\ <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"You've come quite far. Honestly, you've been a <em>real</em> slut, I don't know how you managed to 'fail' that badly. Guess you really had it in you, huh?"@@ For some reason, hearing that doesn't even affect you. @@.red;"I've got a reward on offer, and seeing your... preferences, you may actually go for it. It's totally up to you though." "How about getting... female equipment down there? You know, the real deal. It'll look just like a real one, and even better, <em>feel</em> like a real one.@@ @@.purple;Astrid@@ @@.red;has agreed to throw it on top of your current procedures on the house, as a little token of appreciation. I think she sees a potential recurring customer too."@@ She winks at you. @@.red;"What do you say? Are you up for it? Keep in mind, some guys really have a thing for chicks with dicks, but it's still a niche. It'd certainly improve your chances."@@\ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I'm more than impressed with your progress. Over these past two weeks, you transformed as much as I could imagine."@@ It couldn't have been that bad, surely. @@.orange;"Certainly, I can't picture it going any 'worse'. I knew right away that this was the path for you. Seeing you enjoy yourself so much makes me rejoice, truly." "And not just that, it leads to this offer I have in store for you. You've got the unique prospect of acquiring female... tools of the trade between your legs"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ gestures. @@.orange;"@@@@.purple;Astrid@@ @@.orange;has assured me that it looks -- and <em>feels</em> -- just like a real one, courtesy of the corporation's material donation. She's also agreed to do the procedure for free, she calls it 'an investment'. I happen to agree"@@, she smirks at you.\ <<endif>> [[That actually doesn't sound that bad. You'll take it.|Week 2, Day 7 - Special Surgery Surrender - BIMBO]] With how far your transformation has progressed, at this point, a vagina will probably avoid question instead of attracting them. <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>[[What do you care what guys want? Refuse the offer.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<elseif $bimboTattoo is 1>>[[What do you care what guys want? Refuse the offer.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<endif>> You'll find a way to reverse all this, and having more experimental surgery done on you probably won't help that effort.\ <<endif>>

<<set $penis = 0>><<set $penis3 = 1>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ doesn't say anything, just smiles widely and then nods in @@.purple;Astrid@@'s direction, who comes strutting over and leads you back to the operating table.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ doesn't give any hint as to her opinion, but you're sure she's celebrating inwardly as she nods sideways. @@.purple;Astrid@@ approaches upon seeing that sign. @@.purple;"May I assume that means she's taking the procedure?"@@ Wow, 'she'? Hearing that gives you a bit of a pleasant tingle in your body, you have to admit.<<endif>><<if $transformationProgress lt 10 or not settings.pussy>> Lying on the table, you're filled with excitement and nervousness. You're not even trying to convince yourself that this is in order to "keep up a disguise" or to "fit in" with your new body. There's at the very least a part of you that really looks forward to this, maybe without all the other consequences attached to the choker.<<endif>> You're quickly put under, not feeling anything during the procedure. When you slowly awaken, that "not feeling anything" is immediately obvious between your legs. No slight pull or rubbing against anything. Momentarily, you stand up, only to fall on your butt again, realising you should probably get your wits about you for at least a few seconds. @@.purple;Astrid@@ sympathises, and brings you a full-length mirror. When she's back, you actually manage to stay on your heels again. The sight absolutely stuns you. Your proud, massive tits immediately catch the eyes of anybody who would look at you. And who wouldn't want to? Those round jugs that defy gravity, those plump, dick-sucking lips with whorish, glossy lipstick on it, and your juicy ass, jiggling wildly whenever you strut on your insane heels. But the picture is now completed by what sits right next to your rear. Fat labia that are so perfectly smooth, covering you up down there, only parting slightly at the top to make way for an equally sizable clitoris, inviting a touch. Not in the mood to mess around while you have an audience, you go on to use two finger to spread your labia and get a look inside. Looks just like the ones you've seen in your time, and tight as well. Now at the latest, the tingle you felt in anticipation of the operation turned into a fire of excitement. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"What do we do if she gets pregnant?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"What about pregnancy?"@@<<endif>> Splash. That much for your excitement. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"I can get -regnant now?!"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"I can get pregnant now?!"@@<<endif>> @@.purple;"Hey, you asked for the 'complete' package, don't blame me, I work off the order written down for me."@@ You didn't exactly order it yourself, but you suppose you <em>could</em> have thought about this. @@.purple;"Don't worry, you've got a womb, but we've got no way to know whether it's functional, much less fertile, until it happens."@@ @@.pink;"It?"@@, you ask. @@.purple;"It"@@, Astrid reassures you, nodding. Great, not only pregnancy, but periods on top of it. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, I've got all of that organised, we'll deal with the eventuality tomorrow"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ explains.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I'm not a cruel mistress, as you're fully aware. We're going to meet up tomorrow once more, and I will cover the basics from periods to pregnancy scares. Just imagine the tippy tapping of tiny whore feet on your apartment floor!"@@, she teases. You really don't need that image in your head.<<endif>> Well, you're not going to let that bring you down. If anything, it does make the experience more complete and will be an interesting lesson, if a burdensome one. You're resolved to enjoy this feeling of being <em>whole</em> [[all the way home.|Week 2, Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - BIMBO]]

<<set $naked = 1>><<set $nameColour = 0>><<set $bimboStats = 2>><<set $bimboChoker = 0>><<if $addiction gte 5>>That relief quickly gives way to another feeling. Your stomach is starting to turn... Ugh, it's been a while since you last had a <em>proper</em> @@.azure;meal@@. Wait, what? <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"What's wrong, feeling a little@@ @@.azure;starved@@@@.red;?"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@ say, undoubtedly grinning maliciously. @@.red;"Well, should've shown more restraint during that first week. But I'm glad you didn't. Hey, you're getting better though, so there's that."@@ It's not really a skill you pride yourself in, and not one you wish to cultivate. @@.red;"What are you going to do, now that you're <em>free</em>?"@@, she asks you again. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this -ree"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this free"@@<<endif>>, you joke, while gesturing towards your arms. @@.red;"Right!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ laughs, @@.red;"We're all set to get started"@@, she says, while setting down a pretty large dildo on the table next to your bed. It's distinctly different to the other one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]]\ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"You didn't honestly forget the first week already, did you? My, the human mind is a powerful thing. Sadly, your stomach is not, not anymore. I know that it's a blessing in disguise though, I'm glad I put that choker on you first, it's a pleasure to be able to share that feeling."@@ You disagree thoroughly! But wait, you almost forgot. The thing about the wardrobe! <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> so-ething a-out -y clothes? Why would any-ody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it e-en -ean?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> something about my clothes? Why would anybody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it even mean?"@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Wow, two seconds without the choker and you're going all chatty on me already?"@@ Actually, you could stand to postpone this conversation and get to @@.azure;feeding@@ first. @@.orange;"Why, the corporation asked me to. What do you think? No worries though, I'm sure I'll be entertained myself. Speaking of entertainment..."@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ begins while setting something down on the table next to your bed. It's a pretty large dildo, but different to the one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]]<<endif>>\ \ <<else>>You're so glad you got the choker off again. You made it through two weeks of this crazy oddyssey, a feat you're quite proud of, in all honesty. But as you quietly celebrate, your focus is moving from your neck to your head. A gust of wind is stirring the @@.pink;fog@@ inside your skull. You still feel a bit like a @@.pink;dumb-dumb@@! But you didn't let yourself go, you're certain you didn't! Thinking about it for a bit, you conclude it must be residual effect from the choker, you only just got rid of it, it'll ebb away in a while, you're sure. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Thinking of me, I hope?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ takes you out of your reverie. You actually have to smile, that was kind of cute. At the same time, that signals you can move your face again. @@.red;"What are you going to do, now that you're <em>free</em>?"@@, she asks you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this -ree"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this free"@@<<endif>>, you joke, while gesturing towards your arms. @@.red;"Right!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ laughs, @@.red;"We're all set to get started"@@, she says, while setting down a pretty large dildo on the table next to your bed. It's distinctly different to the other one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]] \<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"You still with the living?"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ takes you out of your reverie. You forgot she was in the room for a minute. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> so-ething a-out -y clothes? Why would any-ody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it e-en -ean?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> something about my clothes? Why would anybody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it even mean?"@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Wow, two seconds without the choker and you're going all chatty on me already? Why, the corporation asked me to. What do you think? No worries though, I'm sure I'll be entertained myself. Speaking of entertainment..."@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ begins while setting something down on the table next to your bed. It's a pretty large dildo, but different to the one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]]<<endif>> \ \<<endif>>

She's never brought a vibrator here. And judging by the ropes, she probably didn't bring it along for herself. She must know that after the choker is off, she holds no power over you, and that you'll fuck off away from her as soon as you can. That must be why she tied you to the bed, to get one last laugh out of you. Hell, that's fine by your standards, seeing as that story means your choker is gone. Ugh, did you just call it "your" choker? That's how messed up this got. Well, you're in recovery now, from here on out, things will necessarily improve. Once she's done with you, you move away, start a new life. It'll be hard, but not impossible, you avoided getting hit by everything she's planned for you at least. You're startled by a thick rubber object probing at your sphincter. Without you noticing, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> had lubed up the vibrator and gotten around the bed to play with you from the end of it. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Feel good?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Feel good?"@@<<endif>>, she wants to know. If you're honest, it kind of does. The vibrator was weirdly shaped, just like the dildo she already used on you. Seems like the shape is designed to reach some specific spot, it would make sense. And it certainly works for you. You simply nod to her and bite your lip<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> -- OUCH! --<<endif>> in a lewd gesture, somewhat surprised that you instinctively chose to tell her you truly enjoy that she's teasing your rear right now. Recovery might take longer than you anticipated. Those idle thoughts are pushed out of your head when you hear a *click* that immediately puts you on edge. Suddenly, your anus starts to tickle, and shortly afterwards, vibrate strongly. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> just turned the vibrator on and now it's working your boypussy from inside! The feeling is absolutely incredible, like nothing you even felt when you've had a choker on you. Now you're starting to moan, audibly, much louder and more girly than you would've expected. But it's just too much for you, you can't control your voice anymore, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> is working your ass too expertly, yet furiously at the same time. You feel pressure building in your balls, and are certain that orgasm is coming soon, when you hear another *click*, [[yet the vibrator keeps buzzing away.|Week 2, Day 7 - Asiafying, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]]

<<set $nameColour = 3>><<set $asianStats = 1>><<set $asianChoker = 2>>@@.gold;"WHAT THE HELL?!"@@, is what you'd love to be screaming right now, but you're so into it, all that desire does is to intensify the volume of your lewd, feminine grunts of joy. One which you undoubtedly feel, but it's set against a backdrop of fear, now that your misery is renewed. This weird combination of panic and arousal is only fuelling your fires more, in a disturbing way. What's even more unsettling is that you can't even see what choker you received this time! You won't be able to figure out what's going to happen to you for now. As a silver lining, you're approaching one bomb of an orgasm, and you're coming ever closer... right there... as the vibrator suddenly exits you, your pleasure fading. Your mind can't even process what's happening right now, your facial expression one of utter confusion, with all these mood swings. You must be a truly dumb and pathetic sight right now. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> is just sitting on the end of the bed, enjoying herself way too much. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"What are you doing? Co-e on, I- -issed enough that you -ut another choker around -y neck after you- already ruined -y li-e! At least gi-e -e the satis-action o- a good orgas-."@@ Dear lord, your speech is absolutely mangled.<<else>>@@.gold;"What are you doing? Come on, I'm pissed enough that you put another choker around my neck after you've already ruined my life! At least give me the satisfaction of a good orgasm."@@<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"I don't think so"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ says to your surprise, @@.red;"I mean, unless you begged for it, maybe?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I don't know, maybe. Let's start hearing it."@@ You're still dumbfounded. @@.orange;"BEG FOR IT"@@, she spells out.<<endif>> You can't believe your ears. More games. What's the point? Your patience is running thin. @@.gold;"I don't know why you think I wou-- oooh, ooooooh"@@, you are interrupted mid-sentence by <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> pressing the vibrator in again, apparently realising that she's going too far. At least you naively thought so, until she withdraws the vibe once more shortly before you finish. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"What is wrong with you? Sto- it."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"What is wrong with you? Stop it."@@<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Are you begging me to stop?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Sounds like begging, doesn't it?"@@<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"O- course not!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Of course not!"@@<<endif>> And after two more minutes of chuckling, the toy enters your anus again, only to be pulled out moments later. In and out, in and out. With proceedingly shorter pauses, and decreasingly shorter insertion. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"S-sto- it, a-already. Just -inish it."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"S-stop it, a-already. Just f-finish it."@@<<endif>> You're barely managing to push the words past your lips. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> only looks at you expectantly, smirking. @@.gold;"I can't take it<<if $lipImplant is 0>> anymore<<endif>>"@@, you cry out, <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-lease!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"please!"@@<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"I-I -eg you."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"I-I beg you."@@<<endif>> And those are the magic words. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> grins widely and with one good shove, she pushes the vibrator into you <em>up to the hilt</em>. You immediately unleash an eardrum-piercing scream of pleasure as you have the strongest orgasm of your life, cum shooting all the way into your face. @@.gold;"That takes care of the makeup at least"@@, [[you think to yourself while you swim in the afterglow.|Week 2, Day 7 - Revelation, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]]

<<set $asianChoker = 1>><<set $obedience = 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress = 1>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> gives you some space to enjoy the moment, an offer you accept gratefully, while she moves away from the bed for a bit, to do who-knows-what. That doesn't just give you time to bathe in joy, but also to take stock of your situation. Still panting, you try to get a look at yourself, as much as possible in these restraints. You're not sure but... did you get a tan? It's a very subtle one, if at all existent. The restraints also seem to stretch you more. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> didn't tighten them though, definitely not. Does that mean you got even shorter? And you're resting noticeably higher and more cushioned than before. A tan... More shrinking... Butt enlargement... What kind of transformation could this be? Before you can ponder the question, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> [[comes back|Week 2, Day 7 - Bonnie's Aftermath, Tattoo Off - BIMBO]], mirror in tow, grabbing your attention.

Sadly, the mirror is standing upright, so you really can't see anything in it. And you can't move either, so for now, you're only able to see your hips, which isn't much help. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Well, I guess I don't have to explain how this works, do I?"@@ You just fix her with an annoyed glare, you can hardly bring yourself to be angry right now. @@.red;"Alright, alright. Listen up though, because that doesn't mean we have nothing to discuss. You have to make rent, don't you?"@@ For a few moments, you totally forgot about your job and your apartment. Chaos on every front. @@.red;"I got you a new job!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ announces excitedly. Your excitement is well-contained. You've trusted her one too many times. Or more like five. @@.red;"You could say 'thank you' at least. I talked to my boss and he agreed to let me forward some customers to you and for you to work independently."@@ Aaaaand, there it is. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"So let -e get this straight. You want -e to take your custo-ers, do your work, -or you to cut -e in? I don't think so."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"So let me get this straight. You want me to take your customers, do your work, for you to cut me in? I don't think so."@@<<endif>> @@.red;"What are you accusing me of? I am shocked!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ mocks you. @@.red;"Seriously, if I were you -- and thank god I'm not! -- I would take the first fucking deal at employment I can get, because nobody is going to hire me with papers that look nothing like mine."@@ It's hard to argue with that. @@.red;"And for the record, I'm not cutting you in. I said you'd work <em>in-de-pen-dent-ly</em>! And I mean it, I'm simply forwarding you customers because I called in a few favours. <em>Just</em> for you. But of course I didn't expect you to appreciate it."@@ She actually seems sincere. And she was often talking about how business got worse instead of better, so this might legitimately hurt her income. Wait, she could've just left you alone then! This isn't your fault, you don't want to sell your body to begin with! @@.red;"And besides, not whoring yourself would conflict with your newest piece of jewelry"@@, she smirks. This is enough now, you're about to forget your manners, and let fly all the pent-up frustration of the last two weeks, when @@.red;Bonnie@@ moves just in time to untie you, which calms you down a little again. @@.red;"I'll see you tomorrow"@@, she tells you as she steps out of your apartment. That bitch. She picked up a box before she left, and you can see your wardrobe standing wide open and empty. But before you get to sleep, or even see yourself in the mirror, there's one last suggestion presented to you. Hair dye. Since you're approaching @@.gold;your dream figure@@, you're supposed to look perfect, and exactly as you like it. You're presented with a pick out of four colours, or simply stick with your current hair. [[Platinum blonde|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair"]] [[Classic Brunette|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "classic, @@.pink;sexy@@ brown hair"]] [[Fiery red|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "fiery, @@.azure;vibrant@@ red hair"]] [[Deep Black|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair"]] But now you have a chance to [[look at yourself in the mirror|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO]], to finally find out @@.gold;what you are@@.\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I suppose an explanation on how the choker works would be redundant at this point. However, there are more matters to discuss. Mainly, your rent. How are you going to make money from now on?"@@ Gee, thanks for reminding me. And by the way, he fired me because of you. Of course you don't tell her that. @@.orange;"Well, let me answer this question for you, since you probably do not have a response. I found a job for you."@@ Oh this will be good. @@.orange;"You can have my job, more or less."@@ There it is! @@.orange;"Except you won't exactly have my clients, only in a way, but you'll work independently. Business improved greatly since I opted to spice up our sex life. My clients seem more than happy with the new 'me', so I know they can't wait for the new 'you'. Due to the recent spike in interest, I'll forward you the clients I don't have time to@@ @@.azure;suck dry@@@@.orange;, so instead you can!"@@ That's rich. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-asically, I would take your custo-ers and get a cut o- your -ay?"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Basically, I would take your customers and get a cut of your pay?"@@<<endif>> And sell sex for money, don't forget that part. @@.orange;"No, and I would appreciate if you listened to me, you@@ @@.gold;cheap whore@@@@.orange;. I told you you would work independently." "Even with your lack of gratitude, I highly anticipate your debut in the whoring business. You've been doing a terrific job as an enthusiast, and now you're making the jump to the professional stage, I couldn't be more proud!"@@ Before you can retaliate with a snide remark, you get a little pat on your ass, and @@.orange;Bridget@@ moves to untie you right afterwards. When you're finally freed, she says goodbye and tells you the two of you will get you all set up tomorrow. You see her pick up a box before leaving, and notice your wardrobe standing open and completely empty. Guess you'll sleep nude tonight. But before you get to sleep, or even see yourself in the mirror, there's one last suggestion presented to you. Hair dye. Since you're approaching @@.gold;your dream figure@@, you're supposed to look perfect, and exactly as you like it. You're presented with a pick out of four colours, or simply stick with your current hair. [[Platinum blonde|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair"]] [[Classic Brunette|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "classic, @@.pink;sexy@@ brown hair"]] [[Fiery red|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "fiery, @@.azure;vibrant@@ red hair"]] [[Deep Black|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair"]] At least now you have a chance to get a [[good look at yourself in the mirror|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO]], to finally find out @@.gold;what you are@@.<<endif>>

You're stunned when you step in front of the mirror. Your eyes drift immediately to your neck. <strong><center>@@.gold;ASIAN@@ @@.gold;WHORE@@</center></strong> \ It all makes sense. Shrinking, getting a tan. It wasn't just your imagination, that was exactly what was happening to you. You're shocked still, but as you move around, you can also see that, for just having sex once, your butt gained quite a bit of heft. So what was all that stuff about teasing you, not letting you orgasm? About making you beg? You're at a serious disadvantage this time, since <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> didn't explain how the choker works this time. Gotta figure it out yourself. Focusing on your mind and your thoughts, you don't find anything that's too out of place. But when thinking about yourself, you feel something. You feel... petite. It's not about your height, although that is also a situation you need to keep an eye on, but about your personality. You feel like you'd have a tough time saying "no" to somebody, and that you'd rather have somebody else hold the reins. In a word, you feel submissive, deferring and obedient. Could that be the key? Just in case, you should try to keep your chin up, let that confidence flow. But for now, you should take in the rest of your body. You are <<if $nameColour is 0>>@@.cyan;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;$firstname $lastname@@<<endif>>. \ \ You are $heightdesc[$height] tall, \ \ and have $hairlengthdesc[$transformationProgress] $haircolour. <<if $asianProgress is 1>>You've gotten a slight tan somewhere.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your skin has taken on a tan.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your skin is healthily tanned.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your skin is alluringly tan.<<elseif $asianProgress gte 5>>Your skin is @@.gold;exotically@@ tan, making your complexion look<<if $thaiName is 1>> South<<endif>> East Asian.<<endif>> <<if $gyaru is 1>>At least that was before your gyaru transformation. Now your skin is <em>thoroughly</em> tanned, and in a noticeably fake tone. It almost gleams, and there is no doubt about the conclusions people are drawing from it as soon as they lay eyes on you. @@.gold;Just the way you like it.@@<<endif>> You have $bodydesc[$transformationProgress], \ \ and <<print $chestdesc[Math.trunc($chest)]>><<if $chestImplant is 1>>, brought close to perfection by the special, @@.pink;splendid@@ silicone implants. They make your tits feel less squishy in some areas, defy gravity with their posture, and increase your sensitivity greatly, somehow<<endif>>. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>In addition, two metal studs adorn your nipples, further increasing your sensitivity, and ensuring to have heads turned your way. @@.pink;Good...@@<<endif>> \ \ <<print $assdesc[Math.trunc($ass)]>> <<if $assImplant is 1>>Your cheeks have been enhanced by the wondrous implants the corporation sponsored. Cellulite will never be an issue for you, and your buns are two geometrically perfect globes; so perfect that they just have to be fake.<<endif>> <<if $navelPiercing is 1>>Your belly button is adorned by a gorgeous purple gem in a silver setting, pierced and locked in place inside your "innie" navel.<<endif>> You have $handsdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $fingernails isnot "">> $fingernails<<endif>> and \ \ $feetdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $toenails isnot "">> $toenails<<endif>>. <<if $naked is 0>>You are currently wearing $shirt, with $bra underneath. Below you've donned $bottomwear and $underwear underneath. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$penisdesc[$transformationProgress]<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice, hidden behind your underwear<<endif>>. Your feet are adorned by $shoes. \ \ <<elseif $naked is 1>>You are currently completely naked. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$nakedpenisdesc[$transformationProgress].<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice.<<endif>><<endif>> Your $facedesc[$transformationProgress] has $makeupModifier $makeup on it.<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> Don't be deceived though; there are no cosmetics on your face. It's all due to the wonders of @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s "adaptive cosmetics" that your face looks like it does. You'll have beautiful-looking pseudo-makeup on you for the rest of your life. @@.pink;How useful!@@<<endif>><<if $plasticface is 1>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you decided to let @@.astrid;Astrid@@ modify your face even further into femininity. Not only do you look like a woman, you wear a perpetual look of seduction, with arched eyebrows, pouty lips, and a supermodel jawline. Fucking. Worth. It.\ <<elseif $plasticface is 2>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you @@.pink;begged@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ to intensely alter your face. You look like sex incarnate. Your eye lids seem to rest most comfortable when half-closed, your lips naturally pout without looking fake<<if $plasticlips is 1>>, though your later decision to pump them full of collagen remedied that problem<<endif>>, and the corners of your mouth inch up almost imperceptibly in a mysterious, inviting smile. You aren't just a woman. You are <em>the</em> woman.<<endif>> \ \ Your eyes are $eyes<<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1 or $glassesused5 is 1 or $glassesused6 is 1>>, though currently hidden behind trashy, huge sunglasses<<endif>> and your lips are <<print $lipsdesc[Math.trunc($lips)]>>. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You have @@.azure;juiced up@@ your lips permanently, begging the world to use them.<<endif>> <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>If you stick out your tongue, you can see a round, heavy, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ stud embedded in the middle of it.<<endif>> <<if $asianProgress is 1>>Your eyes seem to have slimmed down a little.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your eyes have definitely slanted a bit.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your eyes have slowly taken on an almond shape, looking like they'd fit on an Asian girl already.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your eyes are unmistakably Asian now, almond-shaped @@.gold;and alluring@@.<<elseif $asianProgress is 5>>Your eyes have completely taken on a form that would only be seen on an Asian @@.gold;street walker@@, almond-shaped, tempting, @@.gold;and hot as fuck@@.<<endif>> <<if $bimboChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;BIMBO@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $cumslutChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $asianChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as an @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@.<<endif>><<if $asianChoker is 2>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, but you haven't had a chance to read it yet.<<endif>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.fetish;FETISH SLUT@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fashionChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;FASHION QUEEN@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fucktoyChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;PLASTIC FUCKTOY@@.<<endif>> After an exhausting day comes a good sleep. [[You can really use some.|Week 3, Day 1 - The First Day - ASIAN WHORE]]

This went fast as hell. I basically wrote all of it today and yesterday and did my best of testing a little. I also fixed some issues on the Bimbo --> Cumslut path that nobody noticed and now nobody ever will! Fixed plenty of things in Week 1 as well and changed a bit of writing in one or two places concerning Lucas and you. Of course, I still expect there to be plenty of errors, this is me after all. A decision I do not regret is getting rid of the clothing right now. The old system makes up a huge segment of every day's beginning and is just impossible to find anything in. At the beginning of Week 3, you will get new clothing. I think I already know how to do it. The current plan is to have only THREE different outfits. But, every one of them would comes with a picture, and I'll see if I can't think of some gameplay involvement with at least one of them ;) As I mentioned a few forum posts ago, private life is vomit-inducing at the moment. I kinda didn't have much time to write, but did so anyway to clear my head. Whether that leads to a decline in quality, you'll have to be the judge of that, but I think things read quite the same as always (no wonder, with all that copy-pasting *cough*). Still, I most likely won't be able to spend this much time on the story in the near future. In one scenario, I might even have to put this project on ice for a year, but I don't want to paint that picture quite yet. In terms of feedback, I have no real preferences. Hit me with anything that caught your attention. Bugs, typos, hot stuff. Whatever you please. Just please no gameplay overhaul requests anymore, lol. On that topic, maybe we could restart the discussion on whether Geisha would be a more popular new choker than Asian Whore? Technically, it wouldn't be different, the only difference would be the name. The point that geishas weren't actually sex workers for the most part was already made and it would merely be for flavour. If you're okay with it, I might put up a poll for that (more pooooooooooolls!) on the weekend or so. Special mention this week goes to blitheringidiocy, who was really nice and reported tons of bugs, with extensive explanations. Role model bug reports, all of them! Thank you very much! I think that's it for this time. If there's any blaring, breaking bugs, I should have some time to fix them tomorrow evening (CET). Thank you for your patience, and I hope your genitals liked it.

<<set $naked = 1>><<set $nameColour = 0>><<set $bimboStats = 2>><<set $bimboChoker = 0>><<if $addiction gte 5>>That relief quickly gives way to another feeling. Your stomach is starting to turn... Ugh, it's been a while since you last had a <em>proper</em> @@.azure;meal@@. Wait, what? And that damn @@.pink;fog@@, you can hardly, like, think straight, geez! <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"What's wrong, feeling a little@@ @@.azure;starved@@@@.red;?"@@, you hear @@.red;Bonnie@@ say, undoubtedly grinning maliciously. @@.red;"Well, should've shown more restraint during that first week. And in the second... You must really want this, huh? So why are you still pretending not to like this?"@@ She struck a nerve there. 'Failing' the first week is understandable, but this time? Maybe you did want this... @@.red;"What are you going to do, now that you're <em>free</em>?"@@, she asks you again. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this -ree"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this free"@@<<endif>>, you joke, while gesturing towards your arms. @@.red;"Right!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ laughs, @@.red;"We're all set to get started"@@, she says, while setting down a pretty large dildo on the table next to your bed. It's distinctly different to the other one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo On - BIMBO]]\ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"You didn't honestly forget the first week already, did you? My, the human mind is a powerful thing. Sadly, your stomach is not, not anymore. I know that it's a blessing in disguise though, I'm glad I put that choker on you first, it's a pleasure to be able to share that feeling."@@ You disagree thoroughly! @@.orange;"Then again, it's not like it mattered, since you embraced your whorish nature for another week. Thank you so much for accepting the gift I gave you, I truly am so excited for you!"@@ Those words hit you hard. Is she right? You can't seriously tell yourself that you simply stumbled into this situation twice, that you were that unlucky. No, it feels like you wanted this, somewhere inside... But wait, you almost forgot. The thing about the wardrobe! <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> so-ething a-out -y clothes? Why would any-ody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it e-en -ean?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> something about my clothes? Why would anybody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it even mean?"@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Wow, two seconds without the choker and you're going all chatty on me already?"@@ Actually, you could stand to postpone this conversation and get to @@.azure;feeding@@ first. @@.orange;"Why, the corporation asked me to. What do you think? No worries though, I'm sure I'll be entertained myself. Speaking of entertainment..."@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ begins while setting something down on the table next to your bed. It's a pretty large dildo, but different to the one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo On - BIMBO]]<<endif>>\ \ <<else>>You're so glad you got the choker off again. Though once you come off the excitement, you notice that things aren't really that different, are they? You still feel... <<if $bimboTattooname is "@@.pink;Ditzy Dolly@@">>@@.pink;ditzy@@?<<elseif $bimboTattooname is "@@.pink;Boobacious Bimbo@@">>@@.pink;boobacious@@?<<elseif $bimboTattooname is "@@.pink;Tasty Titties@@">>@@.pink;tasty@@?<<endif>> For some reason that was the first word that popped into your @@.pink;tiny@@ head. You still feel like a total @@.pink;dumb-dumb@@! You stomp your feet in frustration, which is almost enough to make you giggle at how @@.pink;girly@@ you're being right now. @@.pink;Girly@@... Yeah, that's you. Just imagine all the boys turning to look your way! Blushing already, you squirm a little right where you're lying. Thinking about a big hunk, his thick arms closing around your hips and pulling you into-- <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Thinking of me, I hope?"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ takes you out of your reverie. You actually have to smile, that was kind of cute, yet embarrassing, if she had been hearing what you were thinking. @@.red;"What are you going to do, now that you're <em>free</em>?"@@, she asks you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this -ree"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Not sure I would call this free"@@<<endif>>, you joke, while gesturing towards your arms. @@.red;"Right!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ laughs, @@.red;"We're all set to get started"@@, she says, while setting down a pretty large dildo on the table next to your bed. It's distinctly different to the other one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo On - BIMBO]] \<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"You still with the living?"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ takes you out of your reverie. You forgot she was in the room for a minute. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> so-ething a-out -y clothes? Why would any-ody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it e-en -ean?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"You said you were <em>told</em> something about my clothes? Why would anybody tell you that, how would they know that? Wait, what does it even mean?"@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Wow, two seconds without the choker and you're going all chatty on me already? Why, the corporation asked me to. What do you think? No worries though, I'm sure I'll be entertained myself. Speaking of entertainment..."@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ begins while setting something down on the table next to your bed. It's a pretty large dildo, but different to the one she used to bring. The most remarkable difference? [[The on/off switch.|Week 2, Day 7 - Choker On, Tattoo On - BIMBO]]<<endif>> \ \<<endif>>

She's never brought a vibrator here. And judging by the ropes, she probably didn't bring it along for herself. She must know that after the choker is off, she holds no power over you, and that you'll fuck off away from her as soon as you can. That must be why she tied you to the bed, to get one last laugh out of you. Hell, that's fine by your standards, seeing as that story means your choker is gone. Ugh, did you just call it "your" choker? That's how messed up this got. Well, you're in recovery now, from here on out, things will hopefully improve. Once she's done with you, you move away, start a new life. You slipped badly this week, and you may not be able to reverse it, but maybe the physical changes won't be permanent, you hope. You're startled by a thick rubber object probing at your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter.<<elseif $penis is 0>>newly-formed pussy. Holy shit, this feels so good!<<endif>> Without you noticing, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> had lubed up the vibrator and gotten around the bed to play with you from the end of it. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Feel good?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Feel good?"@@<<endif>>, she wants to know. <<if $penis is 1>>If you're honest, it kind of does.<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.cyan;"Oh! Oooooooooh!"@@, is all you manage to get past your lips, but that seems answer enough.<<endif>> The vibrator was weirdly shaped, just like the dildo she already used on you. Seems like the shape is designed to reach some specific spot, it would make sense. And it certainly works for you. You <<if $penis is 1>>simply<<elseif $penis is 0>>then<<endif>> nod to her and bite your lip in a lewd gesture, somewhat surprised that you instinctively chose to tell her you truly enjoy that she's teasing your <<if $penis is 1>>rear<<elseif $penis is 0>>clit<<endif>> right now. Recovery might take longer than you anticipated. Those idle thoughts are pushed out of your head when you hear a *click* that immediately puts you on edge. Suddenly, your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<elseif $penis is 0>>love canal<<endif>> starts to tickle, and shortly afterwards, vibrate strongly. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> just turned the vibrator on and now it's working your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy from inside! The feeling is absolutely incredible, like nothing you even felt when you've had a choker on you<<if $penis is 0>>, much less with your old dick<<endif>>. Now you're starting to moan, audibly, much louder and more girly than you would've expected. But it's just too much for you, you can't control your voice anymore, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> is working <<if $penis is 1>>your ass<<elseif $penis is 0>>you<<endif>> too expertly, yet furiously at the same time. You feel pressure building <<if $penis is 1>>in your balls<<elseif $penis is 0>>down there, almost like when you still had balls<<endif>>, and are certain that orgasm is coming soon, when you hear another *click*, [[yet the vibrator keeps buzzing away.|Week 2, Day 7 - Asiafying, Tattoo On - BIMBO]]

<<set $nameColour = 3>><<set $asianStats = 1>><<set $asianChoker = 2>>@@.gold;"WHAT THE HELL?!"@@, is what you'd love to be screaming right now, but you're so into it, all that desire does is to intensify the volume of your lewd, feminine grunts of joy. One which you undoubtedly feel, but it's set against a backdrop of fear, now that your misery is renewed. This weird combination of panic and arousal is only fuelling your fires more, in a disturbing way. What's even more unsettling is that you can't even see what choker you received this time! You won't be able to figure out what's going to happen to you for now. As a silver lining, you're approaching one bomb of an orgasm, and you're coming ever closer... right there... as the vibrator suddenly exits you, your pleasure fading. Your mind can't even process what's happening right now, your facial expression one of utter confusion, with all these mood swings. You must be a truly dumb and pathetic sight right now. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> is just sitting on the end of the bed, enjoying herself way too much. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"What are you doing? Co-e on, I- -issed enough that you -ut another choker around -y neck after you- already ruined -y li-e! At least gi-e -e the satis-action o- a good orgas-."@@ Dear lord, your speech is absolutely mangled.<<else>>@@.gold;"What are you doing? Come on, I'm pissed enough that you put another choker around my neck after you've already ruined my life! At least give me the satisfaction of a good orgasm."@@<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"I don't think so"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ says to your surprise, @@.red;"I mean, unless you begged for it, maybe?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I don't know, maybe. Let's start hearing it."@@ You're still dumbfounded. @@.orange;"BEG FOR IT"@@, she spells out.<<endif>> You can't believe your ears. More games. What's the point? Your patience is running thin. @@.gold;"I don't know why you think I wou-- oooh, ooooooh"@@, you are interrupted mid-sentence by <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> pressing the vibrator in again, apparently realising that she's going too far. At least you naively thought so, until she withdraws the vibe once more shortly before you finish. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"What is wrong with you? Sto- it."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"What is wrong with you? Stop it."@@<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Are you begging me to stop?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Sounds like begging, doesn't it?"@@<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"O- course not!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Of course not!"@@<<endif>> And only moments later, the toy enters your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<elseif $penis is 0>>pussy<<endif>> again, only to be pulled out moments later. In and out, in and out. With proceedingly shorter pauses, and decreasingly shorter insertion. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"S-sto- it, a-already. Just -inish it."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"S-stop it, a-already. Just f-finish it."@@<<endif>> You're barely managing to push the words past your lips. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> only looks at you expectantly, smirking. @@.gold;"I can't take it<<if $lipImplant is 0>> anymore<<endif>>"@@, you cry out, <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-lease!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"please!"@@<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"I-I -eg you."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"I-I beg you."@@<<endif>> And those are the magic words. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> grins widely and with one good shove, she pushes the vibrator into you <em>up to the hilt</em>. You immediately unleash an eardrum-piercing scream of pleasure as you have the strongest orgasm of your life, cum shooting <<if $penis is 1>>all the way into your face<<elseif $penis is 0>>out of you with pressure, dripping down the vibrator<<endif>>. <<if $penis is 1>>@@.gold;"I need to get one of those"@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.gold;"Looks like they made me a squirter"@@<<endif>>, [[you think to yourself while you swim in the afterglow.|Week 2, Day 7 - Revelation, Tattoo On - BIMBO]]

<<set $asianChoker = 1>><<set $obedience = 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress = 1>><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> gives you some space to enjoy the moment, an offer you accept gratefully, while she moves away from the bed for a bit, to do who-knows-what. That doesn't just give you time to bathe in joy, but also to take stock of your situation. Still panting, you try to get a look at yourself, as much as possible in these restraints. You're not sure but... did you get a tan? It's a very subtle one, if at all existent. The restraints also seem to stretch you more. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> didn't tighten them though, definitely not. Does that mean you got even shorter? And you're resting noticeably higher and more cushioned than before. A tan... More shrinking... Butt enlargement... What kind of transformation could this be? Before you can ponder the question, <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> [[comes back|Week 2, Day 7 - Bonnie's Aftermath, Tattoo On - BIMBO]], mirror in tow, grabbing your attention.

Sadly, the mirror is standing upright, so you really can't see anything in it. And you can't move either, so for now, you're only able to see your hips, which isn't much help. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Well, I guess I don't have to explain how this works, do I?"@@ You just fix her with an annoyed glare, you can hardly bring yourself to be angry right now. @@.red;"Alright, alright. Listen up though, because that doesn't mean we have nothing to discuss. You have to make rent, don't you?"@@ For a few moments, you totally forgot about your job and your apartment. Chaos on every front. @@.red;"I got you a new job!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ announces excitedly. Your excitement is well-contained. You've trusted her one too many times. Or more like five. @@.red;"You could say 'thank you' at least. I talked to my boss and he agreed to let me forward some customers to you and for you to work independently."@@ Aaaaand, there it is. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"So let -e get this straight. You want -e to take your custo-ers, do your work, -or you to cut -e in? I don't think so."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"So let me get this straight. You want me to take your customers, do your work, for you to cut me in? I don't think so."@@<<endif>> @@.red;"What are you accusing me of? I am shocked!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ mocks you. @@.red;"Seriously, if I were you -- and thank god I'm not! -- I would take the first fucking deal at employment I can get, because nobody is going to hire me with papers that look nothing like mine."@@ It's hard to argue with that. @@.red;"And for the record, I'm not cutting you in. I said you'd work <em>in-de-pen-dent-ly</em>! And I mean it, I'm simply forwarding you customers because I called in a few favours. <em>Just</em> for you. But of course I didn't expect you to appreciate it."@@ She actually seems sincere. And she was often talking about how business got worse instead of better, so this might legitimately hurt her income. Wait, she could've just left you alone then! This isn't your fault, you don't want to sell your body to begin with! @@.red;"And besides, not whoring yourself would conflict with your newest piece of jewelry"@@, she smirks. This is enough now, you're about to forget your manners, and let fly all the pent-up frustration of the last two weeks, when @@.red;Bonnie@@ moves just in time to untie you, which calms you down a little again. @@.red;"I'll see you tomorrow"@@, she tells you as she steps out of your apartment. That bitch. She picked up a box before she left, and you can see your wardrobe standing wide open and empty. But before you get to sleep, or even see yourself in the mirror, there's one last suggestion presented to you. Hair dye. Since you're approaching @@.gold;your dream figure@@, you're supposed to look perfect, and exactly as you like it. You're presented with a pick out of four colours, or simply stick with your current hair. [[Platinum blonde|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair"]] [[Classic Brunette|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "classic, @@.pink;sexy@@ brown hair"]] [[Fiery red|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "fiery, @@.azure;vibrant@@ red hair"]] [[Deep Black|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair"]] But now you have a chance to [[look at yourself in the mirror|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO]], to finally find out @@.gold;what you are@@.\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I suppose an explanation on how the choker works would be redundant at this point. However, there are more matters to discuss. Mainly, your rent. How are you going to make money from now on?"@@ Gee, thanks for reminding me. And by the way, he fired me because of you. Of course you don't tell her that. @@.orange;"Well, let me answer this question for you, since you probably do not have a response. I found a job for you."@@ Oh this will be good. @@.orange;"You can have my job, more or less."@@ There it is! @@.orange;"Except you won't exactly have my clients, only in a way, but you'll work independently. Business improved greatly since I opted to spice up our sex life. My clients seem more than happy with the new 'me', so I know they can't wait for the new 'you'. Due to the recent spike in interest, I'll forward you the clients I don't have time to@@ @@.azure;suck dry@@@@.orange;, so instead you can!"@@ That's rich. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-asically, I would take your custo-ers and get a cut o- your -ay?"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Basically, I would take your customers and get a cut of your pay?"@@<<endif>> And sell sex for money, don't forget that part. @@.orange;"No, and I would appreciate if you listened to me, you@@ @@.gold;cheap whore@@@@.orange;. I told you you would work independently." "Even with your lack of gratitude, I highly anticipate your debut in the whoring business. You've been doing a terrific job as an enthusiast, and now you're making the jump to the professional stage, I couldn't be more proud!"@@ Before you can retaliate with a snide remark, you get a little pat on your ass, and @@.orange;Bridget@@ moves to untie you right afterwards. When you're finally freed, she says goodbye and tells you the two of you will get you all set up tomorrow. You see her pick up a box before leaving, and notice your wardrobe standing open and completely empty. Guess you'll sleep nude tonight. But before you get to sleep, or even see yourself in the mirror, there's one last suggestion presented to you. Hair dye. Since you're approaching @@.gold;your dream figure@@, you're supposed to look perfect, and exactly as you like it. You're presented with a pick out of four colours, or simply stick with your current hair. [[Platinum blonde|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "shiny, @@.pink;lovely@@ platinum blonde hair"]] [[Classic Brunette|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "classic, @@.pink;sexy@@ brown hair"]] [[Fiery red|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "fiery, @@.azure;vibrant@@ red hair"]] [[Deep Black|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO][$haircolour = "@@.azure;shiny@@ raven black hair"]] At least now you have a chance to get a [[good look at yourself in the mirror|Week 2, Day 7 - Your Appearance - BIMBO]], to finally find out @@.gold;what you are@@.<<endif>>

After all that's happened to you today,<<if $visitedParlour2 is 0>> or rather, that you have avoided happening to you,<<endif>> you're glad just walking the streets and having a few minutes just to clear your head. You may live in a densely populated city, but the flickering ads, the wind breaking over a passing car, all that has its own appeal. With it come certain risks, though. Just like yesterday, you feel watched. It's probably best to head back home, which is exactly what you do, but that shadow is still following you everywhere, its heavy, resounding steps contrasting against your graceful, @@.pink;suggestively@@ clacking strut. You've gotten used to wearing heels so quickly... But that thought doesn't last long, a heavy arm wrapping around your waist once more, again pulling you into an alleyway. After your initial surprise, you turn to face the aggressor and gaze into familiar eyes. @@.blue;"Fancy running into you here."@@ It's the same guy as yesterday! @@.blue;"Didn't think you'd miss me so much that you'd come back here just 24 hours later."@@ He takes another step closer to you, you can almost feel your chest resting against his. <<if $mentalStrain lt 4>>His steps... and your heels. Couldn't you... but would you? <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain lt 4>>[[You're scared. Try to dig your heels into his feet, to give you a window to escape.|Week 2, Day 6 - Aggression Reciprocated - BIMBO]] <<endif>><<if $mentalStrain lt 5>>[[A blowjob. A blowjob should get you out of here relatively safely.|Week 2, Day 6 - Oral Aggression - BIMBO]] <<endif>>[[You just give in, pulling down your underwear and presenting your ass.|Week 2, Day 6 - Anal Aggression - BIMBO]]

<<if $brainDrain lt 4 and $tookClothes is 1>>You stomp your <<if $brainDrain is 2>>3 inch<<elseif $brainDrain is 3>>4 inch<<endif>> heels on the floor with all your might, trying to shatter your assailant's foot. He does indeed groan loudly, but his grip around your waist only tightens in reaction, and mere seconds later you see he's recovered already. Oh <em>shit</em>... A loud SMACK! flies across your face. @@.blue;"<strong>You little</strong>@@ @@.pink;<strong>BIMBO WHORE</strong>@@@@.blue;<strong>, you're going to get it now!</strong>"@@ You tumble towards the ground and are fairly certain you will, your sphincter is reacting very differently to getting hit by a large man than your brain or your pumping heart are. The choice won't be yours anyway, you can barely see the rapist approaching you in your daze, but you definitely feel his tight grip as he pulls up your legs and wraps them around his hips. @@.pink;Hmmmm, that feels good.@@ But what comes next shouldn't. The assailant is clearly out to hurt you, more than he's looking for his own pleasure by now. Another sharp smack lands right on your butt cheek, and another and another. Why is your hole dripping with sweat? You feel your underwear being torn down, and a hard rod rubbing against your asscheeks. It already feels quite erect, although you can't see it. Then, he enters, quickly, near-dry, and to the hilt. Normally, you would scream in pain, but normally, your skull isn't clouded by pink fog. @@.pink;But of course it is!@@ So instead, you just emit a deep moan when the man's balls slap against you lewdly. He seems surprised that you take it so well, but your sphincter prepared you decently for this and the fog in your head does the rest. You quite thoroughly enjoy yourself, loud and clear for everybody, and with every bit of brain being fucked out of your head, you wonder why you've been trying to hurt this @@.pink;nice@@ man. After he finished his orgasm, he wasn't actually finished, as you would have to find out soon. No, you already realised that he was out to hurt you now, so after he's done with you, he keeps your legs around his hips for a bit longer and fixes his pants. You're well out of the game, as usual, you're just handling the bare minimum of perception, still grunting and moaning in the aftermath of the @@.pink;super fantastic@@ fucking you just received. But what he does next tears open your eyelids that your eyes feel like they're almost popping out of their socket. Grabbing your legs, he holds them up with one hand, and the other one goes straight in your rear... balled into a fist. Yes, this stranger is fistfucking you right now, and you sound like it's the greatest thing that ever happened to you. He keeps it up for minutes too, wrestling his hand up and down your @@.pink;love tunnel@@ without letting off. You're in a compromising position too, your legs pointing straight up, you have no mobility to speak of, even if your head wasn't swimming in fog. And the stranger is aiming to finish you off now. You can feel that one of his fingers is trying to extend from his fist, slowly working its way up your canal, all while still fucking you with it. When it reaches full extension, he feels around with it a bit and eventually finds your prostate. The moment he does, you <em>scream</em>... in pleasure. You can't fully comprehend what's going on in you present situation but he keeps pressing and massaging until you're delirious. Well, delirious, and spent, because shortly after his ministrations began, you unload an unholy amount of semen. Some of it landing on your @@.pink;titties@@ and your neck, but most of it finding its way on your face, barely enough motoric functions available to squint your eyes before the incoming projectile fluids. @@.blue;"You haven't been the most courteous, but I'm a gentleman. I never let a lady leave unsatisfied with my services."@@ He pats you on the ass, then gives it a little kiss. @@.blue;"You've been a decent ride, you'll make it far, sweetie. Take care, my little@@ @@.pink;slut@@@@.blue;."@@ With that @@.pink;sweet@@ goodbye, he lets down your legs and leaves you there to come off your @@.pink;ecstasy@@. It does take you a while, that last compliment reinforcing your pride in @@.pink;what you are@@. But eventually you do manage to recuperate, although not entirely, as evident by your forgetting to wipe the cum off your face. Fortunately, nobody seems to mind, in fact, everybody appears rather cheerful at your sight, so [[you just go home|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]] and fall asleep right away.\ \ <<else>>You carry out your plan and dig your <<if $brainDrain is 4>>5 inch heels<<elseif $brainDrain gte 5>>7 inch heels<<elseif $boughtClothes is 0 and $tookClothes is 0>>7 inch heels<<endif>> as far into this shithead's foot as you can. The sound that echoes up at you is unspeakable, and you prefer not to interpret it in detail. Sufficient to say, the sound exiting your assailant's mouth is undoubtedly one of agony, which is exactly the cue you've been waiting for. You duck out of his grip and run, until you ran so far away he can't possibly have stayed on your tail. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you continue with your brisk walk home, [[entering your apartment in peace|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]], dropping dead tired in your bed immediately.<<endif>>\ \ <<if $boughtClothes is 1 or $tookClothes is 1>><<if $brainDrain lte 3>><<set $brainDrain += 2>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<set $bimboAllin6 = 1>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<set $chest += 3>><<set $lips += 1>><<endif>><<endif>>

<<set $bimboOral6 = 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1>><<if $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<endif>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>>You sink to your knees apprehensively and start unzipping this guy's pants. There's no way for you to flee, so all you can do at this point is damage control. Blow him, and you won't have to go further. Right? As you're down there, you can feel the tingle in your lips. Maybe it's because you're focussing on it now, but your mouth feels unbearably hot. @@.pink;Well, you know how to put out that fire.@@ @@.blue;"Come on sweetie, no need to be shy. I can see the sparkle in your eyes, be honest."@@ He's right. You haven't even started yet and you know he's right. Barely struggling with the belt, already an expert at freeing a path <em>there</em>, you quickly find yourself with his cock in your mouth, the @@.pink;fog@@ already cheering you on, but it's unnecessary. The ticklish feeling soon gives way to pure pleasure as your head bobs back and forth on the @@.pink;nice@@ rapist's dick. It ends just as you'd expect, with your stomach full and your lips satisifed. Or so you thought, for the first half minute. While you're kneeling on the ground, heaving and enjoying yourself, the tingling returns. Only this time it's not your mouth. The @@.pink;fog@@ was useless at first, but now it makes sure there's not the slightest inkling at resistance. Even though the rapist is in the process of wrapping up, you stand up, push his hands away from his pants, turn around, and insert him into yourself. Yeah. <em>Yeeeaaah</em>... That's what you needed, this feels right. The stranger resisted at first, but you don't care. He had his turn, now it's yours. It's only fair. Out of all the dicks you rode so far, his feels quite veiny. You can feel quite a few, and they're thick as well. @@.pink;Hmmm, ribbed for your pleasure!@@ That's right, it feels damn good, sliding in and out, always sure to serve you as much as him. Eventually, after about two positively loud orgasms of your own, he fills you up back there as well, and quite thoroughly at that, considering he barely had a minute's rest. @@.pink;He likes you, sweetie!@@ You certainly feel well-liked, and satisfied on top of that. This time, the tingling, the <em>need</em> stays gone. Now you allow yourself to break down in the alley and just take a rest. The rapist feels ready to leave too, zipping up his pants and muttering something under his breath. You couldn't care less, you've gotten what you needed, and then some. Once you've come down somewhat, you dizzily [[make your way home.|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]]\ \ <<else>>You sink to your knees apprehensively and start unzipping this guy's pants. There's no way for you to flee, so all you can do at this point is damage control. Blow him, and you won't have to go further. Alright, <<if $addiction lt 4>>this will be hell on your head, you just know it. But it's better than the alternative.<<set $mentalStrain += 3>><<else>>you've had a fair amount of... training in the first week, you think you can avoid some of the headache by applying yourself.<<set $mentalStrain += 2>><<endif>> @@.blue;"Come on sweetie, no need to be shy. I can see the sparkle in your eyes, be honest."@@ Ugh, fuck you too. Anyway, might as well get on with it. You hesitantly lick up his already erect length and start stroking it slowly with your hand. Already, the fog is building up in your head, you can feel your limbs tingling, as if going numb, indicating that you're already relaxing and giving up control over your body, more than you'd normally feel comfortable with. Maybe this shithead was right, maybe there is something in your eyes, betraying your true intentions, whatever those might be. Fog thickening, your enthusiasm grows and you've finally arrived at @@.pink;your goal@@-- at enveloping his rod with your mouth completely, accompanied by a @@.pink;cute@@ squeal of yours. He's not very big, but still enough to reach into your throat when you're all the way down. Gagging is not even a problem, it seems, you don't understand why so many girls are complaining. @@.pink;You must have found your true calling *giggle*@@ So you go on, constantly bobbing up and down on his dick, making lewd slurping sounds<<if $chest gte 4>>, your @@.pink;lovely tits@@ jiggling, making you feel so @@.pink;slutty@@<<endif>>. You start deriving real pleasure from the act, and get more experimenting with your tongue, and trying to suck him in really deep. But before your pleasure can build up too far, the fun comes to an end, as a huge load is dumped in your throat, the stranger exiting your mouth with an enormous popping sound, some of the last strings landing right on your face. While you're breathing heavily for a few minutes, it's more due to physical exertion, rather than orgasmic pleasure, you think. In fact, you feel incredibly strained now, your body and the fog were clearly begging and expecting an orgasm, but have been misled. They're now making you feel their discontent in no uncertain terms, like a fire in your head. @@.blue;"Not bad, and I like that look on you. I hope I'll see you around."@@ You don't. @@.pink;Oh, come on, you loved it a second ago!@@ He leaves you alone in the alley, which you're quite grateful for. Getting up, you head back home. After finally arriving at your apartment, you clean off a little, drop into bed and just [[want to get some rest.|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $bimboSex6 = 1>><<if $brainDrain lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 0.5>><<endif>><<set $brainDrain += 1>><<set $mentalStrain = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies2 += 1>><<endif>>\ \ You move to free access to your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<else>>crotch<<endif>> by yourself, and the man seems to appreciate it, giving you time and space to get prepared. This would have been the perfect moment for your escape, but your mind doesn't even go there. You're so fucking @@.pink;horny@@ right now, you're actually looking forward to it. So you kneel down, fishing the guy's cock out of his pants and get to sucking. First you intended to just get him nice and ready, but you get a little carried away and spend a good ten minutes on your knees, before he reminds you that there's more fun to be had. At this point, it's already quite hard for you to follow, but when he pulls you up, turns you around, and positions your arms against a wall, slightly bent back, you understand immediately and spread your legs wide. @@.pink;You're such a smart girl.@@ The stranger takes you up on the invitation readily and enters you with a @@.pink;cute@@ slurping sound, like your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<else>>pussy<<endif>> was just waiting to suck in some cock. The thought makes you @@.pink;giggle@@ as you bite your lip in pleasure simultaneously<<if $lipImplant is 1>>, not even caring about the pain<<endif>>. You really @@.pink;need@@ this right now. And your assailant is too happy to give you what you need. You're moaning loudly, relief washing over you with every thrust. It feels like he's trying to put out a fire deep inside you, and steadily continues on his path, reaching right into the @@.pink;core of your being@@. Even more so when he finally ejaculates, his pelvis compressing your asscheeks, unloading as far into you as possible and it truly does feel as if a fire had been extinguished within you. A hunger sated. Your knees wobble and finally give out as you drop to the floor, sitting up against the wall you used for support, enjoying every second of the aftermath in your by now familiar manner. The stranger seems nearly as exhilarated as you, sporting a large grin -- although a distinctly different smile from yours, @@.pink;you ditzy whore@@ -- as he buckles his belt. @@.blue;"Holy hell, girl. You're quite something."@@ Your stomach is warm with pride. Or maybe it's the cum in your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>>womb<<endif>> @@.pink;*teehee*@@. @@.blue;"I had a good time and you look like you did as well. I'm glad to see that, I hate to leave a lady unsatisfied. Here, you earned it, I hope I'll see you around."@@ As he says that, he drops you some bills and leaves you and your orgasm alone in the alley. After your senses return to your body, you pick up the bills and count them, noticeably slower than you normally would. @@.pink;Gawd@@, math is hard. WAIT, HE LEFT YOU A THOUSAND DOLLARS?! As you get up and on your way home, you count the money again, and realise it was just a hundred.<<set $cash += 100>> Math <em>is</em> hard. <<if $bimboCash5 is 1>>Funny, just yesterday you threw money in his face to get away, today he paid you back.<<else>>Still, at least you didn't come away from this with nothing to show for it.<<endif>> You're still unhappy about having lost control tonight, but not for long, exhaustion taking you as soon as you get home and [[fall asleep right away.|Week 2, Day 6 - Sixth Day Over - BIMBO]]

@@.red;"Hello dear, gotten cozy I see"@@, she greets you, smirking as always. Your nudity wasn't exactly self-imposed, you remind her. @@.red;"The look suits you though!<<if $transformationProgress gte 7>> You seem to think so yourself, going by your past performances.<<endif>>" "But anyway, I promised you some help in getting set up with your new, very promising, career.<<if $penis is 0>> After that, we'll take care of any new needs you might be feeling since you've joined 'our side'.<<endif>> I will keep things as simple as I can." "I already explained yesterday that I would refer clients to you. Don't worry about not getting any work, I should have at least one client available per day. If you excel anywhere particularly, if I know a client with specific preferences that you meet, I'll offer you a choice between that special offer and the regular customer. If you don't meet anybody's specific preferences, you will get a client that doesn't really stand out, just to be able to pay your rent." "Many of our customers' preferences depend on breasts, ass and lips, but every now and then, we get unusual requests for activities instead of body types. Going into details here would ruin the surprise. But that means you can make good money even without being a@@ @@.pink;huge-titted bimbo@@ @@.red;with@@ @@.azure;blown up fuckpillows@@ @@.red;and a@@ @@.gold;gigantic booty@@@@.red;. You better be prepared for some seriously devious shit though, that much I will say." "Lastly, special customers pay special prices. You need to know yourself whether the risk is worth the money. One thing is for sure though, this week, you will get plenty of activity."@@ Her grin is as wide as you can imagine it getting. <<if $earlyStart is 1>>@@.red;"You've already made good use of your website weeks back. I like your enthusiasm. With your bonus recognition, we might be able to charge a little extra.@@ <<endif>>@@.red;That was quite a handful though. Went into a little more detail than I wanted to, maybe. But don't worry, your line of work isn't too time-intensive. <<if $penis is 0>>Which leads us to something that actually can be somewhat time-consuming. Being a woman. [[Let's talk that over.|Week 3, Day 1 - Pussy Preparation - Bonnie]]"@@<<else>>Which leads us to something that actually can be somewhat time-consuming. Fashion. [[Let's discuss your new wardrobe.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bonnie]]."<<endif>>

@@.bunny;"Hey@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you look super hot! *teehee*"@@ Your nudity wasn't exactly self-imposed, you remind her. @@.bunny;"Still, it looks hot!<<if $transformationProgress gte 7>> And you looked like you had fun naked the last two weeks!<<endif>>" "But anyway, I told ya I'd help you, what with that shiny new career.<<if $penis is 0>> And afterwards we're doing pussy training *giggle*<<endif>> I'll make it real simple so you don't get confused and all." Gee, you were worried. "So as I said, you're gonna get some of the clients I, like, don't have enough holes for. I'm gonna make sure you always got one client at least. If you got something that the guys like, like big hooters or a cute butt, I'm gonna tell 'em that and ask you if you wanna have fun with them. If nobody of the special guys likes you, you're just gonna get a boring one from me." "Sometimes they don't care that much about how pretty you are, and are more about, like, what you wanna do. I'm not gonna tell you what, because that takes the fun out of it, but if you go for the <em>real</em> sexy stuff, you're gonna get more special boys. Be careful though, they can be real hungry *teehee*" "The cool thing is that the boss usually tells special guys to pay special money. So it's kinda difficult to choose sometimes, I guess. Why do they pay you more for the cooler stuff? Anyway, you can count on having lots of sexy sex this week!!"@@ She's giving you a bubbly bounce in excitement. <<if $earlyStart is 1>>@@.bunny;"And I'm sooooo happy you took care of your website back in the first week. I check it every day for an update! I'll bet the customers also like you more if they know about the website already.@@ <<endif>>@@.bunny;Another cool thing is that work isn't all that hard. I wouldn't even call it work! <<if $penis is 0>>Having a pussy can be super difficult though. [[So let's chat about that.|Week 3, Day 1 - Pussy Preparation - Bunny]]"@@<<else>>But choosing what to wear always takes soooo much time. Fashion's real tough. [[So imma show you your new wardrobe next.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bunny]]."<<endif>>

@@.orange;"I see you've acquainted yourself with your birthday suit"@@, she greets you, smirking as always. Your nudity wasn't exactly self-imposed, you remind her. @@.orange;"The look suits you though!<<if $transformationProgress gte 7>> You seem to think so yourself, going by your past performances.<<endif>>" "Regardless, we'll have to talk through your new@@ @@.gold;identity@@@@.orange;. Sorry, your new job, I mean.<<if $penis is 0>> Afterwards, we'll discuss issues pertaining to your new 'equipment'.<<endif>> I'll try to keep things simple." "As I explained, clients would be referred to you when I have an overabundance of them, which is always. Don't worry about not getting any work, I should have at least one client available per day. In case there's any special requests, I'll consider your assets. You meet them and you might be referred to one of those special customers. If you don't meet anybody's specific preferences, you will get a regular client, wouldn't want you to starve." "'Assets' are mostly considered to be lips, tits and butt. Sometimes they care about all three, sometimes about just one, and sometimes about something completely different. Going into details here would ruin the surprise. But that means there's profit even without being a@@ @@.pink;huge-titted bimbo@@ @@.orange;with@@ @@.azure;blown up fuckpillows@@ @@.orange;and a@@ @@.gold;massive rear@@@@.orange;. Special requests do not always demand body type though. Often they require the right... state of mind to perform, if you catch my drift. Best be prepared, you don't want to take those lightly." "Lastly, special customers pay special prices. Whether the risk is worth the reward is your call to make. One thing is for sure though, this week, you will get plenty of activity."@@ Her grin is as wide as you can imagine it getting. <<if $earlyStart is 1>>@@.orange;"I saw you made the most out of the website I set up with you. Very interesting. I'm delighted to see you've taken to the new@@ @@.gold;you@@ @@.orange;with enthusiasm. With your bonus recognition, we might be able to charge a little more.@@ <<endif>>@@.orange;I've talked for quite a while now. But don't worry, your line of work isn't too time-intensive. Won't need your brain much either<<if $brainDrain gte 5>>, which is definitely good for you<<endif>>. <<if $penis is 0>>Which leads us to something that actually can be somewhat time-consuming. Being a woman. [[Let's talk that over.|Week 3, Day 1 - Pussy Preparation - Bridget]]"@@<<else>>Which leads us to something that actually can be somewhat time-consuming. Fashion. [[Let's discuss your new wardrobe.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bridget]]."@@<<endif>>

<<if $penis2 is 0>>\ \ @@.red;Bonnie@@ moves on immediately. @@.red;"Now, you shouldn't be too scared or anxious. Your choice will prove to be a blessing, you'll see. In the top 3 list of annoyances though, periods are definitely a contender. We don't know yet whether you'll have any, but it's best to be prepared, so you'll find a full box of tampons in your bathroom, they will last you quite a while."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. That sure took the romance out of your @@.gold;awakening@@. You can't believe you're saying this, but you'd much prefer @@.gold;getting railed@@ right now, compared to this nasty business. And you're not sure that's the choker speaking. @@.red;"The next order of business will leave you with two options. Pregnancy and contraception. Now, I can tell you, your clients will <em>not</em> wear a rubber. Not even you did, back then... Then again, we don't even know if your equipment is functioning in that regard. If I were you though, I wouldn't want to risk it, that's for sure. Your tampons are already paid for, but this shit does not come cheap."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.red;"$$100 a week if you decide to take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! E-en I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>> @@.red;"Delivery fees." Bonnie@@ grins. @@.red;"Don't kid yourself, you'd have no clue what to buy, would you?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. @@.red;"And you're getting this nice introduction from me! Seriously, your choice is my pills or no pills. You may get a month's worth for half my price maybe, but what if you pick the wrong kind? $$50 for nothing, may as well not take any to begin with. So what'll it be, sweet cheeks?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... [[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bonnie.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bonnie][$contraception3 = 1, $cash -= 100]] [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bonnie]]\ \ <<else>>\ \ @@.red;"You already know all about your new equipment. I figure you should be pretty much out of anti-baby pills."@@ She's not wrong about that, sadly. @@.red;"Want to take your chances or do you cough up the money, honey?"@@ Very funny. <<if $cash gte 100>>[[Pay the $$100 for some safety of mind and womb.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bonnie][$contraception3 = 1, $cash -= 100]]<<else>><s>Pay the $$100 for safety of mind and womb.</s> Shit, I'm kind of strapped for cash. Better keep my legs closed tight this week...<<endif>> [[No, you won't buy any contraceptives.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bonnie]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $contraception3 is 1>>@@.red;"Very well, here they are"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ hands you the pills. @@.red;"Pleasure doing business with you."@@ She gives you another sly smirk. Afterwards, she's all professional again, teaching you how to take them, what to do if you forget one, and what kinds of side effects you should expect. Most of them should be positive, if your system works as a woman's should, which is pleasant to hear at least.<<elseif $contraception3 is 0 and $penis is 0>>@@.red;"Very well, nobody's holding a gun to your head"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ concedes. @@.red;"Telling you right now though, a year from now, you'll have to look for a babysitter other than me, I'm not putting up with that."@@ She shoots you a sly grin, enjoying another one of her moments. You're aware of the risk, but you're willing to take it. What's the chance of them actually implanting a functioning, completely different reproductive system into you? R-right? <<endif>>@@.red;"Let's go on then."@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ opens up one of the infamous cardboard boxes that she brought along. Once this ordeal is over, you'll probably be permanently traumatised by cardboard. She pulls some outfits out of it, all mangled. @@.red;"Those old rags got kind of stale, don't you agree? So let's sort out your new wardrobe"@@, she announces, before carefully placing each outfit on a large table. @@.red;"Go right ahead, pick one for the week. That's right, only one."@@ Just one outfit for a whole week? Well, you've got a washing machine. With your new job, you're probably going to need it. Before you worry about that, you need to choose one though. <<if settings.pictures>>[[Pink Prostitute Outfit|Pink Prostitute Choice]] <<else>>[img[images/2504306PinkFront.jpg][Pink Prostitute Choice]]<<endif>><<if settings.pictures>>[[Lovely Latex Outfit|Lovely Latex Choice]] <<else>> [img[images/250101052K_wetlook_catsuit.jpg][Lovely Latex Choice]]<<endif>><<if settings.pictures>>[[Transparent Tramp Outfit|Transparent Tramp Choice]] <<else>> [img[images/250SOPHIE-DALZELL-411802.jpg][Transparent Tramp Choice]]<<endif>>

<<set $pinkOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>\ \ The top of the pink outfit is unconventional, shaped a bit like a cross, the horizontal 'bar' looking a bit like a tube top across your boobs. The vertical bar wraps around your neck, just below your choker, and around your waist below the "tube top" part. The skirt, in contrast, is very conventional, just a simple knee-length garment, not too tight, but not flared out either. What does take it up a notch is the bright neon pink colour and wet-look style to it. If not like a street walker, you sure look like a girl with... questionable morals. @@.gold;What? That's not true, I'm super nice! Let me show you...@@ [img[images/4306PinkFront.jpg]] Do you want to pick this dress for the week? <<if $bimbo is 1>>[[Take it.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - Bonnie]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>[[Take it.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - Bunny]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>[[Take it.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - Bridget]]<<endif>> <<back>>

<<set $latexOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>If this wasn't clearly a fetishist's dream and the neckline didn't expose so much cleavage that you're in serious danger of flashing everybody, this could be a conservative enough outfit, while curve-hugging. But that's a big "if". The top is a tight fit and has elbow-length sleeves. @@.gold;So you don't scuff your girly arms when you're down on all fours.@@ The bottom part similarly hugs every curve of your body, fashioned like a pair of tight latex pants, they end just above your ankles. Those are perched on a 6 inch stiletto heel, but otherwise plain, dark shoes. Again, the outfit is really pretty down-to-earth, when you get down to it. @@.gold;Which you will, often and repeatedly!@@ [img[images/101052K_wetlook_catsuit.jpg]] Do you want to pick this dress for the week? <<if $bimbo is 1>>[[Take it.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - Bonnie]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>[[Take it.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - Bunny]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>[[Take it.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - Bridget]]<<endif>> <<back>>

<<set $transparentOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>Up top, you're showing off a lot. Even if the dress wasn't extremely easy to see through, there's ample room for your tits to shine. @@.gold;Especially when servicing cock in between them.@@ Down below... well. You're not exactly covering up more. Seeing as the skirt is just as transparent as the top, you suppose you're lucky it's covering up that much. If this doesn't get you in trouble with the law, nothing short of manslaughter will. @@.gold;Why the hostility, there are so much more fun things to do with a man~@@ [img[images/SOPHIE-DALZELL-411802.jpg]] Do you want to pick this dress for the week? <<if $bimbo is 1>>[[Take it.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - Bonnie]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>[[Take it.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - Bunny]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>[[Take it.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - Bridget]]<<endif>> <<back>>

<<if $pinkOutfit is 1>>@@.red;"Interesting choice, not necessarily what I would expect"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ reacts, @@.red;"Definitely colourful and eye-catching, I can see it working well with your new job."@@ Does she have to judge every choice you make?\ \ <<elseif $latexOutfit is 1>>@@.red;"Oh my, I did not expect that!"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ laughs. @@.red;"I didn't take you for somebody that depraved... I knew you had it in you though, somewhere deep below. Great choice, great indeed"@@, she praises you. @@.gold;It does fit you nicely.@@\ \ <<elseif $transparentOutfit is 1>>@@.red;"Ooh, look at this show-off"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ laughs at you, @@.red;"I kind of expected you to have some exhibitionist notions, but for you to straight up pick this one... Not bad, not bad at all"@@, she rejoices.<<endif>> @@.red;"I think that takes care of everything we needed to discuss today. Things will change from here on out. Two weeks have gone by, surely you have learned a lot. At the end of this week, I <em>will</em> know your intentions. There's no bad luck anymore, you know how this works. I'll be watching"@@, she almost sings these words when she turns to leave, and waves you goodbye. She mentioned she'd refer clients to you... You should probably check your computer soon, see if she left you anything already. Before you think about working though, rent should take precedence. That's another $$500 gone.<<set $cash -= 500>> <<if $robertBlackmailed is 1>>You're still annoyed at your decision to blackmail your boss, now you're left to whore yourself out. @@.gold;Where's the bad part?@@<<else>>Fortunately, you can still rely on @@.robert;Robert@@'s kindness. You had one week of paid vacation time left, worked one week and got half a week's wage as severance pay. Which is great, because it means that you're effectively only losing 100 bucks today. But the bad news is that this is the last week you can rely on money from the company. @@.gold;Why the sad face? You've got a new job!@@<<set $cash += 400>><<endif>> You briefly think about whether there's anything else you have to take care of before continuing. Nothing pops into your head though, so you [[sit down in front of your computer|Week 3, Day 1 - Sex Selection - Bonnie]] apprehensively, to see what @@.red;Bonnie@@ sent you.

<<if $pinkOutfit is 1>>@@.bunny;"Wowiiiie, that toally would've been my choice too!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ rejoices, @@.bunny;"It'll look soooooo cute on you!"@@ Don't pretend to be surprised that her favourite outfit was also the pinkest of the three. @@.gold;And don't pretend you don't love it either!@@\ \ <<elseif $latexOutfit is 1>>@@.bunny;"Oh@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you're so grown-up"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ blushes. @@.bunny;"I couldn't wear something like that at all. There's so much you could teach me"@@, she praises you. @@.gold;There's some things you could learn from her, too...@@\ \ <<elseif $transparentOutfit is 1>>@@.bunny;"That's like, so naughty!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ exclaims, @@.bunny;"Looks like you're really into your new job, ain'tcha?"@@, she rejoices @@.gold;Sure does...@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Okie, I think that's all. This week'll be totally different though. You've always said 'Oh, this is so terrible', and 'This cock tastes, like, so bad', and that it's all the choky's fault. I'm not gonna accept that anymore. If ya slut it up this week, I know I've done the right thing for sure, and that you were totally into it from the beginning"@@, she almost sings these words when she turns to leave, and waves you goodbye. She mentioned she'd refer clients to you... You should probably check your computer soon, see if she left you anything already. Before you think about working though, rent should take precedence. That's another $$500 gone.<<set $cash -= 500>> <<if $robertBlackmailed is 1>>You're still annoyed at your decision to blackmail your boss, now you're left to whore yourself out. @@.gold;Where's the bad part?@@<<else>>Fortunately, you can still rely on @@.robert;Robert@@'s kindness. You had one week of paid vacation time left, worked one week and got half a week's wage as severance pay. Which is great, because it means that you're only losing 100 bucks on rent today. But the bad news is that this is the last week you can rely on money from the company. @@.gold;Why the sad face? You've got a new job!@@<<set $cash += 400>><<endif>> You briefly think about whether there's anything else you have to take care of before continuing. Nothing pops into your head though, so you [[sit down in front of your computer|Week 3, Day 1 - Sex Selection - Bunny]] apprehensively, to see what @@.bunny;Bunny@@ sent you.

<<if $pinkOutfit is 1>>@@.orange;"Not exactly what I would have envisioned for you"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ gives you a surprised look, @@.orange;"It'll certainly attract attention, I suppose that will be useful."@@ She doesn't sound too excited. That must be a good thing, right? @@.gold;As long as the boys are excited...@@\ \ <<elseif $latexOutfit is 1>>@@.orange;"Quite a fetishist standing before me"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ laughs. @@.orange;"Did not see you as that kind of depraved but, in retrospect, I suppose it kind of makes sense"@@, she seems amused. @@.gold;It makes <em>all</em> kinds of sense!@@\ \ <<elseif $transparentOutfit is 1>>@@.orange;"Oh how delightful"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ muses, @@.orange;"I was always aware you had it in you, but for you to display it like that. You've come a long way, I couldn't be more proud"@@, she glows. @@.gold;Didn't that feel good? Now put that dress to good use to feel even better!@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"That should be all. We discussed quite a handful today, it's about time we put you to work. This week will be fundamentally different than the last two, at least where I'm concerned. At the end of this week, I <em>will</em> know your intentions. You've had fourteen days of preparation, if you come out as a slut this time, I'm not taking any excuses, I'll see it as a confession. I'll see you around... constantly,"@@, she almost sings these words when she turns to leave, and waves you goodbye. She mentioned she'd refer clients to you... You should probably check your computer soon, see if she left you anything already. Before you think about working though, rent should take precedence. That's another $$500 gone.<<set $cash -= 500>> <<if $robertBlackmailed is 1>>You're still annoyed at your decision to blackmail your boss, now you're left to whore yourself out. @@.gold;Where's the bad part?@@<<else>>Fortunately, you can still rely on @@.robert;Robert@@'s kindness. You had one week of paid vacation time left, worked one week and got one week's wage as severance pay. Which is great, because it means that you're only making a loss of 100 bucks because of rent today. But the bad news is that this is the last week you can rely on money from the company. @@.gold;Why the sad face? You've got a new job!@@<<set $cash += 400>><<endif>> You briefly think about whether there's anything else you have to take care of before continuing. Nothing pops into your head though, so you [[sit down in front of your computer|Week 3, Day 1 - Sex Selection - Bridget]] apprehensively, to see what @@.orange;Bridget@@ sent you.

<<if $penis2 is 0>>\ \ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ moves on immediately. @@.bunny;"Don't be scared or anything. You'll see that having a pussy is, like, the best! Periods are party poopers though. But we don't know if you'll even have any. If you don't you're the luckiest girl ever! All the fun and no icky blood down there. But I got you some tampons, for the worst case."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. Awkward doesn't even describe the situation of getting an introduction to menstruation by a mental 8-year-old. @@.gold;That's true. Time to just dump her and put that pussy to good use!@@ @@.bunny;"You also gotta worry about getting preggo and rubbers and stuff. Clients totally won't wear any, so I guess that means you gotta take pills. If you don't get periods, you don't get pregnant of course... so you'll have to figure out if it's, like, too risky for you. I paid the tampons, which is okie, but the pills are like, real expensive."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.bunny;"Gotta pay me $$100 a week if you wanna take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! E-en I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Well yeah, but shopping is pretty expensive too." Bunny@@ giggles. @@.bunny;"Sure, you can buy them on your own, but would you even know what kind to get?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. @@.bunny;"And you're getting this nice introduction from me! So just tell me yes or no. Whatcha say?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... [[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bunny.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bunny][$contraception3 = 1, $cash -= 100]] [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bunny]]\ \ <<else>>\ \ @@.bunny;"Alrighty, we've been all over your pussy last week. Not as much as the boys though *teehee*. Ya know all about it, so you're prolly all outta no-preggers pills, right?"@@ She's not wrong about that, sadly. @@.bunny;"Sooo... want some more?"@@ <<if $cash gte 100>>[[Pay the $$100 for some safety of mind and womb.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bunny][$contraception3 = 1, $cash -= 100]]<<else>><s>Pay the $$100 for safety of mind and womb.</s> Shit, I'm kind of strapped for cash. Better keep my legs closed tight this week...<<endif>> [[No, you won't buy any contraceptives.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bunny]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $contraception3 is 1>>@@.bunny;"Okiedoke, here ya go"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ hands you the pills. Afterwards, it's another demonstration, teaching you how to take them, what to do if you forget one, and what kinds of side effects you should expect. Most of them should be positive, if your system works as a woman's should, which is pleasant to hear at least.<<elseif $contraception3 is 0 and $penis is 0>>@@.bunny;"Ooooookay, if you say so!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ concedes. @@.bunny;"Can't wait to see the little sluts run around your apartment *teehee*"@@ She shoots you an excited smile, enjoying the moment. You're aware of the risk, but you're willing to take it. What's the chance of them actually implanting a functioning, completely different reproductive system into you? R-right? <<endif>>@@.bunny;"Onto the reeeeaaaaaally good stuff now. CUTE CLOTHES!!"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ tears open another one of these ominous cardboard boxes that she brought along. Once this ordeal is over, you'll probably be permanently traumatised by cardboard. She pulls some outfits out of it, all mangled. @@.bunny;"Those old rags got kind of stale, don't you agree? You can never have enough clothes!"@@, she announces, before carefully placing each outfit on a large table. @@.bunny;"These were super expensive though, so you can only pick one for the whole week. The other two are for me."@@ Just one outfit for a whole week? Well, you've got a washing machine. With your new job, you're probably going to need it. Before you worry about that, you need to choose one though. <<if settings.pictures>>[[Pink Prostitute Outfit|Pink Prostitute Choice]] <<else>>[img[images/2504306PinkFront.jpg][Pink Prostitute Choice]]<<endif>><<if settings.pictures>>[[Lovely Latex Outfit|Lovely Latex Choice]] <<else>> [img[images/250101052K_wetlook_catsuit.jpg][Lovely Latex Choice]]<<endif>><<if settings.pictures>>[[Transparent Tramp Outfit|Transparent Tramp Choice]] <<else>> [img[images/250SOPHIE-DALZELL-411802.jpg][Transparent Tramp Choice]]<<endif>>

<<if $penis2 is 0>>\ \ @@.orange;Bridget@@ moves on immediately. @@.orange;"Now, you shouldn't be too scared or anxious. Your choice will prove to be a blessing, you'll see. In the top 3 list of annoyances though, periods are definitely a contender. Whether you'll have any at all is dependent on@@ @@.purple;Astrid@@@@.orange;'s expertise and chance, I suppose. In case you do come across this issue, I left you some solutions for that in the bathroom."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. You can't believe you're saying this, but between this awkward conversation and being forced onto a cock, you'd much rather @@.gold;be stuck on a hard rod@@ right now. @@.orange;"Not irrelevant to that first issue, pregnancy, and how to avoid it. Do not count on condoms. Not with the clients. You will see none, believe me. It's unclear as of yet whether pregnancy will concern you at all, but suppose it does, then you surely want to have options. I paid for your tampons already, some reparation for the inconveniences you'll undoubtedly face. But these pills I organised ran me a good chunk of money which I don't intend to simply front for you."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.orange;"$$100 a week if you decide to take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! E-en I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Hey now, that's including the friendship discount already." Bridget@@ grins. @@.orange;"Honestly, do you even know where to get any? Or what kind for that matter?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. @@.orange;"Plus this free course in female hygiene and contraception. Don't be ungrateful, take them or leave them, but these pills go through me. Any thoughts?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... [[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bridget.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bridget][$contraception3 = 1, $cash -= 100]] [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bridget]]\ \ <<else>>\ \ @@.orange;"Very well, let us move on to the subject of your blossoming femininity. Depending on your current state of mind, you may uphold that it is soon blossoming beyond your control, correct?"@@ What colourful language. Sadly, her arrogant, bragging tone is hard to shut down when she's so right. Your anti-preggo pills are running out. @@.orange;"You know the deal... how about it?"@@ <<if $cash gte 100>>[[Pay the $$100 for some safety of mind and womb.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bridget][$contraception3 = 1, $cash -= 100]]<<else>><s>Pay the $$100 for safety of mind and womb.</s> Shit, I'm kind of strapped for cash. Better keep my legs closed tight this week...<<endif>> [[No, you won't buy any contraceptives.|Week 3, Day 1 - Clothing Conundrum - Bridget]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $contraception3 is 1>>@@.orange;"Your wish is my command"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ hands you the pills. @@.orange;"Pleasure doing business with you."@@ She gives you another sly smirk. Afterwards, she's all professional again, teaching you how to take them, what to do if you forget one, and what kinds of side effects you should expect. Most of them should be positive, if your system works as a woman's should, which is pleasant to hear at least.<<elseif $contraception3 is 0 and $penis is 0>>@@.orange;"If you say so"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ raises an eyebrow. @@.orange;"One thing's for sure, if there's screaming kids running around this shithole, I certainly won't stop by to visit anymore."@@ So getting pregnant does have its upsides! It's best not to even kid about it though. You're aware of the risk, but you're willing to take it. What's the chance of them actually implanting a functioning, completely different reproductive system into you? R-right? <<endif>>@@.orange;"Moving on"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ opens up one of the infamous cardboard boxes that she brought along. Once this ordeal is over, you'll probably be permanently traumatised by cardboard. She pulls some outfits out of it, all mangled. @@.orange;"I'm still torn about ruining perfectly good clothes yesterday, but when I saw your new wardrobe, I was intrigued, admittedly"@@, she announces, before carefully placing each outfit on a large table. @@.orange;"Keep in mind, you're only allowed one. The others go into my closet."@@ Just one outfit for a whole week? Well, you've got a washing machine. With your new job, you're going to need it. Before you worry about that, you need to choose one though. <<if settings.pictures>>[[Pink Prostitute Outfit|Pink Prostitute Choice]] <<else>>[img[images/2504306PinkFront.jpg][Pink Prostitute Choice]]<<endif>><<if settings.pictures>>[[Lovely Latex Outfit|Lovely Latex Choice]] <<else>> [img[images/250101052K_wetlook_catsuit.jpg][Lovely Latex Choice]]<<endif>><<if settings.pictures>>[[Transparent Tramp Outfit|Transparent Tramp Choice]] <<else>> [img[images/250SOPHIE-DALZELL-411802.jpg][Transparent Tramp Choice]]<<endif>>

Indeed there is something. An e-mail from @@.red;Bonnie@@. She's fast that's for sure. You sit in front of your computer apprehensively, inwardly debating whether to open it. There are few alternatives though. You click on the icon. @@.red;"Hey there sweetums, bet you couldn't wait, huh? No need to get anxious, you'll have your serving of dick for the day, I'll make sure of it. I asked around to see what kinds of clients were available. As I explained earlier, at the end of the list, there'll always be a regular client. He will not have any... <em>interesting</em> requests, but he'll pay you for your services, just not as handsomely as a special client. So if you ask me, it'd be best to get@@ @@.gold;adventurous@@ @@.red;;) I'll forward you one of these e-mails once every morning. Click on any of the names to get a profile. <<if $lips gte 8 or $lipImplant is 1>>[[Jonathan|Week 3, Day 1 - Jonathan Profile - Blowjob Lover]] <<endif>><<if $chest gte 8 or $chestImplant is 1>>[[Bob|Week 3, Day 1 - Bob Profile - Tit Lover]] <<endif>><<if $ass gte 6>>[[Frankie|Week 3, Day 1 - Frankie Profile - Ass Lover]] <<endif>><<if $transformationProgress lt 7>>[[Bryan|Week 3, Day 1 - Bryan Profile - DFC Lover]] <<endif>><<if $penis is 0>>[[Jim|Week 3, Day 1 - Jim Profile - Creampie Lover]] <<endif>><<if $penis is 1>>[[Todd|Week 3, Day 1 - Todd Profile - Shemale Lover]] <<endif>><<if $latexOutfit is 1>>[[Lex|Week 3, Day 1 - Lex Profile - Latex Lover]] <<endif>><<if $obedience gte 2 or $submissiveness gte 3>>[[Dominic|Week 3, Day 1 - Dominic Profile - Dominant Lover]] <<endif>>[[Takahiro|Week 3, Day 1 - Takahiro Profile - Cosplay Lover]] <<if $obedience gte 3>>[[JAV Producer|Week 3, Day 1 - JAV Producer Profile]] <<endif>>[[Regular Client|Week 3, Day 1 - Regular Client Profile]]"@@

Indeed there is something. An e-mail from @@.bunny;Bunny@@. She's fast that's for sure. You sit in front of your computer apprehensively, inwardly debating whether to open it. There are few alternatives though. You click on the icon. @@.bunny;"Hey yooooouuuuu, betcha you got to the computer right away. No need to get to worrying, you'll have your serving of dick for the day. I checked about customers for ya. As I said, you'll always have a boring one if you don't want any of the special guys. He will not have any <strong>fun</strong> requests, but ya'll get some money out of it at least. So you better have lots of <em>special</em> fun if you wanna earn a couple bucks! You'll get a mail from me every morning. Just click on the guys' names to find out@@ @@.gold;where they like it~@@@@.bunny; <<if $lips gte 8 or $lipImplant is 1>>[[Jonathan|Week 3, Day 1 - Jonathan Profile - Blowjob Lover]] <<endif>><<if $chest gte 8 or $chestImplant is 1>>[[Bob|Week 3, Day 1 - Bob Profile - Tit Lover]] <<endif>><<if $ass gte 6>>[[Frankie|Week 3, Day 1 - Frankie Profile - Ass Lover]] <<endif>><<if $transformationProgress lt 7>>[[Bryan|Week 3, Day 1 - Bryan Profile - DFC Lover]] <<endif>><<if $penis is 0>>[[Jim|Week 3, Day 1 - Jim Profile - Creampie Lover]] <<endif>><<if $penis is 1>>[[Todd|Week 3, Day 1 - Todd Profile - Shemale Lover]] <<endif>><<if $latexOutfit is 1>>[[Lex|Week 3, Day 1 - Lex Profile - Latex Lover]] <<endif>><<if $obedience gte 2 or $submissiveness gte 3>>[[Dominic|Week 3, Day 1 - Dominic Profile - Dominant Lover]] <<endif>>[[Takahiro|Week 3, Day 1 - Takahiro Profile - Cosplay Lover]] [[Regular Client|Week 3, Day 1 - Regular Client Profile]]"@@

Indeed there is something. An e-mail from @@.orange;Bridget@@. She's fast that's for sure. You sit in front of your computer apprehensively, inwardly debating whether to open it. There are few alternatives though. You click on the icon. @@.orange;"Good morning dear, you're likely reading this message not long after I sent it. No cause for concern, you'll have your share of cock, promised. I researched some of our customers. As I said, you'll always have a regular one on offer, if you don't want to take on a special request. He will pay much less, but it is something. That way you're not letting the day pass by you while there's whoring to be done. Still, better to take on the more challenging tasks, you want to grow as a@@ @@.gold;fucktoy@@@@.orange;, don't you? You will get a message like this one every morning, to get you set up for work. Just select a name to read a short profile on a potential client. <<if $lips gte 8 or $lipImplant is 1>>[[Jonathan|Week 3, Day 1 - Jonathan Profile - Blowjob Lover]] <<endif>><<if $chest gte 8 or $chestImplant is 1>>[[Bob|Week 3, Day 1 - Bob Profile - Tit Lover]] <<endif>><<if $ass gte 6>>[[Frankie|Week 3, Day 1 - Frankie Profile - Ass Lover]] <<endif>><<if $transformationProgress lt 7>>[[Bryan|Week 3, Day 1 - Bryan Profile - DFC Lover]] <<endif>><<if $penis is 0>>[[Jim|Week 3, Day 1 - Jim Profile - Creampie Lover]] <<endif>><<if $penis is 1>>[[Todd|Week 3, Day 1 - Todd Profile - Shemale Lover]] <<endif>><<if $latexOutfit is 1>>[[Lex|Week 3, Day 1 - Lex Profile - Latex Lover]] <<endif>><<if $obedience gte 2 or $submissiveness gte 3>>[[Dominic|Week 3, Day 1 - Dominic Profile - Dominant Lover]] <<endif>>[[Takahiro|Week 3, Day 1 - Takahiro Profile - Cosplay Lover]] [[Regular Client|Week 3, Day 1 - Regular Client Profile]]"@@

<<set $pickedJonathan = 1>>Jon is an appreciator of the oral arts, and always requests his escorts to be skilled with their mouths. Of course, ideally their lips should also be visually appealing. But obviously you bring that to the table, if you're reading this profile. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJav = 1>>@@.red;This one actually comes from me directly, and isn't a referral by the company@@ @@.red;-- Bonnie@@ writes -- @@.red;so this is a bit of a <em>special</em> special client. He actually works in JAV, basically Japanese porn. This contact of mine is currently looking for a girl to star in one of his movies. This gig will pay insanely well, even compared to the other special clients, and these guys take good care of their actresses, so you can expect this job to be quite cushy. No reason not to go, really.@@ [[Take this special offer?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting JAV Producer]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedBob = 1>>Bob really goes for the classics. If you go with him, expect your chest to be sore for a day or two. He'll put them to good use, and through every test imaginable. Of course that requires you to be quite stacked up there, but if you didn't have those qualities, you wouldn't have got hold of this profile. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting Bob - Tit Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedFrankie = 1>>@@.blue;Frankie@@ <em>really</em> likes it from behind. Wait... that came out wrong. But you get the idea. To even be considered by him as a viable choice, you have to present some serious rump, and not be afraid to use it. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting Frankie - Ass Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedBryan = 1>>Bryan... he's not a popular choice among our girls. No need to worry, he's not the violent type. But his requests usually are quite strange. Most girls weren't keen to talk about it. Not in a traumatic kind of way, just to fuck with newbies for a laugh. He's certainly fucked up, but you won't be, at least not physically. Bryan prefers his women slim, and less curvy, but that's really the most normal part of him. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting Bryan - DFC Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJim = 1>>Out of all the special clients, @@.blue;Jim@@'s tastes are fairly vanilla, but he's very adamant about them. He takes the front entrance, no debate. And he's not keen to pull out either. If you take him on, expect your pussy to be used, repeatedly, and filled to the brim. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting Jim - Creampie Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedTodd = 1>>Todd is something of an odd one out. Most guys are weirded out by chicks with dicks. He loves it, but it's not that easy to find any. If this is a niche you could fill, he would likely show his appreciation. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting Todd - Shemale Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedLex = 1>>Lex loves Latex. It sounds ridiculous, but that's basically the gist of it. He doesn't really require any specific body types, or any specific sex acts, he will really get off to the sight of you alone. This is an easy one if you've got the right outfit for it. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting Lex - Latex Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedDominic = 1>>Dominic's your picture book American. Quarterback of the Football team, varsity jacket, square jaw. And he likes to flaunt it, he does not give people any leeway, he likes to feel like the top dog. Thus, his choice in women gravitates towards the more submissive types that follow his whims without question. Fair warning: if you're not willing to cooperate on that point, you might find yourself in a BDSM kind of situation that sees you on the receiving end. If you <em>are</em> willing to cooperate... well, you might actually end up in twice as many restraints. As mentioned, Dom does not back down. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting Dominic - Dominant Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedTakahiro = 1>>Takahiro is originally Japanese, your classic Otaku. Very clean, very respectable, just socially inept and withdrawn. He's really into costumes and all that shit, you'll figure it out when you meet him. Expect to wear all kinds of outfits, none of them likely to be practical. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedRegular += 1>>There's no profile for this gig. Customers here may vary wildly, but it's mostly going to be superficial. They only call for a normal evening, no extra flourishes. Basically, you're on retainer here and just picking up whoever's looking. Whatever you're willing to do, you'll discuss with the client yourself, but their needs won't be too extravagant, most likely. [[Work regularly by demand?|Week 3, Day 1 - Meeting Regular Client]] <<back>>

The following scenes have been written by CobaltCore from TFGS! <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Speaking of looks... You get dressed and touch up your makeup in preparation @@.gold;for your big day@@.<<set $naked = 0>><<set $makeup = "glaringly @@.gold;whorish@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, ">> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Bob@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a middle-aged guy greets you. Well, verbally anyway. His eyes are not set to meet yours, they've been focussed far lower even before he opened the door. Smiling widely, you assume he deems you worthy. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, every street walker is envying you for a rack like that.@@ @@.blue;Bob@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room -- @@.gold;"Purse? When did I even get that..."@@ -- and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. He does exactly that and pretty much repeats what you already read in the profile and what you saw at the front door. He likes your @@.gold;essence@@-- tits. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>Lifting off your top, you can see his eyes widen in anticipation at the sight of your rack. Somehow having this effect on other people makes you blush a bit. Unconsciously, you push out your chest just a little bit more, making the huge orbs jiggle ever so slightly.\ <<else>>Lifting off your top, you reveal your full and round breasts. But somehow looking at your client you could've sworn that, just for a fraction of a second, a look of disappointment overshadowed his face.<<endif>> But that is of no matter at this point because the sight of the tool dangling between his legs involuntarily makes your mouth water. Very quickly you are fully undressed, though not wearing much in the first place definitely helped with that. You barely even hear his voice, you are so fixated on the thick, long object of your desire. @@.blue;"Come here, slut."@@ [[He doesn't need to say that twice.|Week 3, Day 1 - Sexing Bob - Tit Lover]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Speaking of looks... You get dressed and touch up your makeup in preparation @@.gold;for your big day@@.<<set $naked = 0>><<set $makeup = "glaringly @@.gold;whorish@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, ">> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Jonathan@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a nearly bald guy greets you. He is very focussed on your lips from the very moment he lays eyes on you. Smiling widely, you assume he deems you worthy. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, every street walker is envying you for bee-stung cushions like that.@@ @@.blue;Jonathan@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room -- @@.gold;"Purse? When did I even get that..."@@ -- and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. Soon he does, seemingly very comfortable with this setup. You'd wager he's hired @@.gold;people like you@@ before, likely more than once. Likewise, he notices that you don't have as much experience, and tries to ease you in. His first ministrations are sensual, but tame if you consider you're acting as a sex worker in this scenario. @@.blue;Jon@@ seems quite content to essentially just make out, even though he's quite into it, kissing you passionately, almost ecstatically. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> was right, this guy <em>loves</em> lips. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>And damn if you don't love it too right now.<<endif>> As time goes on, he slowly and subtly guides you downwards, with you caressing his chest, and shortly his belly too, before arriving at your @@.gold;destination@@. @@.blue;Jon@@ looks down at you from above and just nods at you. Your fingers rest on his belly, and start to [[undo his belt.|Week 3, Day 1 - Sexing Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]]

The following scenes have been written by lorigor from TFGS! <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Speaking of looks... You get dressed and touch up your makeup in preparation @@.gold;for your big day@@.<<set $naked = 0>><<set $makeup = "glaringly @@.gold;whorish@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, ">> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;@@.blue;Frankie@@@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a quite young-looking guy greets you. He seems quite giddy ahead of the evening and bids you to come in. You aren't sure, but you're quite sure his gaze is locked onto you from behind, you feel compelled to blush. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, you could kill with an ass like that.@@ As you walk in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room -- @@.gold;"Purse? When did I even get that..."@@ -- and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. @@.blue;Frankie@@ smiles as he looks you over. @@.blue;"Damn, I love that ass you're carrying around. Not the biggest, but definitely in the juicy category, and fucking beautiful. But I'll find that out first-hand soon enough. Hereâ€™s the deal, first Iâ€™m going to play with your ass a bit and get it nice and warmed up. And then, if you want more money, we can go a little further. Sound good?"@@ Heâ€™s paying just to play with my ass a bit? He isnâ€™t even going to fuck it unless I want more? Thatâ€™s almost too easy. @@.gold;"Sounds great!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ grins wider and comes over, running his hands over your shoulders and breasts. He pulls you into an embrace and quickly strips off your clothes, leaving you naked. Now that your ass is exposed, he moves his hands to your round bottom. He cups and squeezes each cheek, and then starts massaging them in his strong hands. A shiver runs through your body as you feel your squishy breasts push against his strong chest. It feels so right to be wrapped up in his strong, masculine arms. You canâ€™t help but push your hips back to grind your ass into his groping hands. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oooh! That -eels good!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oooh! That feels good!"@@<<endif>> you moan as [[a tremor of pleasure shoots up your spine.|Week 3, Day 1 - Sexing Frankie - Ass Lover]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Speaking of looks... You get dressed and touch up your makeup in preparation @@.gold;for your big day@@.<<set $naked = 0>><<set $makeup = "glaringly @@.gold;whorish@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, ">> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Bryan@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a pretty young guy, looking about as young as you do since the transformations, greets you. He inspects you for a few moments, and says a few things which seem a little odd to you. At least he appears to like you. @@.blue;Bryan@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the bed inside -- @@.gold;"Purse? When did I even get that..."@@ -- and take a seat on the edge of the large mattress, waiting for him to make his intentions known. He doesn't exactly do that, but he sits down, next to you, somewhat hesitant. All he manages for now is wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and you engage by resting your head on his chest, still [[sitting on the bed.|Week 3, Day 1 - Uhh... Sexing Bryan - DFC Lover]]

<em>The following scenes have been written by none other than JoeForest from TFGS! Author of [[The Collar|http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=483]], [[The Broken Sensor|http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=679]] and [[S.L.U.T. Academy|http://www.tfgamessite.com/index.php?module=viewgame&id=574]], as well as Total Immersion on [[hentaifoundry|http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/JoeForest/19339/Total-Immersion]] and [[tgstorytime|http://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3064]].</em> <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Speaking of looks... You get dressed and touch up your makeup in preparation @@.gold;for your big day@@.<<set $naked = 0>><<set $makeup = "glaringly @@.gold;whorish@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, ">> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Jim@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a middle-aged guy greets you. There's really very little distinguishable features about him, he's pretty much your average Joe. At the very least he seems to find you attractive. @@.gold;Who wouldn't?@@ @@.blue;Jim@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room -- @@.gold;"Purse? When did I even get that..."@@ -- and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. @@.blue;Jim@@ pulls up a chair and sits opposite you, obviously nervous. @@.blue;"So, aha, youâ€™re my girl for the evening then?â€@@ @@.gold;Well, this is new...@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Yeah, I- all yours."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Yeah, Iâ€™m all yours."@@<<endif>> Leaning forward, you give him a great view of your generous @@.gold;cleavage@@ â€“ but he doesnâ€™t seem all that interested. @@.blue;"Okay then... erm, can I see your p-pussy?"@@ @@.gold;This has to be his first time, poor thing.@@ Smirking, you stand up and turn around, before slipping out of your dress and bending over in front of him. From the stifled gasp, it seems that the sight of your bare crotch almost gave him a heart attack. Intending to ease him in slowly, you turn your head to give him a smouldering look â€“ only to see that heâ€™s already dropped his trousers, a rock hard cock pointed straight out from his crotch. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh -y, you like what you see-EEEH~!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh my, you like what you see-EEEH~!"@@<<endif>>, [[he takes you off your game.|Week 3, Day 1 - Sexing Jim - Creampie Lover]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, or considering how you look at the moment in general. Speaking of looks... You get dressed and touch up your makeup in preparation @@.gold;for your big day@@.<<set $naked = 0>><<set $makeup = "glaringly @@.gold;whorish@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, ">> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Todd@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, an... honestly pathetic-looking guy greets you. His voice is somewhat squeaky and he sweats rather noticeably at your sight. @@.gold;Best to take it as a compliment.@@ He's really short too. Especially with your heels you tower over him, but even without them, damn. @@.blue;Todd@@ asks you to come in after a long, awkward pause, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room -- @@.gold;"Purse? When did I even get that..."@@ -- and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. Fortunately, it only takes a minute or two for him to speak up in his weird voice. Immediately, @@.blue;Todd@@ is pretty forward, and asks you to show what you have... down below, seemingly unconvinced that you could honestly be a genetic male. @@.gold;A...nother compliment, you suppose?@@ Complying, you expose your crotch for him to see. He seems taken in by the sight of your <<if $transformationProgress is 0>>6 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>5.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>4.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>>4 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 5>>3.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 6>>3 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 7>>2.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 8>>2 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 9>>1.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 10>>1 inch oversized clitoris<<endif>>, hardly able to believe his luck. Enchanted, he suddenly kneels before you and surprises you by starting to [[lick it.|Week 3, Day 1 - Sexing Todd - Shemale Lover]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Dominic@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a scrawny, lanky guy greets you. The greeting doesn't exactly stop at a handshake. You've barely set foot into his hotel room and he already has his hands all over you, hugging you, stroking your arm to emphasise every word he says. Jeez, his profile wasn't kidding when it said he was into latex. @@.blue;"So, uhh, I guess we should just get started?"@@ [[Yeah, maybe you should.|Week 3, Day 1 - Sexing Lex - Latex Lover]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Dominic@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a buff guy greets you. Well, more or less. Before shooting you a single short glance, he just tells you to come in curtly. Your legs are shaking slightly, your panties damp already. @@.gold;You could easily imagine to fall asleep in those arms...@@ You shyly make your way in, set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting anxiously for him to make his intentions known. He does so rather quickly, eyeing you all over. @@.blue;"Yeah, you'll do nicely"@@, he declares, making you @@.gold;blush@@. @@.blue;"Kneel."@@ This time, it's a forceful command. You hesitate for a second, taken aback by the sudden order. A moment later, he takes a step closer to you and glares at you sternly, reinforcing his command. @@.gold;Naturally@@, [[you obey.|Week 3, Day 1 - Sexing Dominic - Dominant Lover]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Speaking of looks... You get dressed and touch up your makeup in preparation @@.gold;for your big day@@.<<set $naked = 0>><<set $makeup = "glaringly @@.gold;whorish@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, ">> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Takahiro@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a young Japanese guy greets you. Eye contact however, seems to be an issue for him. He's looking to the floor, blushing. @@.gold;Off to a good start, he's putty in your hands.@@ @@.blue;Takahiro@@ quietly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room -- @@.gold;"Purse? When did I even get that..."@@ -- and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. After a few awkward glances and some fidgeting, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ leaves to fetch something, and comes back with some costumes. The set he's carrying is pretty much comprised of your standard fetishised outfits. School uniform, nurse, policewoman... He shoots you a quick questioning glance, as if unsure whether you're up to this at all. But mostly you think he wants you to pick one outfit. You take the nurse costume and get dressed in front of him, giving him a bit of a show. Suddenly, looking at you isn't so difficult for him anymore. <center>[img[images/nurse.jpg]]</center> [[It's a tight fit|Week 3, Day 1 - Sexing Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]], the agency must've given him your measurements or something.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Speaking of looks... You get dressed and touch up your makeup in preparation @@.gold;for your big day@@.<<set $naked = 0>><<set $makeup = "glaringly @@.gold;whorish@@ makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "heavy, ">> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet the producer directly at the shooting site. She said he'll take it from there. So you make your way to the site and are immediately greeted by the person who seems to be running the show. He talks to you in quite broken English, but it's adorable and you can understand him fine. It appears he takes great care to see that your every wish is being considered. You don't exactly trust that to be without its limits, but it relieves you greatly regardless. The prospect of shooting porn is unsettling, to put it lightly. At least somebody seems to be looking out for you. [[Some time passes as he explains what the film is supposed to be about.|Week 3, Day 1 - JAV Shoot]] It sounds fairly standard and not at all outrageous, like you expected.

You step into the hotel room, meeting your client for today. He's really nice, though a little sweaty and insecure for your tastes. His name's John, and apparently it's his first time "soliciting a hooker", as he so eloquently explains. You don't doubt it. If he's got hesitations, it's probably best to subtly guide him towards the nice, large bed right away. Trying to have him adjust to the new situation, you start a tame makeout session. After you've done that for a while, you need to decide how to play... well, the "hooker" portion of tonight. [[Let him take charge.|Week 3, Day 1 - Sexing Regular Client]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Take charge yourself.|Week 3, Day 1 - Dominating Regular Client]]<<endif>>

After hearing lots of explanations, meeting the cast and the crew, things are finally moving on to the shoot itself. Your initial apprehension has been relieved by how down-to-earth and understanding everybody at the set has been. Then again, you didn't have to do anything yet, so it may be a bit early to judge. So here you go. You join the actor in the scene, a simple vanilla piece on a bed, as an introduction. He even wears a condom!<<if $penis is 0>> After @@.red;Bonnie@@ told you never to expect clients to wear one, you're especially surprised to see one here.<<endif>> They really do take good care of their actresses. But it's time to get to work. The actor meets you in an embrace, french-kissing you aggressively, which you return. Slowly, the two of you lower yourselves on the bed, continuing your caresses and fondling, with him going down to your breasts and sucking on them, to which you respond loudly. While you're distracted @@.gold;your friend@@ frees up access to your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<elseif $penis is 1>>rear hole<<endif>> and starts fingering you, getting you ready. It feels so odd having these cameras pushed up nearly into your face, you never imagined them being so close, but it makes sense to catch a lot of close-ups. For a while, the actor pleases you noisily with his mouth, before you turn him around to return the favour. Kneeling in front of the bed, you take him into your mouth and have him enter you completely. You catch glimpses of the camera crew and they seem quite amazed at something. Nevermind that, it's best not to get distracted. After a barrage of noisy sucking, you seem set for the finale. Letting him pull you back up onto the bed, you snake up his body and straddle him. If you're in a porn movie, maybe you should top it off with an explosive finish. You try your best to take the initiative, stay on top of the actor and ride him wildly, moaning, screaming, sweating, while he's kneading your @@.gold;tits@@ wildly. Biting your lip for the camera, you rest your hands on the guy's chest for leverage, while you're taking him deeper and deeper inside you. Well, he's not exactly the biggest you had... but his endurance sure is impressive. He proves as much when he starts pushing himself off the bed to get deeper inside you, causing you to finally erupt in one massive orgasm, <<if $penis is 0>>ejaculating a torrent of girlcum right down the cock impaling you.<<elseif $penis is 1>>squirting your jizz all over his chest, and some even on his face. To your surprise, he laps it right up, he's quite committed.<<endif>> Shortly thereafter, the actor himself wants his turn, pumping you full of his own juices before you collapse on his chest, heaving heavily while staring into the camera. <<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 2>><<endif>> The day continues, and while the work is more stressful than you imagined, it's still much more dignified and attractive than you first thought. You get along great with the crew, and the producer especially, as well as some of the employees seem absolutely infatuated with your performances. You're being paid right away, $$800 for a day's work!<<set $cash += 800>> What's more, at the end of the day you feel as clear-headed as you did in the morning, having had plenty of sex, yet not feeling the choker assert control. That must be a good sign! All the sexual need you felt earlier was sated as well. A perfect day, right?<<set $submissiveness = 0>> Sadly, perfect days end like any other. The producer emphasises how dearly he would love to shoot another movie with you, but that the studio doesn't have any more capacities, especially not in America. @@.gold;You were thinking about relocating after getting the choker off, weren't you? What a wonderful idea...@@ You thank everybody for their support, but eventually you have to [[head home.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

There you are, home, all in one piece. <<if $asianProgress is 1>>You haven't let the strains of the day get to you, which should leave you proud for now at least.<<else>>The marks of prostitution are already visible on you; it' hard to resist your client when his pleasure is your ultimate duty.<<endif>> Now that's all behind you however and you'll do your best to get through tomorrow as well. That is, as long as you consider today to be over. Surely, you did, but it seems somebody disagrees. Not noticing it before, you now see a letter lying at your door. Either you just overlooked it, or it was only just thrown through the mail slot. Regardless, it doesn't really matter. All that matters is seeing what's awaiting you next. You aren't afraid to admit that you were shaking slightly as you picked it up; mail has rarely been a blessing lately. However, this time you can hardly imagine better news: @@.lucas;Lucas@@ wrote you! @@.lucas;"Dear $lucasFirstname $lucasLastname, I hope you can apologise for our abrupt goodbye. As promised though, it is not a farewell, thus I'm writing you today, to make good on my pledge to help you. The most recent developments have been deeply unsettling, not only for your, but for me as well.@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ @@.lucas;has sent you to me, specifically, and that means I am involved in your predicament, and face danger myself. You can see it is in my best interest to help you, and I hope that is enough for you to trust me, at least for the time being. To combat her schemes, we have to start with the basics: information. While seeking refuge, I delegated a few hours of my day to reconnecting with old friends who still work at the corporation. Eventually, I developed a reliable contact inside who offered to exchange information for pay. His services don't come cheap, and he explained in advance that the further he's expected to go, the higher his fee will rise. So while today his employment will be quite affordable at $$300, expect to free up more capital increasingly or you won't be able to acquire any help from him. The procedure would be as follows: I'll be honest, I had you tailed today. I saw you go into that hotel, a man following you shortly after. I can imagine what they have you doing and I won't discuss it further out of respect for you. However, I think I am right in the assumption that you'll be visiting this hotel more often in the near future?"@@ You hope not, but strongly expect to. @@.lucas;"On the way to that hotel, I set up a dead drop; a spot where you can leave the money, hidden enough that nobody but associates of mine would know to find it. Leave the money there and I'll relay it to my contact. In case you're wondering, I sadly can't help you financially. As you can see I went to great lengths to set up this operation, and you've only heard a fragment of the work I put in. I've laid the groundwork; paying the bills is your end. That's how this arrangement will work, that's the only way this arrangement <em>can</em> work. In the end, the essential variable is free will; you have a choice. I hope you are not foolish enough to attempt a plan with no intel on your side, but it is an option, one of many. Consider them well. I hope to hear from you soon. Lucas"@@ And you thought you've had a lot to take in earlier today. This one really knocks it out of the park. While you only have to bring the money to the spot tomorrow, it can't hurt to make a decision now, before going to bed. Cough up the $$300 tomorrow, or avoid spending money for now? The way @@.lucas;Lucas@@ phrased it, it sounds like you can pay the day after as well, but you're losing time and likely won't get all the information you normally could. [[Pay the informant.|Week 3, Day 2 - Morning][$cash -= 300, $payments += 1, $paidMonday = 1]] [[Save the money.|Week 3, Day 2 - Morning]]

Wow, this guy has some experience, you can tell. You've had quite a few sexual encounters with various ladies, most of all <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, and you have to say, his tongue is definitely among the better ones. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't intend this to be how the evening ends though. After a few minutes of ministration, he grabs your legs and flaps you on your back, unresisting. @@.blue;Todd@@ disconnects from your @@.gold;guyclit@@ with a pop and enters you quite roughly through your rear immediately. He's already gotten hard just from blowing you. @@.gold;If you're not careful, you're going to get outslutted here.@@ It's not exactly big, but you're worked up enough already that it should do the job for you. Beginning to thrust, @@.blue;Todd@@ is fucking you, and while it's pleasant, you have to put in some acting to really convince him. At first he was standing, but starts leaning onto you now, trying to kiss you. Quickly, he realises that he's physically too short for that, and thus opts to suck on your teats instead. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>@@.gold;Oof, you don't mind, that feels <em>great</em>!@@ It gets you seriously worked up.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> As time goes on, the pleasure progressively becomes more and more real, and less of an act. Regardless, when @@.blue;Todd@@ suddenly speeds up, it's much too early, and while you felt really damn good up until now, the dwindling orgasm makes you quite frustrated.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> Even the hot seed invading your ass isn't quite enough to get you off. Well, you should have known life as a prostitute isn't <em>that</em> cozy. Or cozy in any way, now that you think about it. This is far from your worst problem though, so sulking over it is pointless. Maybe you'll just finish the job yourself when you're back home. Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel something [[enter your ass again.|Week 3, Day 1 - Todd Wants You - Shemale Lover]]

What the hell? The deal clearly said <em>once</em>, not as often as he likes. You push @@.blue;Todd@@ off with your legs, and tell him exactly that, sitting up on the bed. @@.gold;"Hey, stop that, you only paid for o--ackk"@@, your voice is cut off by the short guy jumping on the bed and trying, and succeeding, to enter your mouth for a second round. As a result, you're coughing a little, which in turn helps to push him off you another time. <<if $submissiveness gte 4>><<if $obedience lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<elseif $obedience is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ However, your efforts turn out to be futile. @@.blue;Todd@@ speedily moves behind you now and wraps his right arm around your waist, preventing you from getting up. How is his right arm so strong, fuck, you can't get out! He proceeds to pull you into his lap and this time enters you for good. Testing his strength meekly one more time, you surrender to the situation at hand. You simply cannot escape his grasp. Might as well make the best of it. Hesitantly, you get yourself back into the rhythm, bobbing up and down on his thighs. Now that @@.blue;Todd@@ showed you how strong he is, it feels like... kind of like you're melting inside. Like you're swooning over how he's holding you right now. @@.gold;Using@@ you as he pleases. That thought shoots you over the edge, some small strings of cum drooping down your dick @@.gold;cutely@@. This is far from done however. @@.blue;Todd@@ barely reacts to your scream of pleasure, although you think you could see a fleeting grin on his face. So he continues @@.gold;abusing your body like the cocksleeve you are@@ for hours, barely giving you a rest. Finally though, he's injected you with his final load of cum, filling you pretty much to the brim, before falling asleep out of exhaustion. You could use a little rest too, but don't take too much time to clear your head. Fortunately, you've got your wits about you pretty quickly, so you check your holes to avoid leaking all over your clothes, which you put on afterwards. There's just one more risk you need to take before leaving. The money. Good for you that @@.blue;Todd@@ actually threw his pants on the floor at some point during the evening. Moving closer, you pick through every pocket of the jeans, until you finally strike gold. Sifting through the wallet, you find $$400 in cash! He probably brought it as a backup strategy for when his rape plans wouldn't work. @@.gold;You're glad they did, though...@@ Just to fuck with him for putting you through this, you throw some of the cards out of the window and put the wallet back into his pants, maybe he won't even notice right away.<<set $cash += 400>> Looks like you have everything taken care off. Not wanting to risk waking that @@.gold;lovely@@ guy up, [[you head home.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]\ \ <<else>><<set $quiz3 = 1>>However, that doesn't help you much. @@.blue;Todd@@ quickly moves to your back and wraps his right arm around your waist. Damn, how is his right arm so strong? You're absolutely unable to escape his grasp by sheer force, you keep pulling but he doesn't budge an inch. Just as he's pulling you onto his lap, your struggling earns you a lucky hit, your elbow connecting right with his chin, knocking him backwards. <strong>Yes</strong>, this is your chance! You make a run for it and on the way out, grab the money @@.blue;Todd@@ left on the table near the entrance. Sucks that you got undressed at one point during the evening, because you sure didn't have time to get dressed in such an elaborate outfit while fleeing. So here you are, standing naked in a corner of the lobby, heaving and exhausted, counting the money you snatched. @@.gold;"ONE-HUNDRED DOLLARS?!"@@, you nearly blurt out. The agreed upon amount was $$300. This bastard planned not only tried to rape you, but also to rip you off. Which leaves you with the next problem.<<set $cash += 100>> Getting home. Naked. This is going to be great. The silver lining here is probably that it's late enough for the streets to be fairly empty, and your apartment being close enough to the hotel. Regardless, you get a fair amount of cars passing you by and honking, despite you hurrying up to get back home. Taking a bus would probably have been faster, but you definitely weren't comfortable riding it naked. Receiving so much male attention for your @@.gold;sexy@@ body has left you @@.gold;quite flushed@@.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> When you set foot into your apartment, the realisation that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> only gave you the one outfit immediately dawns on you. You can't go naked for the whole remainder of the week... before you can even consider possible solutions, a voice appears in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Looking good,"@@ it sneers.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Sexy bitch! *teehee*,"@@ it celebrates.<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Interesting style choice,"@@ it mocks you.<<endif>> Of course, her. This can only go wrong. \ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Don't worry, I saw what happened and already had your wardrobe re-stocked with the same piece you chose. Wouldn't want you deprived of your dress of choice. You'll just owe me a little favour<<if $quizLost is 1 or $quizLost2 is 1>>, but you know how that feels already<<endif>>,"@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ announces.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I saw totally everything and super quickly snuck into your mansion to put the same clothes into your wardrobe again. You loved them so much, I didn't want to disappoint you! But now you owe me, like, tons. You'll have a chance to get even soon, don't worry,"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ announces cheerfully.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"No need to be afraid, I saw your little predicament and acted accordingly. Your wardrobe has been restocked with the outfit of your choice. Don't rack your brain over how you're going to repay this debt, I'll come up with something soon,"@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@ delights in telling you.<<endif>> Fantastic. Can't wait to see how that plays out. Anyway, you've [[arrived home|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]] after quite a shitty day.<<endif>>

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ @@.blue;"Present yourself"@@, he demands next. You catch on to what he means. Fiddling with your clothes, you free up access to your crotch, trying your best to stay on your knees, and lean backwards once you're done. <<if $penis is 1>>Spotting your @@.gold;cute@@ dick, he asks: @@.blue;"You one of those Thai Ladyboys, huh?"@@ That statement catches you off-guard. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"N-no, I- not!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"N-no, I'm not!"@@<<endif>>, you nervously blurt out in a rush, and you're glad that's all that comes out of your mouth. Because in your head, the next words were: @@.gold;"I'm Japanese!"@@ These fucking chokers are chipping away at the last vestiges of your identity and it only gets worse the more flustered you feel. @@.blue;"Sure you're not"@@, @@.blue;Dominic@@ seemingly agrees with your protest. You still glare at him defiantly. @@.blue;"Tell you what, I heard you Orientals are phenomenal cocksuckers."@@ Again, you want to protest pretty much that entire sentence, but he waves you off, and you just meekly quiet down. @@.blue;"So you get over here and suck me off. If you're bad at it, I'll believe every word you say"@@, he pauses a moment, @@.blue;"but if you're good, that tells me you're nothing more than@@ @@.gold;a devious, cock-crazed whore@@@@.blue;, just like I thought"@@, he grins. Hmm, @@.gold;you can't find anything wrong with that logic, sounds fair.@@ You scoot closer to him and look up. @@.blue;Dom@@ still has a grin on his face and nods down at you. So you comply and start rubbing his crotch while you undo his belt and pants. @@.gold;Thai ladyboy, you can't believe it...@@ @@.blue;"Woah, never had a chick so enthusiastic she started trying to get me off before even undoing my pants. Off to a good start, sweetcheeks"@@, he compliments you from above. Before you can help yourself, you dreamily stare into his eyes and smile, but suppress it quickly. You have a point to prove here, concentrate! So you go back to rubbing his crotch and undressing him. Just because he pointed it out doesn't mean you'll change your behaviour, you make your own choices. @@.gold;You go girl!@@ Finally, you made it. @@.blue;Dom@@'s cock flops out of his pants and in front of your face. It's not huge, neither the biggest one you've seen so far, but definitely a respectable size, above average.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so -ig!"@@<<else>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so big!"@@<<endif>>, it escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself. Nervous, you look up to gauge his reaction, and you can see the same confident smile raining down on you. You're not doing much to disprove his theory so far and he seems to know it. @@.gold;Who cares, get to work sweetie!@@ Good idea. Continuing your stroking, you simultaneously take @@.blue;Dom@@ into your mouth and get to sucking. He's big enough that you're going to need your hands to help you for the most part, and he seems to appreciate it enough. Actually, he's up for a reward, he's complimented you again and again tonight. So you move your hands from his rod to his balls, and start massaging them gently. In addition, you look up into his eyes right before shoving yourself further down his cock slowly, producing a gurgling, gagging sound until your lips touch his pelvis. Looking up helps you take the dick all the way into your throat, and enables you to see @@.blue;Dom@@ looking up in reaction to your ministrations too, moaning loudly. @@.gold;Oh my, he's loving it, I must be doing a great job.@@ Is that really what you want? It must be, why else would you be doing it... Confirming this sentiment, @@.blue;Dom@@ starts resting his right hand gently on the back of your head, making you feel @@.gold;warm and fuzzy@@, even more than the exciting, enticing bobbing of your head already does. And just as you thought you couldn't love this more, the hand laying on your head tenses up and pushes you enough for your nose to make contact with his pelvis once again, easily. A familiar twitch. Then the flood gates are opened and waves of white cream are pumped straight into your stomach, only adding to all the warm feelings right now. What are these feelings? It's not just sexual pleasure, you're feeling safe and sheltered in @@.blue;Dominic@@'s presence, you have a hard time imagining yourself leaving. But for now, it's much more pleasant to bathe in the pure pleasure of the situation, and your lover seems to follow that path as well. You both sit down in front of the bed, leaning against it, both utterly satisfied. @@.blue;"Shit, girl"@@, @@.blue;Dom@@ blurts out after a good minute of catching his breath. @@.blue;"I said you look like a good cocksucker, but you're a motherfucking champion!"@@ You blush and ejaculate furiously on your thighs upon having your dicksucking skills complimented. This seems to happen to you a lot, maybe it's time to take @@.gold;pride@@ in your whoring ability. He reminds you of the 'agreement' you two made before you got started. @@.blue;"Guess you have some skills not even you were aware of. Seems like I was right."@@ Is he, though? [[Maybe he is?|Week 3, Day 1 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover][$thaiName = 1, $firstname = "Kamlai"]] You certainly <em>feel</em> Thai, now that he reminds you... [[No, he's being crazy.|Week 3, Day 1 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover]] Thai Ladyboy? What a douchebag. <hr> <strong>Out-of-Character, spoiler(ish) warning:</strong> If you answer this in the affirmative, it <em>will</em> lock you out of some choices later! If you are unsure whether you want to take that risk, <strong>save</strong> the game here.\ \ <<else>>He inspects your @@.gold;beautiful@@ cleft with a testing glance. @@.blue;"You're a pretty cute girl"@@, he compliments you. Your cheeks redden noticeably. @@.blue;"How come a girl that pretty goes into a racket like this one?"@@ How much you wish you had an answer to that question. Since telling him is hardly an option, you just furrow your eyebrows adorably and shrug subtly. @@.blue;"Well, I certainly won't complain to have you here, gorgeous."@@ Oh please just stop. It's almost belittling now, @@.gold;and that's exactly what's starting to get you wet@@. @@.blue;Dominic@@ throws you two scrunchies. Or hair ties, or whatever you call them. You pick them up and shoot him a questioning glance. @@.blue;"Get prepared. Pigtails. One to the left, one to the right, I'm sure you know the drill."@@ Actually, you don't, but it is a pretty cute look for a girl, so @@.gold;you can't wait@@--it makes sense. You take care parting your hair and grabbing the most of one side, threading it through one of the scrunchies. Then take the rest of it and fasten it with the other one. That was way easier than you imagined, which is creeping you out. Turning your head, you lock eyes with your reflection in a nearby mirror. The sight turns your unease into a shiver of arousal. @@.blue;"Great, you can follow orders too. We're going to get along just fine, I think"@@, you heard from behind you, @@.blue;"but if you want to make sure, how about you move your mouth a little closer to me?"@@ Wow, subtle. Still, this is what he's paying for, and this is what he'll get. You scoot closer to him and look up. @@.blue;Dom@@ has a grin on his face and nods down at you. So you comply and start rubbing his crotch while you undo his belt and pants. @@.blue;"Woah, never had a chick so enthusiastic she started trying to get me off before even undoing my pants. Off to a good start, sweetcheeks"@@, he compliments you from above. Before you can help yourself, you dreamily stare into his eyes and smile, but suppress it quickly. Snap out of it! This is your job, why are you feeling like this? Okay, concentrate on the job at hand. You continue to fumble the zipper and belt on @@.blue;Dominic@@'s pants until you're finally face-to-face with his dick flopping against your forehead, causing you to @@.gold;giggle@@. It's not the biggest one you've seen so far, but above average for sure. Certainly bigger than any dick size you used to sport before.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so -ig!"@@<<else>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so big!"@@<<endif>>, it escapes your mouth. Obviously, @@.blue;Dom@@ likes to hear that, smiles at you confidently and you think it's time to start putting some real work in. With a dick that big in front of you, just your mouth might not suffice though, especially with your choker not helping train <em>these</em> skills at the moment. So your hands will have to help out, jerking the base, while your lips are sealing tightly around the shaft, bobbing up and down. You're getting good at this! However, @@.blue;Dom@@ seems to think you could be doing better. You feel hands grabbing your pigtails, holding them tightly. In reaction, you peer up at him with a confused look on your face, yet not ceasing to pleasure his cock. He breathes in deeply and smiles back at you. @@.gold;Looks like he really likes eye contact during a blowjob, good to know.@@ But it's more than that, as he makes clear a moment later. @@.blue;Dom@@ suddenly uses his grip on your hair to thrust you down his dick, your lips pushing your hands off his shaft. Having taken you by surprise, you cough and sputter a little around his cock, and he lets you off to catch your breath a second. Literally only a second though, before you are impaled on the hard rod once again, all the way down. @@.blue;"Always keep two scrunchies with me when I know I'll have a wild night. Those@@ @@.gold;fuckhandles@@ @@.blue;of yours are both sexy and useful, aren't they?"@@ @@.gold;Sure are... You're learning a lot today.@@ And you're going to learn what @@.blue;Dom@@'s seed tastes like, because he's pulling you so far down that your nose is touching his pelvis again, his cock twitching the moment it enters your throat for good. Good is exactly how you feel, and drunkenly looking at @@.blue;Dom@@ tells you he had a wonderful time too. Actually, he tells you so quite literally too. @@.blue;"Damn girl, you looked like a terrific cocksucker, but I had no idea!"@@, he praises your skills, which you take @@.gold;great pride@@ in. It's not time to relax just yet though, [[there's still some work to be done.|Week 3, Day 1 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover]] He doesn't pay you that much money for one single blowjob.<<endif>>

<<if $thaiName is 1>>Yeah, sure, of course you're Thai, right? Your beautiful tan skin and slanted eyes seem to indicate exactly that. If only you could get your skin closer to a porcelain white, like all the women in cosmetics ads back home. At least the locals seem to like a tan, but you find yourself criticising it on occasion, and trying to avoid catching too much sun in the summer. <<endif>><<if $penis is 1>>Still, you've got work left to do. But it's not up to you. Again, @@.blue;Dom@@ insists on being in charge, @@.gold;just like you want it@@.<<else>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>Just like he did for the rest of the evening, @@.blue;Dominic@@ is eager to take the reins.<<endif>> He surprises you by unveiling he brought a crazy arrange of bondage equipment along, and you've got a feeling he's not waiting for you to restrain him. Turns out, your intuition was correct. The is going to be a long evening. First, he straps you into something that [[binds your arms|armbinder]] behind your back. It's a weird sort of restraint, but the leather feels pretty @@.gold;sexy@@ against your skin. Easily being able to handle you from behind, your <<if $penis is 1>>rear<<else>>pussy<<endif>> is next to @@.gold;serve its purpose@@. Your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<else>>slit<<endif>> is being used and abused, with @@.blue;Dom@@ exploiting the leverage he has over you by always having your arms under control. It's not really necessary though, you're quite content with your @@.gold;role@@. By the time he's finished with you from behind, and looking forward to use the next piece of equipment, you're pretty out of it already. This is exhausting, and you're giving him @@.gold;your all@@. He fastens something around your mouth and the back of your head. When it's secured, he forces your lips apart, and your teeth on a round piece of metal. By the time he's finished, you sluggishly realise you can no longer bite down or close your mouth, causing you to drool uncontrollably. <center>[img[images/ringgag.jpg]]</center> @@.blue;Dom@@ moves to make use of this next compromising situation. Even if you wanted to, resisting would be impossible. @@.gold;Good thing you're loving it then.@@ Since your lips are immobile, your throat is seeing a lot more use than the first time, not that you mind. In your current dazed state, your gag reflex is out of the picture anyway, making this whole act easier, in fact. Your throat is massaging the rod pistoning in and out of it, forming a tight seal around it. Through your training with your cumslut choker and your almost drugged state of dizziness, you have an easy time getting the best out of @@.blue;Dom@@. @@.gold;His seed.@@ Eventually he starts to get tired and shoots another respectable load into your stomach, just about when your throat is so numb you can barely swallow your saliva even after getting rid of the ring gag. @@.gold;With how much cum you've got in your belly, who needs spit anyway?@@ <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> Seems like that's it for the night. When it comes to the money, @@.blue;Dominic@@ turns out to be a stand-up guy. The deal was $$300, but he actually gives you a whopping $$600 cash!<<set $cash += 600>> @@.blue;"Never had a girl as good as you, and I like to reward that. I sincerely hope you stick with this whoring thing, I'd hate for this to be farewell."@@ Even after having come down off your @@.gold;cock trance@@ you feel deeply flattered. You give him a grateful, adorable peck on the cheek, [[before taking your leave with a heavy heart.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]] He took such great care of you, it's tough to imagine you might never see him again.

<center>[img[images/armbinder.jpg]]</center> <<back>>

<<set $cosplaystages = 1>>@@.blue;Takahiro@@ looks so adorable, squirming at your sight. @@.gold;Not as cute as you though!@@ His discomfort obvious, you try to ease him into it and more importantly, attempt to get into the role. Not like you have a lot of experience playing a sexy nurse. @@.gold;It's up to you to change that, honey!@@ @@.gold;"How are we feeling today?"@@, you start off simple, moving towards him, your hands clasped together in front of you. @@.blue;"G-good"@@, is the even simpler answer. You smile warmly at him. @@.gold;"That's great"@@, you come even closer and slightly push him, to sit on the bed. @@.gold;"Why not just have a seat, and we'll see if we can't make you feel even better though. Examination comes first. Let's get your pants off for that."@@ That's exactly how you continue, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants while he sits on the front edge of the mattress. He sure appreciates you bending over right in front of him, your @@.gold;tits@@ pushed up almost into his face. His pants soon go flying into a corner of the room. @@.gold;"That's better! Now let's get a good look"@@, you tease him while dropping to your knees. @@.gold;You're a natural, you're getting into this quite easily.@@ @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s dick invades your mouth just as simply. With practiced ease, you pull out every stop to fellate him perfectly, your tongue swirling around his length at lightning speeds, your eyes fixed on @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s, and a barely noticeable smile on your spread lips. You don't want to finish him with a blowjob though, he deserves a little better. Ejecting his dick from your mouth, you smile up at him, pull your corset down a bit, and envelop his rod with your tits. @@.gold;"Feel better yet?"@@, you ask him. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ doesn't manage more than exclamations of pleasure, making you @@.gold;giggle@@. You grab your jugs and press them together. Briefly, you think about how nice and soft they must feel for <em>him</em>, almost jealous. But those thoughts are gone as quickly as the sperm shooting from his testicles into his dick, and from there on your chin and all over your face. The hot strings adorning you have you heating up in all kinds of places, your face least of all. <<set $submissiveness += 3>> @@.blue;Takahiro@@ seems to have enjoyed it immensely, and why wouldn't he? After calming down a bit, he fetches his wallet unasked, and hands you $$200<<set $cash += 200>>. However, he says he has another costume, and could go for a more... direct approach. He glances down<<if $penis is 1>>, and you get that he means to hint at your rear<<elseif $penis is 0>> at your pussy<<endif>>. There'd be another $$100 in it for you, he announces. Do you... [[...take the offer?|Week 3, Day 1 - Super Sexing Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]] [[...refuse the offer?|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

<<set $cosplaystages = 2>><center>[img[images/psylocke.jpg]] [img[images/psylocke2.jpg]]</center> Oh my, now that's taking it to another level. You're not sure who this character is, however you <em>are</em> sure you'd be covered in semen at any nerd-filled convention you'd hit in this outfit. Actually, the 'covered in semen' part is still quite likely to happen. Taking the costume and holding it up to your body, you can tell it will be a tight fit, but that looks like an intentional design philosophy. Once you manage to press yourself inside it, you're quite certain that the agency had something to do with this costume, or maybe even <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> herself. No other way that this thing fits you like it was moulded over your body. Hands grabbing your breasts from behind quickly take you out of your thoughts and a moan escapes your lips. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ is clearly getting more confident, and you're @@.gold;loving@@ it. Or perhaps you just look too @@.gold;hot@@ for him to control himself. Either way, you feel exactly the same, and can't wait to get off after working yourself up quite nicely during the nurse roleplay. You push yourself into @@.blue;Takahiro@@, his rock-hard dick slipping up and down between your ass-cheeks. <<if $penis is 1>>His pre-cum will make for nice lube<<if $asslube is 1>>, not that you need any help with that nowadays<<endif>>.<<endif>> Just as unexpectedly as the mammal molestation, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ suddenly puts his forearm across your shoulder blades and pushes you down forcefully, landing face first, bent over the bed. <<if $penis is 1>>You squeak in surprise and your sphincter clenches in arousal<<elseif $penis is 0>>You squeak in surprise and feel your snatch lubricating in arousal<<endif>>. @@.gold;Unable to resist a strong man's wishes@@, you feel the part of the costume covering your genitals being pushed to the side, and you elect to help. You take the fabric out of @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s hands so he can focus on @@.gold;controlling you@@. He rests his erection on your entrance, and one hand on your back, affectionately rubbing and patting you. Finally, he enters, and you reward him with a loud, but breathy sigh. It seems he interpreted your moan @@.gold;correctly@@, and makes a show of ploughing you thoroughly. Constantly rising, the volume of your moans echoes in the sparse hotel room, with @@.blue;Takahiro@@ kneading the flesh of your ass every now and then, much to your pleasure. Sooner than you expected, you orgasm, <<if $penis is 1>>shooting sperm all over the bed<<elseif $penis is 0>>your moans peaking in intensity as you do<<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>, and @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s seed is soon unloaded into you. Clearly he enjoyed it as much as you did, both of you coming off an incredible orgasm. You're happy you could blow off some steam, you definitely would've been pressed for sex if you had gone home before really giving your client a show. However, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ found some confidence in the end... and maybe a bit too much for you. <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> He definitely seems grateful for the night you spent with him, and hands you your well-earned $$100.<<set $cash += 100>> @@.blue;"Arigato"@@, he says with a smile, and most surprisingly, eye contact. Maybe you really helped him with his self-esteem here, although it'll probably be nothing more than a temporary boost. @@.gold;It isn't temporary if you keep fucking him, you know...@@ Anyway, you're not a therapist, and are just happy that you made good money tonight. You thank him as well and [[return home.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]] Actually, there is one last proposal @@.blue;Takahiro@@ has in mind. This one would pay... another five-hundred bucks?! He says he likes you, so as a warning, he wants you to be prepared for something quite extraordinary... how ominous. And apparently he's not willing to be any clearer; this is all the information you get. [[Take his mysterious offer?|Week 3, Day 1 - Oh My Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]]

<<set $cosplaystages = 3>><<set $superheroFetish = 1>><<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<if $superheroClothing is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">><<endif>>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> You can't tell where this character originated from, but you can't imagine it in any sort of freely available comic book. Probably straight out of porn. @@.gold;And it looks real natural on you!@@ You're grateful the windows are closed, or you'd freeze your <<if $penis is 1>>balls<<elseif $penis is 0>>umm... labia (?)<<endif>> off. Honouring @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s wishes though, you start putting it on, once again surprised at the tight, precise fit to your proportions. First the panties, then the thigh-highs. The heels, the "tube top" and the tiny jacket, and finally, the cute hairband. Once dressed, you're getting quite excited by your sight, which means the costume is working as intended. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ steps closer though, holding a small piece of fabric. A choker... He realises that you're already wearing one, and seemingly understands -- or recalls? -- that this part of your wardrobe does not come off. He proceeds to fiddle with the thing a bit, before he presents you with just the red pendant that was attached to it. Not bothering to wait for your approval, he attaches it to your @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@ choker, but you raise your chin to give him easier access, not seeing why you shouldn't. As the *click* of the pendant seems to reverberate through the room despite its small size, an indescribable shiver runs through your body. <center>[img[images/TsubomiChoker.png]]</center> In response, you touch it with concern. You look so pretty in the costume... But that wasn't just a cold shiver, was it? @@.blue;"I don't think that will come off"@@, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ chimes in. You can't think of anything to do but gasp at this announcement and look stumped, with your mouth hanging open, speechless. Apparently, that's all the invitation that your partner needs, because he grapples you to the ground and enters your mouth right away. Quickly, you find you're getting into a rhythm after so much activity in one evening. Deepthroating @@.blue;Takahiro@@ comes so naturally now, it's barely more challenging than taking a breath. Quite enthusiastic to get him off -- after all, consider how much he's willing to pay for you -- you start out with quite a speed and thrust to your sucking. But you're stopped midway through. As much as you can tell @@.blue;Takahiro@@ enjoyed it, he understandably expects more than a BJ for this kind of money. Once again, <<if $penis is 1>>your sphincter<<elseif $penis is 0>>your pussy<<endif>> has to pay the price. @@.gold;Oh come on, you know you'll love it@@. At the very least your body seems to think so, since you're already on auto-pilot, bumping up and down your client's rod, bent over the bed, your @@.gold;massive@@ ass slapping loudly and lewdly against his hips with every thrust. Even @@.blue;Takahiro@@ is starting to breathe heavily and emit some audible grunts. Poor fellow probably isn't used to this kind of workload. You figure he'll live. You feel very much alive as well. Never would you have imagined you would have as many orgasms as you did in one single evening. <<if $penis is 1>>Your equipment might still be male, but you truly fuck like a @@.gold;whore@@.<<elseif $penis is 0>>Going for a real pussy has paid off tenfold already, you can't imagine yourself ever stopping, you @@.gold;whore@@.<<endif>> Sadly, the reality of things is that you have to, or at least @@.blue;Takahiro@@ has to. Knowing the choker, you probably <em>could</em> go on forever. @@.gold;What an excellent idea!@@ But eventually, you feel the familiar hot rush of seed invading your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>slit<<endif>> and your lover topples over onto your back, the both of you just awkwardly half-lying on the bed. You're okay with that though, a little bit of rest would do wonders even for you. <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> Even with an amount this high, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ willingly pays up before you could even relax some more.<<set $cash += 500>> Interesting to see how much cash he brought. And how many outfits... The costume! You almost forgot, you need to return it. Take it off... That thought is utterly repulsive to you, you find yourself unable to take off even one of the gloves. Your flinching doesn't go unnoticed, and @@.blue;Takahiro@@ allows you to keep it. @@.gold;How nice of him, this is even more exciting than the other clothes!@@ You thank him kindly for the wonderful evening and take your leave, walking back home in your lovely new attire. As you do, a voice manifests in your head. Who else could it be but <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Hey girl! Wow, what a show that was tonight, unbelievable"@@, she @@.gold;praises@@ you. @@.red;"But what I find even more unbelievable is that you would let a client of my choice put more jewelry on your neck."@@ More jewelry? What is she talking about? Your hand shoots toward your neck. The pendant! Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.red;"Yep, the company was asking whether I could be bothered to help them test something new they had in the works. Gotta pay the bills, you know? Apparently, this newest experiment is aimed to infuse specific fetishes into little additions to chokers, like the pendant your wearing. This particular piece of art is related to the most recent entry in your wardrobe. Have fun trying to get out of that thing, because if the pendant's working right, you won't want to take it off for any but two reasons: waste disposal and semen intake. Even then it only really affects your panties. It just has a certain special quality, having sex half-dressed. But who am I telling that?"@@ You can practically see the wide grin on her face. @@.red;"Of course we can't expect you to wear that until the end of days. Thirty minutes in and it'd probably be coated in semen, sweat and saliva, knowing you. So we'll get you enough of these to have at least one ready to go at all times. Sound good? I bet it does... Have to run, busy day. Enjoy!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hey@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! So you really totally went for it, huh?"@@ You're not quite sure what she's getting at. @@.bunny;"I mean, I know you were super into slutting around, but putting that on your neck after being all fussy about that kind of stuff..."@@ What is she... the pendant! Much like earlier, your hand shoots up at your neck, as if uncertain whether the jewel could've disappeared somehow. Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.bunny;"It's some new sparkly thing. I don't really get it, but the nice lady said, it's really useful to, like, switch things out and stuff. Anyway, they aren't totally sure if it works, but if it does, you'll fall in love with your outfit forever! You're only ever gonna take it off for peeing and stuff, or for fun time *giggle*"@@ @@.bunny;"Of course you can't wear one outfit every day. Clothes are the best part of being a girl! So I got you some outfits to change into if ya wanna wash this one. That's pretty much all, I guess. Keep going@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you're being so slutty, I'm sure we'll be spending loooooooots more time together! See yaaa!"@@, and that's it.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good to see you again, dear. I must say I am a bit surprised to find out you so readily accept new jewelry after all we've been through."@@ What? What's she on about? The pendant, right! Your hand shoots up at your neck, as if to check whether it's still there. Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.orange;"Oh yes, simply marvelous. I can't believe how this works every time. Regardless, you've already identified the reason for my little call. That pendant is not mere eye candy, as you seem to have figured out by now. The company was eager to get me to test it, so I thought, if you're going to make it this easy, why not? Looks like they want to make these fetishes easy to extend and swap."@@ Fetishes? @@.orange;"Like your new outfit?"@@ @@.gold;Hmmmmmm, <strong>yes</strong>!@@ @@.orange;"I hope you do, because you're not getting out of it. Well, obviously you can still take care of removing waste -- and perhaps attend to some other matters -- but you won't get out of that outfit otherwise."@@ She's right. You can feel it. The outfit becoming @@.gold;a part of you@@. You can't imagine ever taking it off again. @@.orange;"Of course, for practical reason, it wouldn't be sensible leaving you with only one of these, especially with your track record of seduction. So we've got your wardrobe stocked for almost any contingency, you'll enjoy being stuck in ridiculous clothes like these for the rest of your life. Oh, time flies, I've got other matters to attend to."@@ You could swear you hear her stomach growling at the end of that sentence. @@.orange;"As always, it was a real pleasure. Take care."@@ And with that, she's gone.<<endif>> Wow, the next thing you got yourself into. An apparently permanent fetish to extravagant, fetishised superhero costumes. It's true, you can feel it. The very idea to take off the outfit is absolutely repulsive to you. @@.gold;"At least you won't risk racking your brain over what to wear in the morning"@@, you joke to yourself, at this point you don't know how else to react to this kind of news. So it's probably best to just [[go home|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]] and forget about it.

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ \ He rushed forward with no warning, quickly shoving his bare cock into your exposed @@.gold;pussy@@. Grabbing a firm hold of your hips, @@.blue;Jim@@ pushes you face down on the bed, before thrusting @@.gold;balls deep@@ inside of you. Leaning over you, and not stopping his pounding for a second, he whispers in your ear. @@.blue;"Are you on the pill,@@ @@.gold;whore?"@@ Thinking back, you remember the pills that <<if $contraception3 is 1>>you bought from <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> â€“ the pills that you hope is going to spare you any more problems than you already have to cope with.<<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> offered you â€“ the pills which seem much more appealing now that thereâ€™s actually a dick in your hole.<<endif>> <<if $contraception3 is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Y-yes, I a-."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Y-yes, I am."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"No... I- not."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"No... Iâ€™m not."@@<<endif>><<endif>> <<if $contraception3 is 1>>@@.blue;Jim@@ stops for just a second, before countering, @@.blue;"Well, gonna have to work a bit harder than, huh?"@@<<else>>@@.blue;Jim@@ stops for just a second, before whispering one final word to you. â€œ@@.blue;Good.@@â€<<endif>> Immediately, he then goes on the offensive again, pounding against your (@@.gold;fertile?@@) cunt even harder than before. While you didnâ€™t get a good look before, you can tell that @@.blue;Jim@@ possesses one of the larger cocks youâ€™ve serviced, your pussy walls gripping tight around him as he pistons back and forth. @@.gold;What if... what if I can get pregnant?@@ The thought is quickly driven from your mind, however, as @@.blue;Jim@@ snakes a hand around to rub at your new @@.gold;clit@@, eliciting a sensual @@.gold;moan@@ from your swollen lips. Now more than ever youâ€™re pushing back against him, @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s trying to fit as much as possible inside you. Pretty quickly, the pleasure piled up overflows into a @@.gold;moaning orgasm@@, your legs shaking and @@.gold;cunt@@ twitching. This in turn seems to push @@.blue;Jim@@ closer to his limit, as he pushes into you harder than ever, the tip of his dick pressed right up against your cervix. @@.blue;"Beg for it... beg for my cum,@@ @@.gold;slut!"@@ You canâ€™t stop yourself, helpless before the dick inside of you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-lease! Do it inside, -reed me!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Please! Do it inside, breed me!"@@<<endif>> With a final grunt, @@.blue;Jim@@ came explosively, the inevitable wave of thick @@.gold;semen@@, pumped directly into your hot @@.gold;womb@@. Holding himself there, @@.blue;Jim@@ fires off round after round inside of you, gripping tighter to your hips each time. @@.gold;Now thatâ€™s what I call a creampie...@@ [img[images/crpi1.jpg]] Finally, he slowly pulls out of you, throwing a wad of bills onto the bed in front of you. @@.blue;"$300, as agreed."@@<<set $cash += 300>> Still pretty out of it, you shift your eyes to take a look at the money. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Yeah... looks a-out right..."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Yeah... looks about right..."@@<<endif>> Unsteadily, you start to get to your feet, but @@.blue;Jim@@ gently places a hand on your back, stopping you. @@.blue;"Although... for twice that again, Iâ€™ve got something else in mind..."@@ Apparently, your performance was so good, heâ€™s convinced that youâ€™ll be worth the money for this next part. He does, however, warn you that it might get a bit... intense. @@.gold;As if what you just did wasnâ€™t intense enough already.@@ Asking him for more information doesnâ€™t yield much, but he does say that <<if $contraception3 is 1>>he wouldnâ€™t place too much faith into your birth control after this<<else>>there's no way he's going to be paying child support after this<<endif>>. [[Accept his offer?|Week 3, Day 1 - Devouring Jim - Creampie Lover]] [[Or do you turn him down, and return home?|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]] @@.gold;I think Iâ€™ve had enough for today.@@

<<set $condomallergy = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 2>><<endif>>\ \ \ You think it over for a second, before nodding. @@.gold;"Iâ€™ll do it."@@ @@.blue;Jim@@ breaks out into a wide smile, @@.blue;"Brilliant! Now, you roll onto your back, let me just grab a couple of things."@@ Obeying him, you slowly roll over, your legs still dangling off the edge of the bed, as @@.gold;jizz@@ slowly starts to leak out of you. The first thing that @@.blue;Jim@@ brings over to you is one of the pillows from the bed, which he places under your arse, angling your crotch toward the ceiling and stopping any more @@.gold;cum@@ from escaping. @@.gold;I should remember that one...@@ Taking a small blister pack out of his pocket, he pops out two of the pills and quickly dry swallows them. At your questioning look, he only gestures to his rapidly hardening dick. @@.blue;"Keeps me hard, and keeps me cumming!"@@ @@.gold;Ooh, brilliant!@@ Practically wriggling in anticipation, you gasp as @@.blue;Jim@@ presses himself up against your sloppy, and still very sensitive, pussy. @@.blue;"Now then, letâ€™s see how much more your little cunt can take..."@@ Grabbing onto your hips again, he slides inside of you even more easily this time, and you realise something else. As youâ€™re facing him this time, you can see the look on his face â€“ almost predatory, and very @@.gold;dominating@@, although youâ€™re not really very hard to dominate. You really are nothing but a @@.gold;whore@@ to him, a life support system for your wet cunt. @@.gold;I was wrong... heâ€™s definitely done this before.@@ Looking further down, you almost immediately cum from what you see, as your stomach is bulging in time with @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s thrusts; it seems that your smaller stature is having more of an effect on your physiology though, as all you feel is increasing waves of pleasure from the increased stretching. Almost too soon, @@.blue;Jim@@ tenses up again, another forceful ejaculation finding itself deep inside your @@.gold;love tunnel@@, triggering your second orgasm of the night. Before you have time to come down from it though, @@.blue;Jim@@ quickly starts up again, still as hard as ever. @@.gold;OMG, those pills are amazing!@@ Without being asked this time, you start begging again, wanting nothing more than a fresh batch of jizz inside of you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-oooore, I neeeed it... ahn~... e--ty your -alls inside -e!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mo-ore, I neeeed it... ahn~... empty your balls into me!"@@<<endif>> @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s third load of cum quickly follows, along with another orgasm of yours, with which you show your earlier talent of squirting violently over his abs. Completely ignoring it, @@.blue;Jim@@ still doesnâ€™t let up, as he reaches into his pocket for a second time. Still dick-dumb, it takes you a second to see what heâ€™s holding up. [img[images/sperm_pendant.jpg]] @@.blue;"Iâ€™m going to put this on that choker of yours nowâ€¦ apparently itâ€™ll help you like this sort of thing even more."@@<<set $creampiePendant = 1>> Flashes of worry go through your mind, but youâ€™re having trouble focussing on why putting a pendant of a sperm cell on your magic collar might be a bad idea. As he leans forward over your body, @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s cock takes on a deeper angle inside of you as you cum once again, so you hardly notice the surprisingly loud *click* of the pendant attaching to your choker. A deep shiver runs through you, from your neck down to concentrate on your warm @@.gold;prick-holster@@, which explodes again in pleasure when @@.blue;Jim@@ fills you up for a fourth time, each time feeling even thicker and more potent than the last. [img[images/crpi2.jpg]] Finally, he withdraws from your battered slit, your upturned position still working to keep the mass of baby-batter dripping into your womb. @@.gold;Exactly as it should.@@ Fetching his wallet, @@.blue;Jim@@ retrieves six crisp $$100 bills, before shoving them crudely into your cum drenched hole, where they act as a makeshift (and very expensive) plug.<<set $cash += 600>> @@.blue;Jim@@ doesnâ€™t say anything more to you, leaving your womb to marinade in his @@.gold;nut-butter@@ as he quickly redresses himself and leaves. @@.gold;I hope I see him again...@@ Soon enough, you gather the energy (and motivation) to get up from the bed, where you surprisingly made very little mess. It seems that @@.blue;Jim@@ was very good at getting all of his cum where he wanted â€“ and the wad of bills stuck in your cunt was going to stay there until you got home to a shower. @@.gold;No point letting anything go to waste!@@ On the journey home, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>â€™s voice rings out in your head.\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>\ @@.red;"Dear lord, that was rough. Four loads in one evening, all by one client. Keep going like this and you're going to surpass me during my best days."@@ You blush, not sure whether out of embarrassment or shy pride. @@.red;"Quite daunting too, go on like you are and no birth control on the planet can save you from pregnancy." "Speaking of birth control, I'm sure you can't wait to hear what your new accessory does!"@@ Reaching up, you touch the silver pendant with one hand, as a shiver focuses on your crotch again, feeling a bit too good for your tastes. @@.red;"Oh, I hope you didn't think this gift was purely cosmetic. No, even though I doubt your clients will offer it, you should decline condoms from now on, for your own sake. The reaction to it... well, I suppose it's in the eye of the beholder, I'm sure you would revel in the feeling, after your performance tonight."@@ She chuckles characteristically and takes her leave, so to speak.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>\ @@.bunny;"Like, oh-em-gee,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, that was sooo hot! I canâ€™t believe youâ€™ve got 4 yummy loads of cum just sittinâ€™ inside of you right this second! Iâ€™m so jealous! Anyways, I just looove the new addition to your choker, Iâ€™m kinda surprised you went for it so eagerly!"@@ Reaching up, you touch the silver pendant with one hand, as a shiver focuses on your crotch again. @@.gold;Yep, Iâ€™m not even going to try and take this thing off.@@ @@.bunny;"Now, you probably wanna know what it does, and I thiiiink it stops you from using icky condoms. I mean, whoâ€™d even do that anyway? But ya, itâ€™s all bareback from now on! Anâ€™ if your coochie DOES work, then youâ€™re gonna be preggers in no time! Yay! Anyway, I gotta go anâ€™ do some boring stuff now. Buh-bye!"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>\ @@.orange;"Good to see you keep working hard, dear. I'm not surprised that you've so readily sold yourself, but to that extent... I must say I did not expect that. To think we spent so much time talking about birth control, if you keep going like this, you won't have to waste another thought on it."@@ She finishes the sentence with a throaty chuckle. @@.orange;"On that topic, your options are going to be limited from now on. I would strongly advise not letting your numerous customers put on condoms, if you should ever find somebody who wants to. That cute little pendant that you so greedily acquired will make sure the experience would be... a little too pleasant, even for you. But don't take my word for it, I won't complain if you're looking for empirical evidence. In fact, I expect and await it gleefully. See you then."@@<<endif>> More disastrous news. It's hard for you to feel anything about it really. As if the humiliation from the shape of this pendant wasn't enough, of course it has to magically force some sort of allergy to condoms onto you. [[You walk back home|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]], hoping you don't have to seriously contemplate pregnancy.

@@.blue;"You like that you little slut?"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ pants hotly above you as he squeezes and rubs your butt cheeks together. His index finger slides between them and rubs your little anal star in a circle. He traces the circle, adding a gentle pressure but not yet pushing it in. After a moment, he pulls his hand away and steps back to look at you. @@.blue;"Fuck, you got a great ass! I want to see it bounce!"@@ He turns you around, and then reclines back into a chair. @@.blue;"Shake it for me baby!"@@ You lean forward and jut your ass back at @@.blue;Frankie@@, then begin to shake your hips. You jiggle your ass back and forth in front of him, swaying from side to side seductively. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Like this? You want -e to twerk it -or you?â€@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Like this? You want me to twerk it for you?â€@@<<endif>> You giggle as your round, feminine ass brushes over his face as you bounce it too close. @@.blue;Frankie@@ reaches into his pants and fishes out his cock, which is already rock hard. He begins to stroke it furiously as he enjoys the show. @@.blue;"Oh yeah, keep dancing baby! Make that ass move!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ licks his lips, and then presses his face tight against your ass. His wet tongue slobbers over your ass cheeks as they move from side to side across his face. You moan whorishly as you feel his tongue brush over your ass hole, licking it all over. Getting lost in the pleasure makes you feel somewhat guilty, this shouldn't be that good, nothing even happened yet. Soon those thoughts are gone though as the excitement of performing for him overtakes you. Youâ€™re eagerly grinding your ass into his face and tongue as he licks you out. @@.blue;"Fuck it, I gotta have that ass. What do you think, girl? You ready for some extra cash to let me split open that tight ass for you?"@@ You've already made 200 bucks, but a little more doesn't sound that bad. And you can't deny that you feel quite excited by now...<<set $cash += 200>><<set $submissiveness += 4>> [[Let him split you open like a coconut.|Week 3, Day 1 - Super Sexing Frankie - Ass Lover]] [[Back out.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

<<set $asslube = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh yes, -lease!"@@ You groan out. @@.gold;"-ut it dee- inside -e!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh yes, please!"@@ You groan out. @@.gold;"Put it deep inside me!"@@<<endif>> @@.blue;Frankie@@ is quick to oblige. He leaps to his feet and presses his throbbing cock against your ass. The feeling of that thick, pulsating meat makes you quiver. He pushes you over to the table and bends you over. Your ass is already slick from his spit, so he wastes no time in lining up the bulbous head of his cock with your anal ring. One hand pulls your ass cheeks apart as the other takes hold of his cock. He begins to press it forward, groaning as the head sinks inside your body. @@.blue;"Oh hell yes! Fuck, you Asians got tight asses!"@@ A tremor of pleasure runs through you as you glow at his compliment. Maybe being an Asian Whore isnâ€™t so bad? Your arms fan out across the table as you try and relax yourself to take him even deeper inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Uuugh, thank you! Oh your -ig white cock -eels so good in -y ass! -ush it dee-er! <em>Dee-er</em>!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mmm, thank you! Oh your big white cock feels so good in my ass! Push it deeper! <em>Deeper</em>!"@@<<endif>> You plead with him as you raise your hips, impaling yourself on his cock in your impatience to get it all the way inside. Where did that come from? Spurred on by your eagerness, @@.blue;Frankie@@ slaps both hands on your ass and grips tight, and then yanks you back hard while he launches forward. The entirety of the thick girth slams inside you, stretching out your anal passage and filling your rectum up completely as he slides inside. You toss your head back and moan as the thick shaft hilts itself deep in your body. Youâ€™ve never felt so full before. You work your hips from side to side, stirring the dick inside you. The girth is quick to stretch out your walls, loosening the back passage to make it even easier for him to move in and out. CRACK! All of a sudden, @@.blue;Frankie@@ spanks you sharply on the ass. The sudden assault makes you clench up tightly around his cock and squeeze it firmly inside yourself. @@.blue;"Oh yeah thatâ€™s it, squeeze my dick! Just like that!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ smacks you again, and then again. Each time his hand impacts your feminine butt, you clamp around his thick member. @@.blue;Frankie@@ continues to spank you, making your light brown ass start to flush and sting. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Ah! Oh! Ow! Uugh!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Ah! Oh! Ow! Mmm!"@@<<endif>> You release a high pitched squeal as @@.blue;Frankie@@ spanks your bottom. You canâ€™t help but dance beneath his hand, grinding even harder into his shaft and squeezing it more firmly. After a few moments he smacks you one last time, and then tightly grips your hips, holding you steady as he starts to thrust. @@.blue;"Thatâ€™s it, take it right up your tight little ass!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ grunts gutturally as he pumps his hips in and out of you. The hot walls of your ass cling tightly to his cock, hugging every vein and contour of the shaft as he pounds it in and out. His hips are already moving in a blur, and you can tell it wonâ€™t be long before he starts cumming. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Ah! Yes! Thank you, sir! Gi-e -e your -ig dick! -uck -e harder!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Ah! Yes! Thank you, sir! Give me your big dick! Fuck me harder!"@@<<endif>> Your hair flies about your face as you undulate beneath @@.blue;Frankie@@. You squeeze your ass around his cock every time it reaches the deepest point inside you, and then release it as he pulls out again. @@.blue;"Aaah!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ cries out in pleasure as his cock erupts, spurting a heavy load of thick, creamy cum deep inside your bowels. He continues to pump his hips, working himself in and out as he milks his shaft of all that delicious seed deep inside your body. You purr in satisfaction at being rewarded with the thick, creamy load of cum. You can feel its warmth inside you, and as @@.blue;Frankie@@ pulls himself out you clench your sphincter tightly to keep it all trapped inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Aah, that was -eautiful -a-y. I ho-e you co-e -ack again real soon!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mmm, that was beautiful baby. I hope you come back again real soon!"@@<<endif>> You smile brightly at @@.blue;Frankie@@ as he pulls out a wad of cash to pay you. @@.blue;"You can be sure of that, toots. I do love them Asian asses!"@@ It's time to go home after a day of hard work, having earned another $$200<<set $cash += 200>>. You both say your goodbyes and you get on your way after cleaning up a little. But your walk home is hardly undisturbed, your panties keep clinging to your buttcheeks, sticky and unyielding. You're relatively certain that they were dry when you left the hotel but there's no doubt that you're underwear is <em>drenched</em> right now. That's odd. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Why hello!"@@ it chimes from your choker. How surprising... @@.red;"I see you're having a little fluid displacement issue!"@@ Of course she's behind this. @@.red;"I assume you've come to terms with the latest addition to your choker?"@@ Addition?\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"How's it gooooing, baby?"@@ Baby? @@.bunny;"I'll bet you can't keep your juices inside you right now *teehee* but how do you like your new choky thingy?"@@ New choky thingy?\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good evening my sweet," Bridget@@ almost sings through the choker, @@.orange;"I don't know if you noticed, fluid-addicted as you are, but you're leaking, honey. It's a mystery to me why you keep sticking new jewelry to that choker, yet complain about it all the time."@@ New jewelry?<<endif>> You search for a reflecting surface nearby, finding a large window that does the trick. She's right, there's a pendant dangling from your choker looking... very much like a used up sphincter. [img[images/anusPendant.jpg]] <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I think it looks lovely on you. And the effects will be most useful for somebody like yourself. Keep going like that, I'm proud of you!"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"It's so pretty! I'm almost jealous. But really, I don't like it up my butt that much, so it's okay, I'll allow you to keep it *giggle*"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I'm sure it will make for a useful feature. If we can't sate your hunger for cock, maybe we'll at least be able to simplify the process. No need to thank me, you're doing just about enough for me."@@<<endif>> When did that pendant even get on you? You hadn't noticed at all, but its effects are undeniable, pussy juice still leaking out of your ass and dripping down your thighs by now. Well, at least [[you're back home|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]], although that's hardly any consolation.

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>After some experienced twists of your hands, @@.blue;Jon@@'s quite erect cock plops out of his underpants and right on your nose. The scent alone is enough to send you into heat, so you don't waste any time in getting down to business. Basically throwing yourself on the dick before you, @@.blue;Jon@@ is evidently excited by your enthusiastic display, his dick twitching upon entering you already. You slobber noisily up and down his length, juices going everywhere, it's seriously messy. Neither of you mind, in fact, the background slurping is like an orchestra accompanying you on your journey to get your client's rocks off. To top it off, you start moaning around the cock inside you, prompting @@.blue;Jon@@ to find his confidence and joining into the sighs of pleasure. You lick the length before you up and down, unrelenting. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>The sensation of it is driving you nuts, you can't bring yourself to stop.<<set $submissiveness += 2>><<endif>> While you're working him down there, @@.blue;Jon@@ is sure to take care of your confidence. His constant words of reassurance such as @@.blue;"Shit, this is the best"@@, and @@.blue;"You were born for this whoring thing, sweetheart"@@, are so sweet, they warm your heart from the inside. Every word of praise earns @@.blue;Jon@@ a cock-stuffed smile and a few more intimate encounters with your throat. If you still had a gag reflex, this whole deal would probably have ended in a disaster. @@.gold;Fortunately@@, that was taken care of by the choker, and you find yourself not just easily, but merrily taking meat right into your very @@.gold;core@@. This job isn't as bad as you thought it would be, and that thought is slightly worrying you. You aren't left much time to ponder it though, because @@.blue;Jon@@ up there is starting to pant in a rather exhausted tone, and shorter, more intense bursts. Fully understanding what that means, you prepare to be @@.gold;filled@@ thoroughly by his seed. To your surprise, @@.blue;Jon@@ pulls out moments later, slaps you across the cheeks with his dick and explodes right into your face, painting you utterly, completely white. Your entire face is coated in semen, any bukkake fan would be jealous of @@.blue;Jon@@ and you'd bet he's quite excited. You can't tell for sure, since you can't open your eyes just yet. Trying your best to at least regain vision, you wipe the cum off your lids, but keep the rest on. Wouldn't want to deny your customer a look at his work, the depravity of which gets you a little aroused, @@.gold;you little slut@@.<<set $submissiveness += 2>> @@.blue;"Hell girl, you sure never heard of something called 'gag reflex', have you?"@@ he asks, chuckling. You used to... @@.blue;"You may just become my favourite, and I definitely won't let you leave before you give me your name so I can request you more often."@@ You comply and write down some info for him, but also tell him that you're rather busy and might not be available all the time. @@.blue;"I can tell why, fuck. Anyway, while I truly enjoyed your services, the night doesn't have to be over quite yet. What do you say we kick it up a notch for some extra cash? Another 300 bucks sound good?"@@ He pays you the $$200 he already owes and then waves another stack of bills. It sure is tempting... 300 dollars is nothing to sneeze at.<<set $cash += 200>> [[Go next level.|Week 3, Day 1 - Super Sexing Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]] [[Go home.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

<<set $throatclit = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>@@.blue;"That's what I wanted to hear, you slut!" Jon@@ celebrates and you're rewarded with a tingling in your nether region. Next, he instructs you to lay on your back, and shuffle to the edge of the bed. Your head's still rested on the mattress, but right above it, there's nothing; you're looking at an upside down @@.blue;Jon@@ standing in front of you, smiling in anticipation of getting his money's worth. Softly, he grabs your chin and pulls it down, opening your mouth, before his length pushes inside apprehensively at first. Doing this all with your neck over-extended and your eyes staring at his thighs is a situation you're not used to, which makes it a little awkward at first. @@.gold;That's good, more things to learn.@@ You adapt to the challenge rather quickly, which isn't that surprising to you. The choker's most likely helping you along, @@.gold;and you should thank it for its assistance@@. @@.blue;Jon@@ gets progressively bolder, by now easily reaching so far back into your mouth that your tongue can hardly feel the tip of his dick. You hear his voice. @@.blue;"Are you ready?"@@ he wants to know. You can't tell whether you heard his voice break up out of excitement there, but you imagine the smile plastered on his face must be large enough to be called grotesque. As best you can, you nod around the mouthful to give your consent. Momentarily, your throat is invaded all the way to the hilt by @@.blue;Jon@@'s cock. Breathing is impossible for the moment which you hadn't anticipated, so you struggle for a few seconds, but are released soon enough. Your lover quickly settles into a rhythm and continues facefucking you. With little room to move in your awkward position, you're hardly more than a vessel for his meat, hardly more than a cocksleeve. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="images/blowjob.webm" type='video/webm; codecs="vp9, vorbis"'> </video> <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You find that he gets excited rather quickly. @@.blue;Jon@@ is already panting and sighing wildly. @@.blue;"Hnf, your lips are so soft and tight, your mouth's like a vacuum chamber."@@ You take that to mean he likes it. To erase all suspicion however, he confirms his excitement by depositing some semen into your stomach, to your surprise. You squeal a little as the torrent rushes through your throat, you hadn't expected him to finish that fast. With your @@.gold;talents@@ however, you can't fault the guy. Even more shockingly, @@.blue;Jon@@ doesn't even want to take a break! After the rush of sperm as ended, he just keeps going. You're going to be quite full tonight... <<endif>>As he's fucking you, @@.blue;Jon@@ occasionally caresses the front of your neck... Why does that feel so good? You figured out that he's evidently enjoying the sight of your throat bulging out in the front while he's fucking you. Still, you can't shake the feeling that deepthroating this guy is starting to feel a lot better than it should, and much better than it did just a few minutes ago. <<if $penis is 1>>Your dick has gotten that message too. Feeling your balls tighten up, you twitch a little as you're ejaculating straight onto your stomach in an orgasm so intense that your vision is flashing white for a few seconds, holy shit.<<elseif $penis is 0>>You're feeling that down below as well. Your pussy is shooting fluids onto the sheets as you erupt into an orgasm so intense that your vision is flashing white. Holy shit, you just came just from blowing a guy!<<endif>> This leaves you predictably exhausted and content, which really has no impact on the scene, since @@.blue;Jon@@ has been riding you hard from the beginning, with you simply surrendering your will. And soon you'll have to surrender to a thick liquid streaming down your throat<<if $lipImplant is 1>> again<<endif>>. @@.blue;Jon@@'s cock twitches inside you to announce your @@.gold;success@@. And success has to be rewarded; in your case with a surprisingly massive torrent of cum, flushed straight into your stomach. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>Damn, you are full. The slightest movement makes all the sperm inside you slosh around your belly.<<endif>> @@.blue;Jon@@ is visibly happy with his investment and pays you right away. @@.blue;"Here's your money, girl. You sure earned it. I hope you're keeping a spot open in your schedule, because I definitely need those lips to keep me company again,"@@ he chuckles, and you play along. You're hesitant to accept the compliment, but very quick to take the money.<<set $cash += 300>> $$300 well earned. You thank him for his professionalism and say goodbye. On your way home,<<if $lipImplant is 1>> you contemplate stopping by a place to get a quick dinner in, but realise that you actually feel so full, you're literally not even hungry.<<set $cash += 10>> @@.gold;What a useful development, perhaps we should see where this leads?@@ You can't delight in having saved some money long before<<endif>> a familiar voice nags you over the choker. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What a performance, what a night! Your throat got a real workout tonight, didn't it?" Bonnie@@'s voice blares in your ears. You take it as a rhetorical question and simply wait for her gloating speech to be over. @@.red;"Well, I don't have to tell you, do I? You've had a front-row seat, after all. But let's cut to the chase. How do you like your new jewelry?"@@ she asks. New jewelry? What is she... your hand shoots to your neck and there it is. Something hanging from your choker. You turn toward a dark store window to examine your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] That explains why he was rubbing over your neck, and probably also why it felt so nice. Well, nice is quite an understatement, isn't it, you actually orgasmed from the sensation. Apparently, this thing is responsible for something new to your condition. Perhaps @@.red;Bonnie@@ will shed some light on this, and conveniently, she speaks up next. @@.red;"Oh come on, you couldn't be that oblivious, can you? Then again, an orgasm like that takes a lot out of you. I'm pretty sure you'll have plenty more like it with your new throatclit. Welp, I gotta go, was a real pleasure talking to you. Probably not your greatest pleasure tonight, but I'll take it."@@ She signs off with her trademark chuckle. A throatclit? Going by that name and what you felt earlier, you can only assume this means blowjobs will now feel much, much better. @@.gold;Another reason to give some out for free!@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Heyaaa, how you doing? Probably pretty great, I saw you cumming reeeeaaaaal hard *teehee* but anyways, how you like your new shiny?"@@ Huh? "Shiny" meaning... jewelry? Your hands race upwards at your throat and detect something unknown dangle from the choker. @@.blue;Jon@@ must have... You turn around, facing a empty, dark store window to see your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] That explains why he was rubbing over your neck, and probably also why it felt so nice. Well, nice is quite an understatement, isn't it, you actually orgasmed from the sensation. Apparently, this thing is responsible for something new to your condition. Perhaps @@.bunny;Bunny@@ will shed some light on this, and conveniently, she speaks up next. @@.bunny;"Like what, you didn't notice? *teehee*@@ @@.pink;Sis@@@@.bunny;, you're so dumb! But having so much fun, I can kinda understand it..."@@ she trails off here for a moment and seems to be fantasising about getting railed. You clear your throat almost comedically to see if you can get any more information out of her. @@.bunny;"Huh? Oh righty, I should probably tell you what this thingy does. It's called a 'pendant' and this one's super cool! Whenever you give blowies, it's going to feel extra nice, just like when you're getting it... down there *giggle* or maybe even nicer! It's like you've got a clitty in your mouth, I guess. Okay, but now I gotta... uh, do <em>stuff</em>,"@@ this remark is accentuated by heavy breathing, @@.bunny;"so uh, toodeloo, don't have too much fun without me!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good evening, dear. I see you've enjoyed yourself tonight. But by now there's probably more night's where that's true rather than false."@@ You wish it weren't, but sadly, she's right. @@.orange;"And you're one ornament richer for it. How do you like your new accessory, hm?"@@ New accessory? That can only mean... your hands speed up to your throat and indeed find something alien, dangling from your choker. Turning around in the direction of a dark, empty store window, you see the culprit in your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] Some kind of pendant is attached to the choker, bouncing against your throat. It's not exactly a flattering symbol to be carrying around your neck, but it's rather late to be bothered by that, isn't it? At least you can figure now why @@.blue;Jon@@ was rubbing over your choker back there. @@.orange;"You were actually unaware of what was happening? Love, your libido is taking control. Perhaps that's voluntary though? Nevermind, I don't mean to pry. By all means, keep your private affairs private."@@ Says the woman in control of the all-seeing sci-fi surveillance device. @@.orange;"I should probably clue you in though, as a courtesy. This pendant, as you hopefully already guessed even with your sex-addled brain, is not a fashion accessory. The bountiful amount of blowjobs you dish out will doubtlessly amuse you even more now; thanks to this, it should feel almost like having your clitoris played with. Not that you'd need the extra motivation, as you've demonstrated quite clearly, but we're nothing if not benevolent. I think that concludes our business for tonight, go get some sleep, dear, and try not defiling any innocent strangers on your way home."@@<<endif>> Revelation upon revelation. Seems like that's what your life is about these days. You're stuck with this thing now, and are quite certain you know what it means. Well. It could be worse right? @@.gold;If anything, this is an improvement.@@ Right, what could go wrong!? Nevermind, you've had enough for today, and sarcastic comments won't help that. [[Go home already.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

In a matter of seconds you are on your knees. Just as you are about to get a taste of his delicious looking shaft you feel his hand on your head, pushing you away. @@.blue;"No. Use your tits. I want to feel your jugs wrapping around my meat."@@ Well, the customer is king, you remind yourself and chuckle at the thought of your client with a crown on his head. Oh well, at least you get to suck his other crown. However, the aching in your pussy quickly brings you back to reality and you proceed to lift your heavy tits upwards until they engulf the meaty shaft. You have to admit, the feeling is quite arousing, having the veiny meat throbbing between your massive mammaries. You have to use quite a bit of your diminished strength to push them together, pressing them tightly against the cock in between. Then, you begin slowly moving up and down. Quite soon you can hear satisfied sounds coming from above, motivating you once again. You press down even more and start moving faster. Then, you get an idea. You press into the shaft as far as you can, making it reach out directly in front of your face. While continuing to massage him through your tits, you take the head of his cock into your mouth and begin sliding around it with your skillfull tongue. Almost instantly you notice him getting tense, a sound of pure pleasure indicating you're on the right path. You continue your efforts, you even begin moving your tits again, taking his cock into your mouth whenever you're deep enough to reach it. Then, all of a sudden, you feel his hands on the back of your head. Without a warning you are being forced down, your mouth instinctively opening to accept his meaty shaft into the warm embrace of your willing throat. He fills it completely, and quite quickly you have his balls banging against your chin as he buries himself completely in your face. You can feel the by now all-too-familiar tension building up inside his cock and look up at him with hungry eyes, knowing what's coming. Just seconds later he spasms, shooting a huge load of thick cum into your stomach. You feel his hot seed running down your throat and eagerly gulp it down while he begins to slowly pull out, creating strands of saliva connecting you to his shaft. When his tip leaves your mouth with a satisfying 'plop' you lick your lips in an attempt to not waste anything. @@.blue;"Heh, that wasn't actually that bad. I expected much worse, given how trashy you look."@@ he says, kind of dismissively. However his eyes seem to light up at his next words. @@.blue;"Tell you what, how about we take it to the next level, if you're up for it? Of course that'll be payed extra. I know what you whores are like..."@@ With that he brings out some stuff that looks like... bells and an injection needle? He also pays you 200 bucks, but honestly, you barely notice, your mind coming up with all sorts of images about how those props are going to be used. <<set $cash += 200>> You're horny as hell. [[Accept his proposal.|Week 3, Day 1 - Super Sexing Bob - Tit Lover]]<<set $submissiveness += 2>> On the other hand, you don't think you're up for that. [[Deny his offer.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

<<set $lactation = 1>>He visibly loosens up. He even looks a tiny bit surprised. But you're still horny and whatever it is he wants to do, you hope it'll sate your desires as well. @@.blue;"Alright, for this to work I need you to close your eyes."@@ This is a weird request, but you comply. After all, what could possibly happen? Actually, you want to retract that thought right after it popped up, but the answer to that question comes before you can, in the form of a stinging sensation in each of your nipples. @@.gold;"Ouch, that hurts!"@@ You want to protest further but at it is at that point you feel something ice-cold entering through them. Almost instantly you feel the cold spreading throughout your chest. An alien pressure begins to build up and your boobs starts feeling heavier somehow. Soon after, your nipples become sore and you moan at the sensations that seem to hush across the nerves of your breasts without anyone even touching them. At this point, @@.blue;Bob@@ steps in. He weighs your incredibly heavy tits in his hands, they are so large that they overflow them easily. You blush as he marvels at the sight. Then, he presses down, digging his fingers into your soft titflesh. You elicit an @@.gold;*eep*@@ in surprise at the incredible feeling and are astounded when you notice a white drop forming at the end of your nipple. Licking the drop from it, he smiles. @@.blue;"There's a lot more where that came from, trust me sweetie."@@ Without wasting time @@.blue;Bob@@ produces a set of bells, which he clamps to your throbbing nipples, creating small shocks as the cold metal touches your hot skin. With every move, they tingle and send arousal through your whole body.<<if $nipplePiercing is 1>> And as if that wasn't enough, soon afterwards your poor nipples are strained even more by the weights he connects to your piercings.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> At this point, your nipples have grown tremendously and your chest feels as if it's going to burst. The pain in your jugs suddenly becomes very real. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>Your nipples are straining against the metal holding them back, inducing a stinging sensation like during the injections from before. Only that this time it doesn't go away.<<endif>> Seeing your pained expression, Bob speaks up with a sly smile on his face. @@.blue;"Need some relief? You look quite full..."@@ You nod. You really want the pain to go away. The pressure is growing and growing, stretching and expanding your already full chest. Their weight is almost too much for you to carry at this point and you crave release. <<set $submissiveness += 1>> @@.blue;"Alright, come here,"@@ he says, pointing to the space between his legs. Slowly you position yourself in front of him and he grabs your overly full udders. Just the sensation of his touch on your sore skin is enough to make you moan. But he doesn't seem content yet. @@.blue;"Oh no, this won't do,"@@ he says, to your confusion. @@.blue;"Moo for me."@@ You look at him with big eyes, dumbfounded. @@.blue;"Yes, you've already got the look down. Now moo."@@ He can't be serious... [[Moo|Week 3, Day 1 - Moooo - Tit Lover]] [[Don't moo|Week 3, Day 1 - What's Love Got To Moo With It? - Tit Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>It takes a second for you to comprehend, but when you feel his fingers tracing around your nipples, your moan quickly transitions into a lust-filled mooing. The forceful kneading of his skillfull hands makes the newfound fluid in your chest slosh around, so much so that you think you can almost hear it. The warm feeling inside you is incredible. The bells on your engorged nipples tingle as you tremble in anticipation. The pleasure from your overly sensitive breasts has made you oh-so-horny. You crave his touch on your milk-filled udders, you need it. Like, right now. You don't care about anything else. And if you have to play cow for him to get it, you'll gladly do so. With a soft moo, you press yourself into him in an effort to signal him you're ready, which is met with a sly smile on @@.blue;Bob@@'s end. You don't notice him shifting around, you don't even notice how you're lifted up and onto his lap. The only thing you feel is the fullness of your tits aching for release. And then it happens. Clamping down on your nipples, he strokes them with a firm grip, eliciting a desperate moo from you as the last remnants of your old self try clinging to their dwindling sanity. You feel the hot milk rushing through them, leaving your body in a spray of white as they pulsate with relief. It is only when the hard impact of his hips on yours resonates throughout the room and your almost empty head that you notice he's inside you. And you also realize that this is the first time ever since your transformation that your needy hole is of no matter to you. You literally don't care. The only thing that matters is the explosion of feelings in your chest. At this point, you feel an alien warmth engulf your right nipple and looking down you see Bob is sucking on it with full force, digging his teeth into your fleshy nipple to drain every last drop out of your jugs. Seeing him so lustful makes you even more horny and a loud moan escapes you. Eventually, the pleasure is just too much. You go completely limp, falling to the side and onto the bed, which is already wet with your fluids. You feel your body rocking back and forth under his thrusts, his hands pushing into your spent tits as he rides you like the cowslut you are. The tingling from your nipples soon becomes the only thing you can focus on, it completely fills your tiny brain and your face drifts into a broad, dumb smile as you're fucked senseless. With every tingle, your arousal builds. With every tingle, your brain melts away just a bit more. With every tingle, you lose yourself in pleasure. When you feel his hot seed pouring into you, the orgasm finally hits. Hard. An almost primeval cry of lust escapes your quivering lips as wave after wave of orgasmic intensity rolls through your body, numbing the mind and filling it with pure satisfaction. After what feels like eternity, it ends, leaving you breathless and completely spent. Bob is breathing just as heavily as you are, his now limp dick shrinking back into more manageable proportions. He has a wild sparkle in his eyes that you didn't notice before. @@.blue;"Well, that was quite the ride."@@ While you are still starstruck by what you just experienced, Bob proceeds to clean himself up and slides into his pants. @@.blue;"To be honest, i didn't expect you to agree to this at all, let alone to go all in like this."@@ He searches around his pockets for something. Eventually, he produces a pack of green dollar notes. @@.blue;"Here you go. With an extra tip for your enthusiasm..."@@ He deposits the money right next to you, but you are too exhausted to do anything else but lie there with a big grin on your face. @@.blue;"Hope I'll see you again, my little cowslut..."@@ With a satisfied expression and a smirk on his face, he leaves. The sound of the door shutting eventually clears part of the fog from your brain and you sit up. Counting the money, there's a solid $$400 there, so $$500 in total. Not a bad wage for one day's work. You pocket the money after coming off your titgasm, barely clean yourself up and leave. <<set $cash += 300>> Of course, no walk home is complete without a gloating, annoying voice in your head. @@.gold;"How are you doing@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.gold;?"@@ you greet her sullenly in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Clever girl, already expecting me. You're getting better at this. At whoring too. I personally despise cows; slow, fat, stupid, ugly creatures. Since you match 3 out of 4, I can see why wou went for it though, it's good to find a niche to occupy in this business."@@ Wow, somebody's having a bad day, to put it lightly. @@.gold;D-do I really look fat?@@ @@.red;"But enough about that. How do you enjoy your new piece of jewelry?"@@ New piece of... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.red;"Congratulations! Your <em>udders</em> are now permanently lactating. I would recommend not taking this cow persona too far, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm sure some guys would looove to have a sip of you. If this career doesn't work out, maybe you can open up a milkshake bar? Opportunities any way you look, and still you resent me, I just don't get you. Anyway, I'll leave you alone with your newfound food source. Perhaps you could invite some friends for a dinner party? I'm free on weekends..."@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you're pondering that to get this pendant on you, you must have given @@.blue;Bob@@ a huge opening. You really were lost in the pleasure...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, you were waiting for me? That's so sweet of you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I'm fine, thanks! You must be too, what a hot night. Why don't you mooooo for me? *teeheeheeheehee*"@@ She seems to be really proud of herself for that one. @@.bunny;"That was like, so hot, but super sick at the same time, I can't believe you did that. My@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny; is such a pervert... So does my pervert like her new sparkly thingy?"@@ Sparkly thingy? Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.bunny;"Isn't that great?! Your titties are always gonna spill milk now. That's like, really useful! Whenever you're hungry, you can just have a little sip. Or a friend of yours. Or a total stranger..."@@ her thoughts drift of in what you can only call a sick example of jealousy. @@.bunny;"Totally no need to thank me, but you should probably carry empty bottles around with you *giggle* or just lotsa guys. Ooh, that reminds me, gotta run, I have a thingy,"@@ in five minutes you will, probably in every bodily orifice, @@.bunny;"cya next time, byebye!"@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you're pondering that to get this pendant on you, you must have given @@.blue;Bob@@ a huge opening. You really were lost in the pleasure...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Getting cocky, are we? Just a few minutes ago, you seemed amooooosingly loud, but I'd figured you'd keep quiet after letting it all out."@@ You're impressed at all the innuendo she managed to fit in there. You have to admit that the comeback stung a little, perhaps @@.orange;Bridget@@ is not the best target to vent frustration on. @@.orange;"But I'll forgive your small transgression. In all honesty, they are quite entertaining. And at this point, what part of you isn't, I wonder. Today, one more part of you upped its entertainment value. And say, how does your jewelry look?"@@ What is she... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.orange;"It looks gorgeous on you, don't rack your brain over it. Even better, you'll have an endless supply of milk for the foreseeable future. I have to say, the amount of fluids that must be coating the hotel room right now... To live without concern for other people, only for the purpose of carnal pleasure; it is a tempting fate, but one I would rather not experience."@@ Ummm, which party in this conversation is addicted to semen?<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Glass houses, dear.@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Regardless, it's time to take my leave. I wish you the utmost pleasure in painting your apartment translucent white. With your track record, I doubt it will take long. Good night, love."@@<<endif>> But before you get lost in the streets as well, you decide to better watch where you're going to eventually [[reach your apartment.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

Upon noticing your passive refusal, you can tell @@.blue;Bob@@ is less than pleased. The whole affair becomes rather unceremonious from here on in. One aggressive remark from @@.blue;Bob@@ is all you're getting out of him for the rest of the night. @@.blue;"Guess you're less of a cow and more of a bitch,"@@ he exclaims before flipping you over on your belly, pulling you on your knees, and dominating you doggy-style for the rest of the evening. As nice as it felt, you can't say that you got off. Especially unnerving is the fact that he didn't touch your breasts once, in fact, he merely paid your torso any mind once, and that was to use your neck and the bedside table for leverage after he lost balance once. @@.blue;Bob@@ did, however, and wants you to know that. Upon reaching climax, he immediately pulls out to leave you a little present on your back; a warm serving of his ejaculate. After that, he's gone as quickly as he came. Fortunately, he was disgruntled, but not dishonest; he left you another hundred bucks for your service. That's not amazing, but considering how little effort was required on your part, you'll take it. <<set $cash += 100>> Of course, no walk home is complete without a gloating, annoying voice in your head. @@.gold;"How are you doing@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.gold;?"@@ you greet her sullenly in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Clever girl, already expecting me. You're getting better at this. At whoring too. Although I personally don't understand half-measures. Why not go all-in while you're at it? You seem like enough of a whore to go for it. But enough about that. How do you enjoy your new piece of jewelry?"@@ New piece of... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.red;"Congratulations! Your <em>udders</em> are now permanently lactating. I would recommend not taking this cow persona too far, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm sure some guys would looove to have a sip of you. If this career doesn't work out, maybe you can open up a milkshake bar? Opportunities any way you look, and still you resent me, I just don't get you. Anyway, I'll leave you alone with your newfound food source. Perhaps you could invite some friends for a dinner party? I'm free on weekends..."@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you realise you were dumb enough to have @@.blue;Bob@@ fool you into thinking he lost his balance...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, you were waiting for me? That's so sweet of you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I'm fine, thanks! You must be too, what a hot night. Why don't you mooooo for me? *teeheeheeheehee*"@@ She seems to be really proud of herself for that one. @@.bunny;"That was like, so hot, but super sick at the same time, I can't believe you did that. My@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny; is such a pervert... So does my pervert like her new sparkly thingy?"@@ Sparkly thingy? Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.bunny;"Isn't that great?! Your titties are always gonna spill milk now. That's like, really useful! Whenever you're hungry, you can just have a little sip. Or a friend of yours. Or a total stranger..."@@ her thoughts drift of in what you can only call a sick example of jealousy. @@.bunny;"Totally no need to thank me, but you should probably carry empty bottles around with you *giggle* or just lotsa guys. Ooh, that reminds me, gotta run, I have a thingy,"@@ in five minutes you will, probably in every bodily orifice, @@.bunny;"cya next time, byebye!"@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you realise you were dumb enough to have @@.blue;Bob@@ fool you into thinking he lost his balance...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Getting cocky, are we? I wouldn't take that mouth of yours quite so full. But I'll forgive your small transgression. In all honesty, they are quite entertaining. And at this point, what part of you isn't, I wonder. Today, one more part of you upped its entertainment value. And say, how does your jewelry look?"@@ What is she... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.orange;"It looks gorgeous on you, don't rack your brain over it. Even better, you'll have an endless supply of milk for the foreseeable future. I have to say, the amount of fluids that must be coating the hotel room right now... To live without concern for other people, only for the purpose of carnal pleasure; it is a tempting fate, but one I would rather not experience."@@ Ummm, which party in this conversation is addicted to semen?<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Glass houses, dear.@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Regardless, it's time to take my leave. I wish you the utmost pleasure in painting your apartment translucent white. With your track record, I doubt it will take long. Good night, love."@@<<endif>> But before you get lost in the streets as well, you decide to better watch where you're going to eventually [[reach your apartment.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

This goes on for far longer than you expected, a clock near one of the hotel room walls telling you this embrace lasted for nearly twenty minutes now. The only thing less believable would be for you to complain about not having to fuck this dude. So instead you simply enjoy the rest from your otherwise rather eventful days. Nobody can fault you for going along with what this guy does, right? Technically, yes. However, you're dependent on customer satisfaction. If the guy's just feeling you out, or is simply too shy to try anything himself and expects you to take charge, that may reflect poorly on you. Occasionally, you shift your balance a little, wrap your left arms around his stomach sometimes, and even touch his thigh -- after your recent adventures, you didn't expect you'd consider this a daring move ever again -- for a few seconds here and there, to gauge his response. All of your shifting is met by some of his, mostly uncomfortable, it seems to you. The erratic movement in the fabric of his pants is unmistakably a growing erection, which at least tells you you're on the right track. Simple, subtle wiles you didn't use to possess now having such an effect on a guy is causing pride to well up inside you, which makes you somewhat uncomfortable. You can basically feel @@.blue;Bryan@@'s resolve crumbling, whatever reason there might be to have to overcome his resolve in the first place. But somehow, he deems it necessary to keep you at a distance, up until now. Feeling his head move, you look up and find him staring directly into your eyes... almost romantically, despite the situation. As hesitantly as before, @@.blue;Bryan@@'s eyes close and he goes in for a twitchy, nervous kiss. His lips feel nice, there's no denying it, but his attitude is obviously not conducive to the atmosphere. As time goes on, he eases into it though, and gets a little bolder. His right hand snakes down your side and squeezes your rear. You try to give him easier access by shifting your weight, but a few seconds later he pulls back entirely. @@.blue;"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean too... I mean I shouldn't have... Here's the money,"@@ he hands you two $$100 bills.<<set $cash += 200>> That certainly was easy money. Something still irks you about this encounter. That's how far you've come; not being taken advantage of makes you immediately suspicious. Not to mention all this kissing and foreplay has worked you up immediately, though not severely.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> So do you want to poke and prod, or be lame and leave? [[Get investigative.|Week 3, Day 1 - Super Sexing Bryan - DFC Lover]] [[Go home.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

@@.gold;"What's this all about, am I not pretty enough?"@@ you tease him with a smile and grab his arm, sitting down next to him again. He's visibly irritated, perhaps a subtler approach would have been preferable. Can't change it now though, and he's still rather quiet, you'll just have to feel him out a little more. If he doesn't talk, then you simply have to be a little more forceful. @@.blue;"N-no, you're very... very pretty,"@@ he eventually stammers as a response. @@.gold;"But why do you want me to leave then?"@@ you push him further, @@.gold;"Why don't you want me to stay?"@@ Again, his discomfort couldn't be clearer. @@.blue;"I don't... you don't have to leave"@@, he replies, faster this time, and with less stuttering. That's a start, you suppose. But you still don't get it. Why would he be paying so much money for a little foreplay and then act all shy and distraught? @@.gold;"So what do we do then? I'm boooored,"@@ you continue to tease, your hand once again dropping into his lap, cautiously and subtly caressing his thigh. You will get a complete sentence out of him even if you have to rip the words out of his throat. To this, he merely mumbles an incoherent, inaudible response, so you ask him to please repeat himself. @@.blue;"W-we can't... What if Mom and Dad f-find out?"@@ you barely hear over his stuttering and irregular breathing. Mom and Dad? It takes you a moment, but you begin to make sense of things. He's asking for somebody with a slender build, like a young girl. He's talking about parents as if they're both yours and his, why else would he call them 'Mom and Dad', he'd normally just say 'my parents'. Meaning the reason 'Mom and Dad' aren't allowed to find out about you suggestively touching his thigh is that going any further than that would be incest. Spelling it all out makes it rather obvious why this guy was classified as fucked up, but not dangerous. That category had somewhat confused you before. So he has some kind of incest fantasy with his sister -- imaginary or real. The only question is, will you indulge it? [[Of course you will.|Week 3, Day 1 - Big Bro Bryan - DFC Lover]] He might pay extra, and you may even have some fun yourself. [[No way.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]] Why take the risk? You already made good money tonight.

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ @@.gold;"Don't worry big bro,"@@ you beam at him, and sit down on his lap, @@.gold;"Mommy and Daddy aren't home tonight; we've got the whole house to ourselves."@@ You go in for another kiss, energetically enough to topple @@.blue;Bryan@@. Now you're both lying on the bed, one step closer to actually making out, instead of some kissing and grabbing. Things quickly heat up from there, and @@.blue;Bryan@@ visibly gets into it more now that you're playing along. Long past caressing your tits, he dares to go after your honeypot.<<if $penis is 1>> @@.gold;Oh, he's in for a surprise.@@<<endif>> His hands inch downwards from your chest, over your belly and your hips, to grab your panties and pull them down. You stretch out your legs to make it easier for him, and soon, your underwear is gone. He breaks the kiss and your embrace to take in the sight. <<if $penis is 1>>@@.blue;"B-but sis..." Bryan@@'s back in stuttering mode. Unable to move, he just kneels in front of the bed, staring at your crotch. You have to hold back laugher, but also know that you should take care of him and keep this roleplay going before he snaps. Moving over to the edge of the bed, you grab him by the shoulders, turn him around and seat him on the mattress before getting on your knees in front of him. @@.gold;"If you keep my secret, I'll keep <em>this</em> one..."@@ you explain to him before wrapping your mouth around his length. Looking up at him, it's clear that he won't be able to react to you much more, there's clearly very little blood left in his brain. <<if $asslube is 0>><<set $submissiveness = 1>>Might as well get yourself prepared then. First one finger, then a second one enter your anus to very lightly stretch your entrance. After a minute or two, your hand wanders to @@.blue;Bryan@@'s shaft, rubbing it for a few seconds -- more to get the saliva on there than for actual stimulation. Your fingers then wander back to your sphincter and keep massaging it, ranging from gentle prodding to three-finger-fucking yourself before letting @@.blue;Bryan@@ enter you.<<else>>Since you don't have much to prepare, you can mostly concentrate on your blowjob technique. Your ass has long ago started running girlcum down your legs, you barely even muster the courage to touch your rear entrance. Still, you resolve to stretch yourself a bit before letting @@.blue;Bryan@@ enter you.<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>And it clearly is too much for him to handle. @@.blue;Bryan@@ freezes up at the sight of your @@.gold;perfect pussy@@. Unable to move, he just kneels in front of the bed, staring at your crotch. You have to hold back laugher, but also know that you should take care of him and keep this roleplay going before he snaps. Moving over to the edge of the bed, you grab him by the shoulders, turn him around and seat him on the mattress before getting on your knees in front of him. @@.gold;"If you don't tell Mommy and Daddy about seeing little sis' pussy, I won't tell them about <em>this</em>..."@@ you explain to him before wrapping your mouth around his length. Looking up at him, it's clear that he won't be able to react to you much more, there's clearly very little blood left in his brain. Good, that leaves you to concentrate on the blowjob. You slobber over @@.gold;big bro@@'s cock noisily, leaving trails of saliva everywhere over the bed and his crotch. Just like your mouth, your snatch is starting to drip its juices everywhere, and just a minute or so of sucking sees you more than ready to have your muff stuffed. You give him a couple more moments in your warm, inviting mouth before letting him enter you for good.<<endif>> But now you figure it's about time for that. Drawing back from his cock with a wet slurping noise, @@.blue;Bryan@@ doesn't even react to the interrupted fellatio, apparently he's in his own little world now. As you move to climb back up the bed, your eyes drift toward your purse that you dropped nearby, and two scrunchies catch your gaze. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>... She knew you'd come here and what @@.blue;Bryan@@'s all about. Regardless, there's no danger to it, and it'll help with the role. With surprisingly adept hands, you tie your hair into pigtails, immediately making you look ten years younger, like a high school senior, @@.gold;although it would help if you didn't have precum dripping down the corner of your mouth@@. Here you are, approaching the finish line, you push @@.blue;Bryan@@ to fall on his back and straddle him, finally being face-to-face with him again. At a moment's notice, he seems to react to you again, like he just woke up from a restful slumber, now hardly able to believe his luck. You insert his meat into your under a heavy breath and a silent moan. When you open your eyes again, @@.blue;Bryan@@ stares at you in amazement. @@.blue;"I can't... Sis, I didn't know you were so... dirty,"@@ he tells you, incredulous. You whisper into his ear, @@.gold;"For you I am, big bro"@@, followed by a smile and a tremendous cry of pleasure as you impale yourself on @@.gold;big bro@@'s rod. Just to avoid having to watch his shocked, frankly stupid-looking face, you go in for a kiss you won't break until you've got him of for good. And on that topic, you don't break rhythm either, your ass still slapping on @@.blue;Bryan@@'s pelvis with force and in steady intervals. He's definitely not the best you had; sex with him isn't all that different to boning a dead fish you imagine, all you get is some occasional twitching and a constantly gasping mouth. The quality is definitely not in the act itself, but you have to admit that somewhere in the middle, you stopped playing along for him and actually started to enjoy playing the role of his perverted <<if $penis is 1>>'sister'<<elseif $penis is 0>>sister<<endif>>. @@.blue;Bryan@@'s clearly not very experienced either. Your thoughts drift, pondering what it would feel like to deflower a virgin, somebody who can't believe that @@.gold;a knock-out@@ like you would defile herself in bed with a down-on-his-luck guy like him. Pondering has to be cut short though, interrupted by @@.blue;Bryan@@ who actually wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him before unloading deep, deep inside you, as far as he can reach toward your @@.gold;center@@. The warmth entering and heating you up is prompting spams of your own, declaring the arrival of your own orgasm. Your juices shoot <<if $penis is 1>>all the way up @@.blue;Bryan@@'s belly, forming a sticky puddle there.<<elseif $penis is 0>>all over @@.blue;Bryan@@'s dick, basically soaking his scrotum and the sheets beneath in clear pussymilk.<<endif>> You don't expect him to be with you anytime soon, so might as well get dressed. That was <em>fun</em>. No doubt about it, this will have consequences for your transformation, you already feel a little shorter, in fact... but you needed this. This was good for you. It felt good. A while later, even @@.blue;Bryan@@ comes to. You didn't want to leave without saying goodbye;and especially not without getting paid. He catches onto that quickly enough and hands you another 200 bucks without speaking a word.<<set $cash += 200>> You doubt that he could anyway. Which gives you a fun idea. @@.gold;"Gee, thanks so much bro! I love you, please call me again soon,"@@ you chirp, hugging him from the side and stroking his cock with your thigh. That's a goodbye he won't soon forget. Well, the hotel's booked for the whole night, so if he finds himself stunned, he'll be taken care of in the morning at the latest. With a victorious smile on your lips, you leave the hotel behind and [[return to your apartment.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

<<set $date = "Week 3, Tuesday">>Finally, you moved past that dreadful first day. It feels like it's taken an eternity. Here we have a new morning and a new you. Or hopefully not. You liked old you. After all your morning affairs are taken care of, your eyes wander to your wardrobe. Choice doesn't exactly spoil you. <<if $superheroFetish is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ There's not really anything you can do, there's no way you're getting out of your [[Superhero Slut|Superhero Slut - Day 2]] costume. You have to wear it, even to bed. The sheer thought of being paraded outside in such a slutty, humiliating costume is enough to make you feel quite neurotic and shy.<<set $submissiveness += 1>>\ \ <<elseif $pinkOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>\ You try your best to get into the weird top of your dress, until it eventually fits neatly over your tits, then slip on the skirt and heels easily. Your [[Pink Prostitute|Pink Prostitute - Day 2]] outfit looks perfect!\ \ <<elseif $latexOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>\ You've had a bit of a thing for latex before this whole thing started (which you never would've admitted, but now...) and heard that getting into a catsuit takes a long time, requiring some oil to help get it on. Fortunately, this does not seem to be necessary for your [[Lovely Latex|Lovely Latex - Day 2]] outfit, which you can put on in a jiffy.\ \ <<elseif $transparentOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>\ This is where you get to enjoy having chosen the simplest outfit to put on. That pink dress looked awkward, and that catsuit must be a pain to get into. Your [[Transparent Tramp|Transparent Tramp - Day 2]] outfit hides nothing, but at least you can slip into it in no time. @@.gold;Don't forget how quickly people get you out of it.@@<<endif>> And that's all that you have to do, anything else would be stalling. Which you'd love to do, if you didn't have rent<<if $paidMonday is 1>> -- and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ --<<endif>> to pay. You sit down in front of your computer and bring up the remaining client profiles.<<if $paidMonday is 1>> Once you've picked one, you'll make sure to drop the $$300 at the spot @@.lucas;Lucas@@ mentioned. You could certainly use some information. Better set the money aside already, before you forget.<<endif>><<if $lactation is 1 or $throatclit is 1 or $asslube is 1 or $condomallergy is 1 or $superheroFetish is 1>> You almost forgot, the pendant! They're still rather new to you, and you don't know enough about them. So maybe there's a way to get rid of them after a bit of time has passed? Reaching for your choker you realise... somebody already did your work for you? It's clear the pendant disappeared but... you don't see it anywhere, it definitely didn't fall off. Upon closer inspection in the mirror though, you can see that the metal settings of the small rhinestones have taken on a slight hue. They're not plain silver metal anymore, which means... the choker absorbed them? As that thought echoes through your head, so does a chuckle by <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, as if to confirm your suspicions. She doesn't say anything further than that, so you suppose you'll have to accept this to be true. If possible, you should be more wary with your next client.<<endif>> <<if $pickedJonathan is 0>><<if $lips gte 8 or $lipImplant is 1>>[[Jonathan|Week 3, Day 2 - Jonathan Profile - Blowjob Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedBob is 0>><<if $chest gte 8 or $chestImplant is 1>>[[Bob|Week 3, Day 2 - Bob Profile - Tit Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedFrankie is 0>><<if $ass gte 6>>[[Frankie|Week 3, Day 2 - Frankie Profile - Ass Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedBryan is 0>><<if $transformationProgress lt 7>>[[Bryan|Week 3, Day 2 - Bryan Profile - DFC Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedJim is 0>><<if $penis is 0>>[[Jim|Week 3, Day 2 - Jim Profile - Creampie Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedTodd is 0>><<if $penis is 1>>[[Todd|Week 3, Day 2 - Todd Profile - Shemale Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedLex is 0>><<if $latexOutfit is 1>>[[Lex|Week 3, Day 2 - Lex Profile - Latex Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedDominic is 0>><<if $obedience gte 2 or $submissiveness gte 3>>[[Dominic|Week 3, Day 2 - Dominic Profile - Dominant Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedTakahiro is 0>>[[Takahiro|Week 3, Day 2 - Takahiro Profile - Cosplay Lover]] \ <<endif>><<if $pickedJav is 0>><<if $obedience gte 3 and $bimbo is 1>>[[JAV Producer|Week 3, Day 2 - JAV Producer Profile]] \ <<endif>><<endif>>[[Regular Client|Week 3, Day 2 - Regular Client Profile]]

<<set $pinkOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>The top of the pink outfit is unconventional, shaped a bit like a cross, the horizontal 'bar' resembling a tube top across your boobs. The vertical bar wraps around your neck, just below your choker, and around your waist below the "tube top" part. The skirt, in contrast, is very conventional, just a simple knee-length garment, not too tight, but not flared out either. What does take it up a notch is the bright neon pink colour and wet-look style to it. If not like a street walker, you sure look like a girl with... questionable morals. @@.gold;What? That's not true, I'm super nice! Let me show you...@@ [img[images/4306PinkFront.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $latexOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>If this wasn't clearly a fetishist's dream and the neckline didn't expose so much cleavage that you're in serious danger of flashing everybody, this could be a conservative enough outfit, while curve-hugging. But that's a big "if". The top is a tight fit and has elbow-length sleeves. @@.gold;So you don't scuff your girly arms when you're down on all fours.@@ The bottom part similarly hugs every curve of your body, fashioned like a pair of tight latex pants, they end just above your ankles. Those are perched on a 6 inch stiletto heel, but otherwise plain, dark shoes. Again, the outfit is really pretty down-to-earth, when you get down to it. @@.gold;Which you will, often and repeatedly!@@ [img[images/101052K_wetlook_catsuit.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $transparentOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>Up top, you're showing off a lot. Even if the dress wasn't extremely easy to see through, there's ample room for your tits to shine. @@.gold;Especially when servicing cock in between them.@@ Down below... well. You're not exactly covering up more. Seeing as the skirt is just as transparent as the top, you suppose you're lucky it's covering up that much. If this doesn't get you in trouble with the law, nothing short of manslaughter will. @@.gold;Why the hostility, there are so much more fun things to do with a man~@@ [img[images/SOPHIE-DALZELL-411802.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> This superhero costume is the definition of eccentric. At least if you consider that you have to wear it at all times, far from any convention where this sort of thing would be appropriate. That's true, it certainly doesn't shy away from being inapproriate, as is evident by the thin, blue, wet-look strap that is all that's covering your breasts, apart from a tiny jacket that does nothing to preserve your modesty. Your panties are equally as shiny and blue as your boob strap is, and your butt is only covered because of the fluffy petticoat-like garment sitting above your underwear. It doesn't cover your front though, and is very flimsy, always threatening to fall off. There's not much left to this dainty outfit after that. an adorable headband with a large white bow sitting on your head, blue thigh-high stockings coating your legs and white 5 inch ankle boots encasing your feet make the superhero complete! <<back>>

<<set $pickedJonathan = 1>>Jon is an appreciator of the oral arts, and always requests his escorts to be skilled with their mouths. Of course, ideally their lips should also be visually appealing. But obviously you bring that to the table, if you're reading this profile. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedBob = 1>>Bob really goes for the classics. If you go with him, expect your chest to be sore for a day or two. He'll put them to good use, and through every test imaginable. Of course that requires you to be quite stacked up there, but if you didn't have those qualities, you wouldn't have got hold of this profile. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting Bob - Tit Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedFrankie = 1>>@@.blue;Frankie@@ <em>really</em> likes it from behind. Wait... that came out wrong. But you get the idea. To even be considered by him as a viable choice, you have to present some serious rump, and not be afraid to use it. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting Frankie - Ass Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedBryan = 1>>Bryan... he's not a popular choice among our girls. No need to worry, he's not the violent type. But his requests usually are quite strange. Most girls weren't keen to talk about it. Not in a traumatic kind of way, just to fuck with newbies for a laugh. He's certainly fucked up, but you won't be, at least not physically. Bryan prefers his women slim, and less curvy, but that's really the most normal part of him. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting Bryan - DFC Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJim = 1>>Out of all the special clients, @@.blue;Jim@@'s tastes are fairly vanilla, but he's very adamant about them. He takes the front entrance, no debate. And he's not keen to pull out either. If you take him on, expect your pussy to be used, repeatedly, and filled to the brim. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting Jim - Creampie Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedTodd = 1>>Todd is something of an odd one out. Most guys are weirded out by chicks with dicks. He loves it, but it's not that easy to find any. If this is a niche you could fill, he would likely show his appreciation. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting Todd - Shemale Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedLex = 1>>Lex loves Latex. It sounds ridiculous, but that's basically the gist of it. He doesn't really require any specific body types, or any specific sex acts, he will really get off to the sight of you alone. This is an easy one if you've got the right outfit for it. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting Lex - Latex Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedDominic = 1>>Dominic's your picture book American. Quarterback of the Football team, varsity jacket, square jaw. And he likes to flaunt it, he does not give people any leeway, he likes to feel like the top dog. Thus, his choice in women gravitates towards the more submissive types that follow his whims without question. Fair warning: if you're not willing to cooperate on that point, you might find yourself in a BDSM kind of situation that sees you on the receiving end. If you <em>are</em> willing to cooperate... well, you might actually end up in twice as many restraints. As mentioned, Dom does not back down. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting Dominic - Dominant Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedTakahiro = 1>>Takahiro is originally Japanese, your classic Otaku. Very clean, very respectable, just socially inept and withdrawn. He's really into costumes and all that shit, you'll figure it out when you meet him. Expect to wear all kinds of outfits, none of them likely to be practical. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJav = 1>>@@.red;This one actually comes from me directly, and isn't a referral by the company@@ -- @@.red;Bonnie@@ writes -- @@.red;so this is a bit of a <em>special</em> special client. He actually works in JAV, basically Japanese porn. This contact of mine is currently looking for a girl to star in one of his movies. This gig will pay insanely well, even compared to the other special clients, and these guys take good care of their actresses, so you can expect this job to be quite cushy. No reason not to go, really.@@ [[Take this special offer?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting JAV Producer]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedRegular += 1>>There's no profile for this gig. Customers here may vary wildly, but it's mostly going to be superficial. They only call for a normal evening, no extra flourishes. Basically, you're on retainer here and just picking up whoever's looking. Whatever you're willing to do, you'll discuss with the client yourself, but their needs won't be too extravagant, most likely. [[Work regularly by demand?|Week 3, Day 2 - Meeting Regular Client]] <<back>>

The following scenes have been written by CobaltCore from TFGS! <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Bob@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a middle-aged guy greets you. Well, verbally anyway. His eyes are not set to meet yours, they've been focussed far lower even before he opened the door. Smiling widely, you assume he deems you worthy. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, every street walker is envying you for a rack like that.@@ @@.blue;Bob@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. He does exactly that and pretty much repeats what you already read in the profile and what you saw at the front door. He likes your @@.gold;essence@@-- tits. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>Lifting off your top, you can see his eyes widen in anticipation at the sight of your rack. Somehow having this effect on other people makes you blush a bit. Unconsciously, you push out your chest just a little bit more, making the huge orbs jiggle ever so slightly.\ <<else>>Lifting off your top, you reveal your full and round breasts. But somehow looking at your client you could've sworn that, just for a fraction of a second, a look of disappointment overshadowed his face.<<endif>> But that is of no matter at this point because the sight of the tool dangling between his legs involuntarily makes your mouth water. Very quickly you are fully undressed, though not wearing much in the first place definitely helped with that. You barely even hear his voice, you are so fixated on the thick, long object of your desire. @@.blue;"Come here, slut."@@ [[He doesn't need to say that twice.|Week 3, Day 2 - Sexing Bob - Tit Lover]]

In a matter of seconds you are on your knees. Just as you are about to get a taste of his delicious looking shaft you feel his hand on your head, pushing you away. @@.blue;"No. Use your tits. I want to feel your jugs wrapping around my meat."@@ Well, the customer is king, you remind yourself and chuckle at the thought of your client with a crown on his head. Oh well, at least you get to suck his other crown. However, the aching in your pussy quickly brings you back to reality and you proceed to lift your heavy tits upwards until they engulf the meaty shaft. You have to admit, the feeling is quite arousing, having the veiny meat throbbing between your massive mammaries. You have to use quite a bit of your diminished strength to push them together, pressing them tightly against the cock in between. Then, you begin slowly moving up and down. Quite soon you can hear satisfied sounds coming from above, motivating you once again. You press down even more and start moving faster. Then, you get an idea. You press into the shaft as far as you can, making it reach out directly in front of your face. While continuing to massage him through your tits, you take the head of his cock into your mouth and begin sliding around it with your skillfull tongue. Almost instantly you notice him getting tense, a sound of pure pleasure indicating you're on the right path. You continue your efforts, you even begin moving your tits again, taking his cock into your mouth whenever you're deep enough to reach it. Then, all of a sudden, you feel his hands on the back of your head. Without a warning you are being forced down, your mouth instinctively opening to accept his meaty shaft into the warm embrace of your willing throat. He fills it completely, and quite quickly you have his balls banging against your chin as he buries himself completely in your face. You can feel the by now all-too-familiar tension building up inside his cock and look up at him with hungry eyes, knowing what's coming. Just seconds later he spasms, shooting a huge load of thick cum into your stomach. You feel his hot seed running down your throat and eagerly gulp it down while he begins to slowly pull out, creating strands of saliva connecting you to his shaft. When his tip leaves your mouth with a satisfying 'plop' you lick your lips in an attempt to not waste anything. @@.blue;"Heh, that wasn't actually that bad. I expected much worse, given how trashy you look."@@ he says, kind of dismissively. However his eyes seem to light up at his next words. @@.blue;"Tell you what, how about we take it to the next level, if you're up for it? Of course that'll be payed extra. I know what you whores are like..."@@ With that he brings out some stuff that looks like... bells and an injection needle? He also pays you 200 bucks, but honestly, you barely notice, your mind coming up with all sorts of images about how those props are going to be used. <<set $cash += 200>> You're horny as hell. [[Accept his proposal.|Week 3, Day 2 - Super Sexing Bob - Tit Lover]] <<if $submission lt 5>>On the other hand, you don't think you're up for that. [[Deny his offer.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>><<set $submissiveness += 2>>

You've made it through another day, phew. Saying this kind of life is pleasant would be a blatant lie, but at least today you didn't have a busier schedule than... well, a dockside whore. @@.gold;Perks of working in a city! Don't slack off though, a work ethic never hurt anybody...@@ This time, upon arrival at your apartment, a letter already greets you when you open the door. Picking it up, you confirm that it's another one from @@.lucas;Lucas@@, not that you couldn't have figured that out. @@.lucas;"Dear $lucasFirstname,@@ <<if $payments is 1>>@@.lucas;I wanted to confirm that I received your payment in full. I'm very glad to see that you've acquired the means to afford the services of my contact, and that you see the wisdom in this plan. Without further ado, I'll get into the information I received. Mind you that this is the first piece of intel. It's both the cheapest, and thus the simplest. Don't dismiss it lightly, and don't consider your money wasted; the most basic information can often prove the most vital. My contact has advised me that your search for an answer -- and hopefully freedom -- will inevitably lead you to the main compound, the headquarters of the corporation. That may not be too surprising, which is why he threw in this second part: By and large, you can expect not to be watched when you're inside. This may sound odd, and you surely <em>will</em> be contacted and watched for brief periods of time, but for the most part, management will be far too busy to keep an eye on you. The facility is huge, it requires hands-on treatment by higher-ups everywhere. The plant is full of classified information and procedures, a complex hierarchy spanning the whole production process. Use this to your advantage to navigate the building safely and undetected. That is all he had to say today. As you can see, this is not a particular insight, but a very broad, general piece of advice. The first $$300 were more of an assurance of intent and reliability; he didn't want to risk his neck for half-measures and 'maybe's. Rest assured that future information will likely take on more specific forms, but the price will go up accordingly. Should you wish to acquire the next hint, it will cost you $$600. I await your response tomorrow. Good night Lucas"@@\ \ <<else>>@@.lucas;I see you didn't deem it necessary to acquire the services of my contact, or perhaps simply did not have the means to. I won't judge or belittle you, but want to reiterate the impact his information may have in the future if you want to regain your freedom. But the facts remain; it is your choice. Thus, I will remain brief. The price is $$300. Do you pay, or do you not?"@@<<endif>> Well, what'll it be? <<if $payments is 1 and $cash gte 600>>[[Pay up again.|Week 3, Day 3 - Morning][$cash -= 600, $payments += 1, $paidTuesday = 1]] $$600 is a small price for vital information.\ <<elseif $payments is 0>>[[Pay this time.|Week 3, Day 3 - Morning][$cash -= 300, $payments += 1, $paidTuesday = 1]] This is too important to gamble on.<<endif>> [[Don't pay.|Week 3, Day 3 - Morning]] Your money is precious.

<<set $lactation = 1>>He visibly loosens up. He even looks a tiny bit surprised. But you're still horny and whatever it is he wants to do, you hope it'll sate your desires as well. @@.blue;"Alright, for this to work I need you to close your eyes."@@ This is a weird request, but you comply. After all, what could possibly happen? Actually, you want to retract that thought right after it popped up, but the answer to that question comes before you can, in the form of a stinging sensation in each of your nipples. @@.gold;"Ouch, that hurts!"@@ You want to protest further but at it is at that point you feel something ice-cold entering through them. Almost instantly you feel the cold spreading throughout your chest. An alien pressure begins to build up and your boobs starts feeling heavier somehow. Soon after, your nipples become sore and you moan at the sensations that seem to hush across the nerves of your breasts without anyone even touching them. At this point, @@.blue;Bob@@ steps in. He weighs your incredibly heavy tits in his hands, they are so large that they overflow them easily. You blush as he marvels at the sight. Then, he presses down, digging his fingers into your soft titflesh. You elicit an @@.gold;*eep*@@ in surprise at the incredible feeling and are astounded when you notice a white drop forming at the end of your nipple. Licking the drop from it, he smiles. @@.blue;"There's a lot more where that came from, trust me sweetie."@@ Without wasting time @@.blue;Bob@@ produces a set of bells, which he clamps to your throbbing nipples, creating small shocks as the cold metal touches your hot skin. With every move, they tingle and send arousal through your whole body.<<if $nipplePiercing is 1>> And as if that wasn't enough, soon afterwards your poor nipples are strained even more by the weights he connects to your piercings.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> At this point, your nipples have grown tremendously and your chest feels as if it's going to burst. The pain in your jugs suddenly becomes very real. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>Your nipples are straining against the metal holding them back, inducing a stinging sensation like during the injections from before. Only that this time it doesn't go away.<<endif>> Seeing your pained expression, Bob speaks up with a sly smile on his face. @@.blue;"Need some relief? You look quite full..."@@ You nod. You really want the pain to go away. The pressure is growing and growing, stretching and expanding your already full chest. Their weight is almost too much for you to carry at this point and you crave release. <<set $submissiveness += 1>> @@.blue;"Alright, come here,"@@ he says, pointing to the space between his legs. Slowly you position yourself in front of him and he grabs your overly full udders. Just the sensation of his touch on your sore skin is enough to make you moan. But he doesn't seem content yet. @@.blue;"Oh no, this won't do,"@@ he says, to your confusion. @@.blue;"Moo for me."@@ You look at him with big eyes, dumbfounded. @@.blue;"Yes, you've already got the look down. Now moo."@@ He can't be serious... [[Moo|Week 3, Day 2 - Moooo - Tit Lover]] [[Don't moo|Week 3, Day 2 - What's Love Got To Moo With It? - Tit Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>It takes a second for you to comprehend, but when you feel his fingers tracing around your nipples, your moan quickly transitions into a lust-filled mooing. The forceful kneading of his skillfull hands makes the newfound fluid in your chest slosh around, so much so that you think you can almost hear it. The warm feeling inside you is incredible. The bells on your engorged nipples tingle as you tremble in anticipation. The pleasure from your overly sensitive breasts has made you oh-so-horny. You crave his touch on your milk-filled udders, you need it. Like, right now. You don't care about anything else. And if you have to play cow for him to get it, you'll gladly do so. With a soft moo, you press yourself into him in an effort to signal him you're ready, which is met with a sly smile on @@.blue;Bob@@'s end. You don't notice him shifting around, you don't even notice how you're lifted up and onto his lap. The only thing you feel is the fullness of your tits aching for release. And then it happens. Clamping down on your nipples, he strokes them with a firm grip, eliciting a desperate moo from you as the last remnants of your old self try clinging to their dwindling sanity. You feel the hot milk rushing through them, leaving your body in a spray of white as they pulsate with relief. It is only when the hard impact of his hips on yours resonates throughout the room and your almost empty head that you notice he's inside you. And you also realize that this is the first time ever since your transformation that your needy hole is of no matter to you. You literally don't care. The only thing that matters is the explosion of feelings in your chest. At this point, you feel an alien warmth engulf your right nipple and looking down you see Bob is sucking on it with full force, digging his teeth into your fleshy nipple to drain every last drop out of your jugs. Seeing him so lustful makes you even more horny and a loud moan escapes you. Eventually, the pleasure is just too much. You go completely limp, falling to the side and onto the bed, which is already wet with your fluids. You feel your body rocking back and forth under his thrusts, his hands pushing into your spent tits as he rides you like the cowslut you are. The tingling from your nipples soon becomes the only thing you can focus on, it completely fills your tiny brain and your face drifts into a broad, dumb smile as you're fucked senseless. With every tingle, your arousal builds. With every tingle, your brain melts away just a bit more. With every tingle, you lose yourself in pleasure. When you feel his hot seed pouring into you, the orgasm finally hits. Hard. An almost primeval cry of lust escapes your quivering lips as wave after wave of orgasmic intensity rolls through your body, numbing the mind and filling it with pure satisfaction. After what feels like eternity, it ends, leaving you breathless and completely spent. Bob is breathing just as heavily as you are, his now limp dick shrinking back into more manageable proportions. He has a wild sparkle in his eyes that you didn't notice before. @@.blue;"Well, that was quite the ride."@@ While you are still starstruck by what you just experienced, Bob proceeds to clean himself up and slides into his pants. @@.blue;"To be honest, i didn't expect you to agree to this at all, let alone to go all in like this."@@ He searches around his pockets for something. Eventually, he produces a pack of green dollar notes. @@.blue;"Here you go. With an extra tip for your enthusiasm..."@@ He deposits the money right next to you, but you are too exhausted to do anything else but lie there with a big grin on your face. @@.blue;"Hope I'll see you again, my little cowslut..."@@ With a satisfied expression and a smirk on his face, he leaves. The sound of the door shutting eventually clears part of the fog from your brain and you sit up. Counting the money, there's a solid $$300 there, so $$500 in total. Not a bad wage for one day's work. You pocket the money after coming off your titgasm, barely clean yourself up and leave. <<set $cash += 300>> Of course, no walk home is complete without a gloating, annoying voice in your head. @@.gold;"How are you doing@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.gold;?"@@ you greet her sullenly in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Clever girl, already expecting me. You're getting better at this. At whoring too. I personally despise cows; slow, fat, stupid, ugly creatures. Since you match 3 out of 4, I can see why wou went for it though, it's good to find a niche to occupy in this business."@@ Wow, somebody's having a bad day, to put it lightly. @@.gold;D-do I really look fat?@@ @@.red;"But enough about that. How do you enjoy your new piece of jewelry?"@@ New piece of... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.red;"Congratulations! Your <em>udders</em> are now permanently lactating. I would recommend not taking this cow persona too far, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm sure some guys would looove to have a sip of you. If this career doesn't work out, maybe you can open up a milkshake bar? Opportunities any way you look, and still you resent me, I just don't get you. Anyway, I'll leave you alone with your newfound food source. Perhaps you could invite some friends for a dinner party? I'm free on weekends..."@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you're pondering that to get this pendant on you, you must have given @@.blue;Bob@@ a huge opening. You really were lost in the pleasure...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, you were waiting for me? That's so sweet of you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I'm fine, thanks! You must be too, what a hot night. Why don't you mooooo for me? *teeheeheeheehee*"@@ She seems to be really proud of herself for that one. @@.bunny;"That was like, so hot, but super sick at the same time, I can't believe you did that. My@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny; is such a pervert... So does my pervert like her new sparkly thingy?"@@ Sparkly thingy? Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.bunny;"Isn't that great?! Your titties are always gonna spill milk now. That's like, really useful! Whenever you're hungry, you can just have a little sip. Or a friend of yours. Or a total stranger..."@@ her thoughts drift of in what you can only call a sick example of jealousy. @@.bunny;"Totally no need to thank me, but you should probably carry empty bottles around with you *giggle* or just lotsa guys. Ooh, that reminds me, gotta run, I have a thingy,"@@ in five minutes you will, probably in every bodily orifice, @@.bunny;"cya next time, byebye!"@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you're pondering that to get this pendant on you, you must have given @@.blue;Bob@@ a huge opening. You really were lost in the pleasure...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Getting cocky, are we? Just a few minutes ago, you seemed amooooosingly loud, but I'd figured you'd keep quiet after letting it all out."@@ You're impressed at all the innuendo she managed to fit in there. You have to admit that the comeback stung a little, perhaps @@.orange;Bridget@@ is not the best target to vent frustration on. @@.orange;"But I'll forgive your small transgression. In all honesty, they are quite entertaining. And at this point, what part of you isn't, I wonder. Today, one more part of you upped its entertainment value. And say, how does your jewelry look?"@@ What is she... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.orange;"It looks gorgeous on you, don't rack your brain over it. Even better, you'll have an endless supply of milk for the foreseeable future. I have to say, the amount of fluids that must be coating the hotel room right now... To live without concern for other people, only for the purpose of carnal pleasure; it is a tempting fate, but one I would rather not experience."@@ Ummm, which party in this conversation is addicted to semen?<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Glass houses, dear.@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Regardless, it's time to take my leave. I wish you the utmost pleasure in painting your apartment translucent white. With your track record, I doubt it will take long. Good night, love."@@<<endif>> But before you get lost in the streets as well, you decide to better watch where you're going to eventually [[reach your apartment.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]

Upon noticing your passive refusal, you can tell @@.blue;Bob@@ is less than pleased. The whole affair becomes rather unceremonious from here on in. One aggressive remark from @@.blue;Bob@@ is all you're getting out of him for the rest of the night. @@.blue;"Guess you're less of a cow and more of a bitch,"@@ he exclaims before flipping you over on your belly, pulling you on your knees, and dominating you doggy-style for the rest of the evening. As nice as it felt, you can't say that you got off. Especially unnerving is the fact that he didn't touch your breasts once, in fact, he merely paid your torso any mind once, and that was to use your neck and the bedside table for leverage after he lost balance once. @@.blue;Bob@@ did, however, and wants you to know that. Upon reaching climax, he immediately pulls out to leave you a little present on your back; a warm serving of his ejaculate. After that, he's gone as quickly as he came. Fortunately, he was disgruntled, but not dishonest; he left you another hundred bucks for your service. That's not amazing, but considering how little effort was required on your part, you'll take it. <<set $cash += 100>> Of course, no walk home is complete without a gloating, annoying voice in your head. @@.gold;"How are you doing@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.gold;?"@@ you greet her sullenly in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Clever girl, already expecting me. You're getting better at this. At whoring too. Although I personally don't understand half-measures. Why not go all-in while you're at it? You seem like enough of a whore to go for it. But enough about that. How do you enjoy your new piece of jewelry?"@@ New piece of... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.red;"Congratulations! Your <em>udders</em> are now permanently lactating. I would recommend not taking this cow persona too far, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm sure some guys would looove to have a sip of you. If this career doesn't work out, maybe you can open up a milkshake bar? Opportunities any way you look, and still you resent me, I just don't get you. Anyway, I'll leave you alone with your newfound food source. Perhaps you could invite some friends for a dinner party? I'm free on weekends..."@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you realise you were dumb enough to have @@.blue;Bob@@ fool you into thinking he lost his balance...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, you were waiting for me? That's so sweet of you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I'm fine, thanks! You must be too, what a hot night. Why don't you mooooo for me? *teeheeheeheehee*"@@ She seems to be really proud of herself for that one. @@.bunny;"That was like, so hot, but super sick at the same time, I can't believe you did that. My@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny; is such a pervert... So does my pervert like her new sparkly thingy?"@@ Sparkly thingy? Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.bunny;"Isn't that great?! Your titties are always gonna spill milk now. That's like, really useful! Whenever you're hungry, you can just have a little sip. Or a friend of yours. Or a total stranger..."@@ her thoughts drift of in what you can only call a sick example of jealousy. @@.bunny;"Totally no need to thank me, but you should probably carry empty bottles around with you *giggle* or just lotsa guys. Ooh, that reminds me, gotta run, I have a thingy,"@@ in five minutes you will, probably in every bodily orifice, @@.bunny;"cya next time, byebye!"@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you realise you were dumb enough to have @@.blue;Bob@@ fool you into thinking he lost his balance...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Getting cocky, are we? I wouldn't take that mouth of yours quite so full. But I'll forgive your small transgression. In all honesty, they are quite entertaining. And at this point, what part of you isn't, I wonder. Today, one more part of you upped its entertainment value. And say, how does your jewelry look?"@@ What is she... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.orange;"It looks gorgeous on you, don't rack your brain over it. Even better, you'll have an endless supply of milk for the foreseeable future. I have to say, the amount of fluids that must be coating the hotel room right now... To live without concern for other people, only for the purpose of carnal pleasure; it is a tempting fate, but one I would rather not experience."@@ Ummm, which party in this conversation is addicted to semen?<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Glass houses, dear.@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Regardless, it's time to take my leave. I wish you the utmost pleasure in painting your apartment translucent white. With your track record, I doubt it will take long. Good night, love."@@<<endif>> But before you get lost in the streets as well, you decide to better watch where you're going to eventually [[reach your apartment.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Jonathan@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a nearly bald guy greets you. He is very focussed on your lips from the very moment he lays eyes on you. Smiling widely, you assume he deems you worthy. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, every street walker is envying you for bee-stung cushions like that.@@ @@.blue;Jonathan@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. Soon he does, seemingly very comfortable with this setup. You'd wager he's hired @@.gold;people like you@@ before, likely more than once. Likewise, he notices that you don't have as much experience, and tries to ease you in. His first ministrations are sensual, but tame if you consider you're acting as a sex worker in this scenario. @@.blue;Jon@@ seems quite content to essentially just make out, even though he's quite into it, kissing you passionately, almost ecstatically. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> was right, this guy <em>loves</em> lips. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>And damn if you don't love it too right now.<<endif>> As time goes on, he slowly and subtly guides you downwards, with you caressing his chest, and shortly his belly too, before arriving at your @@.gold;destination@@. @@.blue;Jon@@ looks down at you from above and just nods at you. Your fingers rest on his belly, and start to [[undo his belt.|Week 3, Day 2 - Sexing Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>After some experienced twists of your hands, @@.blue;Jon@@'s quite erect cock plops out of his underpants and right on your nose. The scent alone is enough to send you into heat, so you don't waste any time in getting down to business. Basically throwing yourself on the dick before you, @@.blue;Jon@@ is evidently excited by your enthusiastic display, his dick twitching upon entering you already. You slobber noisily up and down his length, juices going everywhere, it's seriously messy. Neither of you mind, in fact, the background slurping is like an orchestra accompanying you on your journey to get your client's rocks off. To top it off, you start moaning around the cock inside you, prompting @@.blue;Jon@@ to find his confidence and joining into the sighs of pleasure. You lick the length before you up and down, unrelenting. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>The sensation of it is driving you nuts, you can't bring yourself to stop.<<set $submissiveness += 2>><<endif>> While you're working him down there, @@.blue;Jon@@ is sure to take care of your confidence. His constant words of reassurance such as @@.blue;"Shit, this is the best"@@, and @@.blue;"You were born for this whoring thing, sweetheart"@@, are so sweet, they warm your heart from the inside. Every word of praise earns @@.blue;Jon@@ a cock-stuffed smile and a few more intimate encounters with your throat. If you still had a gag reflex, this whole deal would probably have ended in a disaster. @@.gold;Fortunately@@, that was taken care of by the choker, and you find yourself not just easily, but merrily taking meat right into your very @@.gold;core@@. This job isn't as bad as you thought it would be, and that thought is slightly worrying you. You aren't left much time to ponder it though, because @@.blue;Jon@@ up there is starting to pant in a rather exhausted tone, and shorter, more intense bursts. Fully understanding what that means, you prepare to be @@.gold;filled@@ thoroughly by his seed. To your surprise, @@.blue;Jon@@ pulls out moments later, slaps you across the cheeks with his dick and explodes right into your face, painting you utterly, completely white. Your entire face is coated in semen, any bukkake fan would be jealous of @@.blue;Jon@@ and you'd bet he's quite excited. You can't tell for sure, since you can't open your eyes just yet. Trying your best to at least regain vision, you wipe the cum off your lids, but keep the rest on. Wouldn't want to deny your customer a look at his work, the depravity of which gets you a little aroused, @@.gold;you little slut@@.<<set $submissiveness += 2>> @@.blue;"Hell girl, you sure never heard of something called 'gag reflex', have you?"@@ he asks, chuckling. You used to... @@.blue;"You may just become my favourite, and I definitely won't let you leave before you give me your name so I can request you more often."@@ You comply and write down some info for him, but also tell him that you're rather busy and might not be available all the time. @@.blue;"I can tell why, fuck. Anyway, while I truly enjoyed your services, the night doesn't have to be over quite yet. What do you say we kick it up a notch for some extra cash? Another 300 bucks sound good?"@@ He pays you the $$200 he already owes and then waves another stack of bills. It sure is tempting... 300 dollars is nothing to sneeze at.<<set $cash += 200>> [[Go next level.|Week 3, Day 2 - Super Sexing Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Go home.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $throatclit = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>@@.blue;"That's what I wanted to hear, you slut!" Jon@@ celebrates and you're rewarded with a tingling in your nether region. Next, he instructs you to lay on your back, and shuffle to the edge of the bed. Your head's still rested on the mattress, but right above it, there's nothing; you're looking at an upside down @@.blue;Jon@@ standing in front of you, smiling in anticipation of getting his money's worth. Softly, he grabs your chin and pulls it down, opening your mouth, before his length pushes inside apprehensively at first. Doing this all with your neck over-extended and your eyes staring at his thighs is a situation you're not used to, which makes it a little awkward at first. @@.gold;That's good, more things to learn.@@ You adapt to the challenge rather quickly, which isn't that surprising to you. The choker's most likely helping you along, @@.gold;and you should thank it for its assistance@@. @@.blue;Jon@@ gets progressively bolder, by now easily reaching so far back into your mouth that your tongue can hardly feel the tip of his dick. You hear his voice. @@.blue;"Are you ready?"@@ he wants to know. You can't tell whether you heard his voice break up out of excitement there, but you imagine the smile plastered on his face must be large enough to be called grotesque. As best you can, you nod around the mouthful to give your consent. Momentarily, your throat is invaded all the way to the hilt by @@.blue;Jon@@'s cock. Breathing is impossible for the moment which you hadn't anticipated, so you struggle for a few seconds, but are released soon enough. Your lover quickly settles into a rhythm and continues facefucking you. With little room to move in your awkward position, you're hardly more than a vessel for his meat, hardly more than a cocksleeve. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="images/blowjob.webm" type='video/webm; codecs="vp9, vorbis"'> </video> <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You find that he gets excited rather quickly. @@.blue;Jon@@ is already panting and sighing wildly. @@.blue;"Hnf, your lips are so soft and tight, your mouth's like a vacuum chamber."@@ You take that to mean he likes it. To erase all suspicion however, he confirms his excitement by depositing some semen into your stomach, to your surprise. You squeal a little as the torrent rushes through your throat, you hadn't expected him to finish that fast. With your @@.gold;talents@@ however, you can't fault the guy. Even more shockingly, @@.blue;Jon@@ doesn't even want to take a break! After the rush of sperm as ended, he just keeps going. You're going to be quite full tonight... <<endif>>As he's fucking you, @@.blue;Jon@@ occasionally caresses the front of your neck... Why does that feel so good? You figured out that he's evidently enjoying the sight of your throat bulging out in the front while he's fucking you. Still, you can't shake the feeling that deepthroating this guy is starting to feel a lot better than it should, and much better than it did just a few minutes ago. <<if $penis is 1>>Your dick has gotten that message too. Feeling your balls tighten up, you twitch a little as you're ejaculating straight onto your stomach in an orgasm so intense that your vision is flashing white for a few seconds, holy shit.<<elseif $penis is 0>>You're feeling that down below as well. Your pussy is shooting fluids onto the sheets as you erupt into an orgasm so intense that your vision is flashing white. Holy shit, you just came just from blowing a guy!<<endif>> This leaves you predictably exhausted and content, which really has no impact on the scene, since @@.blue;Jon@@ has been riding you hard from the beginning, with you simply surrendering your will. And soon you'll have to surrender to a thick liquid streaming down your throat<<if $lipImplant is 1>> again<<endif>>. @@.blue;Jon@@'s cock twitches inside you to announce your @@.gold;success@@. And success has to be rewarded; in your case with a surprisingly massive torrent of cum, flushed straight into your stomach. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>Damn, you are full. The slightest movement makes all the sperm inside you slosh around your belly.<<endif>> @@.blue;Jon@@ is visibly happy with his investment and pays you right away. @@.blue;"Here's your money, girl. You sure earned it. I hope you're keeping a spot open in your schedule, because I definitely need those lips to keep me company again,"@@ he chuckles, and you play along. You're hesitant to accept the compliment, but very quick to take the money.<<set $cash += 300>> $$300 well earned. You thank him for his professionalism and say goodbye. On your way home,<<if $lipImplant is 1>> you contemplate stopping by a place to get a quick dinner in, but realise that you actually feel so full, you're literally not even hungry.<<set $cash += 10>> @@.gold;What a useful development, perhaps we should see where this leads?@@ You can't delight in having saved some money long before<<endif>> a familiar voice nags you over the choker. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What a performance, what a night! Your throat got a real workout tonight, didn't it?" Bonnie@@'s voice blares in your ears. You take it as a rhetorical question and simply wait for her gloating speech to be over. @@.red;"Well, I don't have to tell you, do I? You've had a front-row seat, after all. But let's cut to the chase. How do you like your new jewelry?"@@ she asks. New jewelry? What is she... your hand shoots to your neck and there it is. Something hanging from your choker. You turn toward a dark store window to examine your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] That explains why he was rubbing over your neck, and probably also why it felt so nice. Well, nice is quite an understatement, isn't it, you actually orgasmed from the sensation. Apparently, this thing is responsible for something new to your condition. Perhaps @@.red;Bonnie@@ will shed some light on this, and conveniently, she speaks up next. @@.red;"Oh come on, you couldn't be that oblivious, can you? Then again, an orgasm like that takes a lot out of you. I'm pretty sure you'll have plenty more like it with your new throatclit. Welp, I gotta go, was a real pleasure talking to you. Probably not your greatest pleasure tonight, but I'll take it."@@ She signs off with her trademark chuckle. A throatclit? Going by that name and what you felt earlier, you can only assume this means blowjobs will now feel much, much better. @@.gold;Another reason to give some out for free!@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Heyaaa, how you doing? Probably pretty great, I saw you cumming reeeeaaaaal hard *teehee* but anyways, how you like your new shiny?"@@ Huh? "Shiny" meaning... jewelry? Your hands race upwards at your throat and detect something unknown dangle from the choker. @@.blue;Jon@@ must have... You turn around, facing a empty, dark store window to see your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] That explains why he was rubbing over your neck, and probably also why it felt so nice. Well, nice is quite an understatement, isn't it, you actually orgasmed from the sensation. Apparently, this thing is responsible for something new to your condition. Perhaps @@.bunny;Bunny@@ will shed some light on this, and conveniently, she speaks up next. @@.bunny;"Like what, you didn't notice? *teehee*@@ @@.pink;Sis@@@@.bunny;, you're so dumb! But having so much fun, I can kinda understand it..."@@ she trails off here for a moment and seems to be fantasising about getting railed. You clear your throat almost comedically to see if you can get any more information out of her. @@.bunny;"Huh? Oh righty, I should probably tell you what this thingy does. It's called a 'pendant' and this one's super cool! Whenever you give blowies, it's going to feel extra nice, just like when you're getting it... down there *giggle* or maybe even nicer! It's like you've got a clitty in your mouth, I guess. Okay, but now I gotta... uh, do <em>stuff</em>,"@@ this remark is accentuated by heavy breathing, @@.bunny;"so uh, toodeloo, don't have too much fun without me!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good evening, dear. I see you've enjoyed yourself tonight. But by now there's probably more night's where that's true rather than false."@@ You wish it weren't, but sadly, she's right. @@.orange;"And you're one ornament richer for it. How do you like your new accessory, hm?"@@ New accessory? That can only mean... your hands speed up to your throat and indeed find something alien, dangling from your choker. Turning around in the direction of a dark, empty store window, you see the culprit in your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] Some kind of pendant is attached to the choker, bouncing against your throat. It's not exactly a flattering symbol to be carrying around your neck, but it's rather late to be bothered by that, isn't it? At least you can figure now why @@.blue;Jon@@ was rubbing over your choker back there. @@.orange;"You were actually unaware of what was happening? Love, your libido is taking control. Perhaps that's voluntary though? Nevermind, I don't mean to pry. By all means, keep your private affairs private."@@ Says the woman in control of the all-seeing sci-fi surveillance device. @@.orange;"I should probably clue you in though, as a courtesy. This pendant, as you hopefully already guessed even with your sex-addled brain, is not a fashion accessory. The bountiful amount of blowjobs you dish out will doubtlessly amuse you even more now; thanks to this, it should feel almost like having your clitoris played with. Not that you'd need the extra motivation, as you've demonstrated quite clearly, but we're nothing if not benevolent. I think that concludes our business for tonight, go get some sleep, dear, and try not defiling any innocent strangers on your way home."@@<<endif>> Revelation upon revelation. Seems like that's what your life is about these days. You're stuck with this thing now, and are quite certain you know what it means. Well. It could be worse right? @@.gold;If anything, this is an improvement.@@ Right, what could go wrong!? Nevermind, you've had enough for today, and sarcastic comments won't help that. [[Go home already.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]

The following scenes have been written by lorigor from TFGS! <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;@@.blue;Frankie@@@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a quite young-looking guy greets you. He seems quite giddy ahead of the evening and bids you to come in. You aren't sure, but you're quite sure his gaze is locked onto you from behind, you feel compelled to blush. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, you could kill with an ass like that.@@ As you walk in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. @@.blue;Frankie@@ smiles as he looks you over. @@.blue;"Damn, I love that ass you're carrying around. Not the biggest, but definitely in the juicy category, and fucking beautiful. But I'll find that out first-hand soon enough. Hereâ€™s the deal, first Iâ€™m going to play with your ass a bit and get it nice and warmed up. And then, if you want more money, we can go a little further. Sound good?"@@ Heâ€™s paying just to play with my ass a bit? He isnâ€™t even going to fuck it unless I want more? Thatâ€™s almost too easy. @@.gold;"Sounds great!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ grins wider and comes over, running his hands over your shoulders and breasts. He pulls you into an embrace and quickly strips off your clothes, leaving you naked. Now that your ass is exposed, he moves his hands to your round bottom. He cups and squeezes each cheek, and then starts massaging them in his strong hands. A shiver runs through your body as you feel your squishy breasts push against his strong chest. It feels so right to be wrapped up in his strong, masculine arms. You canâ€™t help but push your hips back to grind your ass into his groping hands. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oooh! That -eels good!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oooh! That feels good!"@@<<endif>> you moan as [[a tremor of pleasure shoots up your spine.|Week 3, Day 2 - Sexing Frankie - Ass Lover]]

@@.blue;"You like that you little slut?"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ pants hotly above you as he squeezes and rubs your butt cheeks together. His index finger slides between them and rubs your little anal star in a circle. He traces the circle, adding a gentle pressure but not yet pushing it in. After a moment, he pulls his hand away and steps back to look at you. @@.blue;"Fuck, you got a great ass! I want to see it bounce!"@@ He turns you around, and then reclines back into a chair. @@.blue;"Shake it for me baby!"@@ You lean forward and jut your ass back at @@.blue;Frankie@@, then begin to shake your hips. You jiggle your ass back and forth in front of him, swaying from side to side seductively. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Like this? You want -e to twerk it -or you?â€@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Like this? You want me to twerk it for you?â€@@<<endif>> You giggle as your round, feminine ass brushes over his face as you bounce it too close. @@.blue;Frankie@@ reaches into his pants and fishes out his cock, which is already rock hard. He begins to stroke it furiously as he enjoys the show. @@.blue;"Oh yeah, keep dancing baby! Make that ass move!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ licks his lips, and then presses his face tight against your ass. His wet tongue slobbers over your ass cheeks as they move from side to side across his face. You moan whorishly as you feel his tongue brush over your ass hole, licking it all over. Getting lost in the pleasure makes you feel somewhat guilty, this shouldn't be that good, nothing even happened yet. Soon those thoughts are gone though as the excitement of performing for him overtakes you. Youâ€™re eagerly grinding your ass into his face and tongue as he licks you out. @@.blue;"Fuck it, I gotta have that ass. What do you think, girl? You ready for some extra cash to let me split open that tight ass for you?"@@ You've already made 200 bucks, but a little more doesn't sound that bad. And you can't deny that you feel quite excited by now...<<set $cash += 200>><<set $submissiveness += 4>> [[Let him split you open like a coconut.|Week 3, Day 2 - Super Sexing Frankie - Ass Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Back out.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $asslube = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh yes, -lease!"@@ You groan out. @@.gold;"-ut it dee- inside -e!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh yes, please!"@@ You groan out. @@.gold;"Put it deep inside me!"@@<<endif>> @@.blue;Frankie@@ is quick to oblige. He leaps to his feet and presses his throbbing cock against your ass. The feeling of that thick, pulsating meat makes you quiver. He pushes you over to the table and bends you over. Your ass is already slick from his spit, so he wastes no time in lining up the bulbous head of his cock with your anal ring. One hand pulls your ass cheeks apart as the other takes hold of his cock. He begins to press it forward, groaning as the head sinks inside your body. @@.blue;"Oh hell yes! Fuck, you Asians got tight asses!"@@ A tremor of pleasure runs through you as you glow at his compliment. Maybe being an Asian Whore isnâ€™t so bad? Your arms fan out across the table as you try and relax yourself to take him even deeper inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Uuugh, thank you! Oh your -ig white cock -eels so good in -y ass! -ush it dee-er! <em>Dee-er</em>!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mmm, thank you! Oh your big white cock feels so good in my ass! Push it deeper! <em>Deeper</em>!"@@<<endif>> You plead with him as you raise your hips, impaling yourself on his cock in your impatience to get it all the way inside. Where did that come from? Spurred on by your eagerness, @@.blue;Frankie@@ slaps both hands on your ass and grips tight, and then yanks you back hard while he launches forward. The entirety of the thick girth slams inside you, stretching out your anal passage and filling your rectum up completely as he slides inside. You toss your head back and moan as the thick shaft hilts itself deep in your body. Youâ€™ve never felt so full before. You work your hips from side to side, stirring the dick inside you. The girth is quick to stretch out your walls, loosening the back passage to make it even easier for him to move in and out. CRACK! All of a sudden, @@.blue;Frankie@@ spanks you sharply on the ass. The sudden assault makes you clench up tightly around his cock and squeeze it firmly inside yourself. @@.blue;"Oh yeah thatâ€™s it, squeeze my dick! Just like that!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ smacks you again, and then again. Each time his hand impacts your feminine butt, you clamp around his thick member. @@.blue;Frankie@@ continues to spank you, making your light brown ass start to flush and sting. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Ah! Oh! Ow! Uugh!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Ah! Oh! Ow! Mmm!"@@<<endif>> You release a high pitched squeal as @@.blue;Frankie@@ spanks your bottom. You canâ€™t help but dance beneath his hand, grinding even harder into his shaft and squeezing it more firmly. After a few moments he smacks you one last time, and then tightly grips your hips, holding you steady as he starts to thrust. @@.blue;"Thatâ€™s it, take it right up your tight little ass!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ grunts gutturally as he pumps his hips in and out of you. The hot walls of your ass cling tightly to his cock, hugging every vein and contour of the shaft as he pounds it in and out. His hips are already moving in a blur, and you can tell it wonâ€™t be long before he starts cumming. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Ah! Yes! Thank you, sir! Gi-e -e your -ig dick! -uck -e harder!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Ah! Yes! Thank you, sir! Give me your big dick! Fuck me harder!"@@<<endif>> Your hair flies about your face as you undulate beneath @@.blue;Frankie@@. You squeeze your ass around his cock every time it reaches the deepest point inside you, and then release it as he pulls out again. @@.blue;"Aaah!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ cries out in pleasure as his cock erupts, spurting a heavy load of thick, creamy cum deep inside your bowels. He continues to pump his hips, working himself in and out as he milks his shaft of all that delicious seed deep inside your body. You purr in satisfaction at being rewarded with the thick, creamy load of cum. You can feel its warmth inside you, and as @@.blue;Frankie@@ pulls himself out you clench your sphincter tightly to keep it all trapped inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Aah, that was -eautiful -a-y. I ho-e you co-e -ack again real soon!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mmm, that was beautiful baby. I hope you come back again real soon!"@@<<endif>> You smile brightly at @@.blue;Frankie@@ as he pulls out a wad of cash to pay you. @@.blue;"You can be sure of that, toots. I do love them Asian asses!"@@ It's time to go home after a day of hard work, having earned another $$200<<set $cash += 200>>. You both say your goodbyes and you get on your way after cleaning up a little. But your walk home is hardly undisturbed, your panties keep clinging to your buttcheeks, sticky and unyielding. You're relatively certain that they were dry when you left the hotel but there's no doubt that you're underwear is <em>drenched</em> right now. That's odd. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Why hello!"@@ it chimes from your choker. How surprising... @@.red;"I see you're having a little fluid displacement issue!"@@ Of course she's behind this. @@.red;"I assume you've come to terms with the latest addition to your choker?"@@ Addition?\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"How's it gooooing, baby?"@@ Baby? @@.bunny;"I'll bet you can't keep your juices inside you right now *teehee* but how do you like your new choky thingy?"@@ New choky thingy?\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good evening my sweet," Bridget@@ almost sings through the choker, @@.orange;"I don't know if you noticed, fluid-addicted as you are, but you're leaking, honey. It's a mystery to me why you keep sticking new jewelry to that choker, yet complain about it all the time."@@ New jewelry?<<endif>> You search for a reflecting surface nearby, finding a large window that does the trick. She's right, there's a pendant dangling from your choker looking... very much like a used up sphincter. [img[images/anusPendant.jpg]] <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I think it looks lovely on you. And the effects will be most useful for somebody like yourself. Keep going like that, I'm proud of you!"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"It's so pretty! I'm almost jealous. But really, I don't like it up my butt that much, so it's okay, I'll allow you to keep it *giggle*"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I'm sure it will make for a useful feature. If we can't sate your hunger for cock, maybe we'll at least be able to simplify the process. No need to thank me, you're doing just about enough for me."@@<<endif>> When did that pendant even get on you? You hadn't noticed at all, but its effects are undeniable, pussy juice still leaking out of your ass and dripping down your thighs by now. Well, at least [[you're back home|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]], although that's hardly any consolation.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Bryan@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a pretty young guy, looking about as young as you do since the transformations, greets you. He inspects you for a few moments, and says a few things which seem a little odd to you. At least he appears to like you. @@.blue;Bryan@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the bed inside and take a seat on the edge of the large mattress, waiting for him to make his intentions known. He doesn't exactly do that, but he sits down, next to you, somewhat hesitant. All he manages for now is wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and you engage by resting your head on his chest, still [[sitting on the bed.|Week 3, Day 2 - Uhh... Sexing Bryan - DFC Lover]]

This goes on for far longer than you expected, a clock near one of the hotel room walls telling you this embrace lasted for nearly twenty minutes now. The only thing less believable would be for you to complain about not having to fuck this dude. So instead you simply enjoy the rest from your otherwise rather eventful days. Nobody can fault you for going along with what this guy does, right? Technically, yes. However, you're dependent on customer satisfaction. If the guy's just feeling you out, or is simply too shy to try anything himself and expects you to take charge, that may reflect poorly on you. Occasionally, you shift your balance a little, wrap your left arms around his stomach sometimes, and even touch his thigh -- after your recent adventures, you didn't expect you'd consider this a daring move ever again -- for a few seconds here and there, to gauge his response. All of your shifting is met by some of his, mostly uncomfortable, it seems to you. The erratic movement in the fabric of his pants is unmistakably a growing erection, which at least tells you you're on the right track. Simple, subtle wiles you didn't use to possess now having such an effect on a guy is causing pride to well up inside you, which makes you somewhat uncomfortable. You can basically feel @@.blue;Bryan@@'s resolve crumbling, whatever reason there might be to have to overcome his resolve in the first place. But somehow, he deems it necessary to keep you at a distance, up until now. Feeling his head move, you look up and find him staring directly into your eyes... almost romantically, despite the situation. As hesitantly as before, @@.blue;Bryan@@'s eyes close and he goes in for a twitchy, nervous kiss. His lips feel nice, there's no denying it, but his attitude is obviously not conducive to the atmosphere. As time goes on, he eases into it though, and gets a little bolder. His right hand snakes down your side and squeezes your rear. You try to give him easier access by shifting your weight, but a few seconds later he pulls back entirely. @@.blue;"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean too... I mean I shouldn't have... Here's the money,"@@ he hands you two $$100 bills.<<set $cash += 200>> That certainly was easy money. Something still irks you about this encounter. That's how far you've come; not being taken advantage of makes you immediately suspicious. Not to mention all this kissing and foreplay has worked you up immediately, though not severely.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> So do you want to poke and prod, or be lame and leave? [[Get investigative.|Week 3, Day 2 - Super Sexing Bryan - DFC Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Go home.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

@@.gold;"What's this all about, am I not pretty enough?"@@ you tease him with a smile and grab his arm, sitting down next to him again. He's visibly irritated, perhaps a subtler approach would have been preferable. Can't change it now though, and he's still rather quiet, you'll just have to feel him out a little more. If he doesn't talk, then you simply have to be a little more forceful. @@.blue;"N-no, you're very... very pretty,"@@ he eventually stammers as a response. @@.gold;"But why do you want me to leave then?"@@ you push him further, @@.gold;"Why don't you want me to stay?"@@ Again, his discomfort couldn't be clearer. @@.blue;"I don't... you don't have to leave"@@, he replies, faster this time, and with less stuttering. That's a start, you suppose. But you still don't get it. Why would he be paying so much money for a little foreplay and then act all shy and distraught? @@.gold;"So what do we do then? I'm boooored,"@@ you continue to tease, your hand once again dropping into his lap, cautiously and subtly caressing his thigh. You will get a complete sentence out of him even if you have to rip the words out of his throat. To this, he merely mumbles an incoherent, inaudible response, so you ask him to please repeat himself. @@.blue;"W-we can't... What if Mom and Dad f-find out?"@@ you barely hear over his stuttering and irregular breathing. Mom and Dad? It takes you a moment, but you begin to make sense of things. He's asking for somebody with a slender build, like a young girl. He's talking about parents as if they're both yours and his, why else would he call them 'Mom and Dad', he'd normally just say 'my parents'. Meaning the reason 'Mom and Dad' aren't allowed to find out about you suggestively touching his thigh is that going any further than that would be incest. Spelling it all out makes it rather obvious why this guy was classified as fucked up, but not dangerous. That category had somewhat confused you before. So he has some kind of incest fantasy with his sister -- imaginary or real. The only question is, will you indulge it? [[Of course you will.|Week 3, Day 2 - Big Bro Bryan - DFC Lover]] He might pay extra, and you may even have some fun yourself. <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[No way.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]] Why take the risk? You already made good money tonight.<<endif>>

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ @@.gold;"Don't worry big bro,"@@ you beam at him, and sit down on his lap, @@.gold;"Mommy and Daddy aren't home tonight; we've got the whole house to ourselves."@@ You go in for another kiss, energetically enough to topple @@.blue;Bryan@@. Now you're both lying on the bed, one step closer to actually making out, instead of some kissing and grabbing. Things quickly heat up from there, and @@.blue;Bryan@@ visibly gets into it more now that you're playing along. Long past caressing your tits, he dares to go after your honeypot.<<if $penis is 1>> @@.gold;Oh, he's in for a surprise.@@<<endif>> His hands inch downwards from your chest, over your belly and your hips, to grab your panties and pull them down. You stretch out your legs to make it easier for him, and soon, your underwear is gone. He breaks the kiss and your embrace to take in the sight. <<if $penis is 1>>@@.blue;"B-but sis..." Bryan@@'s back in stuttering mode. Unable to move, he just kneels in front of the bed, staring at your crotch. You have to hold back laugher, but also know that you should take care of him and keep this roleplay going before he snaps. Moving over to the edge of the bed, you grab him by the shoulders, turn him around and seat him on the mattress before getting on your knees in front of him. @@.gold;"If you keep my secret, I'll keep <em>this</em> one..."@@ you explain to him before wrapping your mouth around his length. Looking up at him, it's clear that he won't be able to react to you much more, there's clearly very little blood left in his brain. <<if $asslube is 0>><<set $submissiveness = 1>>Might as well get yourself prepared then. First one finger, then a second one enter your anus to very lightly stretch your entrance. After a minute or two, your hand wanders to @@.blue;Bryan@@'s shaft, rubbing it for a few seconds -- more to get the saliva on there than for actual stimulation. Your fingers then wander back to your sphincter and keep massaging it, ranging from gentle prodding to three-finger-fucking yourself before letting @@.blue;Bryan@@ enter you.<<else>>Since you don't have much to prepare, you can mostly concentrate on your blowjob technique. Your ass has long ago started running girlcum down your legs, you barely even muster the courage to touch your rear entrance. Still, you resolve to stretch yourself a bit before letting @@.blue;Bryan@@ enter you.<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>And it clearly is too much for him to handle. @@.blue;Bryan@@ freezes up at the sight of your @@.gold;perfect pussy@@. Unable to move, he just kneels in front of the bed, staring at your crotch. You have to hold back laugher, but also know that you should take care of him and keep this roleplay going before he snaps. Moving over to the edge of the bed, you grab him by the shoulders, turn him around and seat him on the mattress before getting on your knees in front of him. @@.gold;"If you don't tell Mommy and Daddy about seeing little sis' pussy, I won't tell them about <em>this</em>..."@@ you explain to him before wrapping your mouth around his length. Looking up at him, it's clear that he won't be able to react to you much more, there's clearly very little blood left in his brain. Good, that leaves you to concentrate on the blowjob. You slobber over @@.gold;big bro@@'s cock noisily, leaving trails of saliva everywhere over the bed and his crotch. Just like your mouth, your snatch is starting to drip its juices everywhere, and just a minute or so of sucking sees you more than ready to have your muff stuffed. You give him a couple more moments in your warm, inviting mouth before letting him enter you for good.<<endif>> But now you figure it's about time for that. Drawing back from his cock with a wet slurping noise, @@.blue;Bryan@@ doesn't even react to the interrupted fellatio, apparently he's in his own little world now. As you move to climb back up the bed, your eyes drift toward your purse that you dropped nearby, and two scrunchies catch your gaze. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>... She knew you'd come here and what @@.blue;Bryan@@'s all about. Regardless, there's no danger to it, and it'll help with the role. With surprisingly adept hands, you tie your hair into pigtails, immediately making you look ten years younger, like a high school senior, @@.gold;although it would help if you didn't have precum dripping down the corner of your mouth@@. Here you are, approaching the finish line, you push @@.blue;Bryan@@ to fall on his back and straddle him, finally being face-to-face with him again. At a moment's notice, he seems to react to you again, like he just woke up from a restful slumber, now hardly able to believe his luck. You insert his meat into your under a heavy breath and a silent moan. When you open your eyes again, @@.blue;Bryan@@ stares at you in amazement. @@.blue;"I can't... Sis, I didn't know you were so... dirty,"@@ he tells you, incredulous. You whisper into his ear, @@.gold;"For you I am, big bro"@@, followed by a smile and a tremendous cry of pleasure as you impale yourself on @@.gold;big bro@@'s rod. Just to avoid having to watch his shocked, frankly stupid-looking face, you go in for a kiss you won't break until you've got him of for good. And on that topic, you don't break rhythm either, your ass still slapping on @@.blue;Bryan@@'s pelvis with force and in steady intervals. He's definitely not the best you had; sex with him isn't all that different to boning a dead fish you imagine, all you get is some occasional twitching and a constantly gasping mouth. The quality is definitely not in the act itself, but you have to admit that somewhere in the middle, you stopped playing along for him and actually started to enjoy playing the role of his perverted <<if $penis is 1>>'sister'<<elseif $penis is 0>>sister<<endif>>. @@.blue;Bryan@@'s clearly not very experienced either. Your thoughts drift, pondering what it would feel like to deflower a virgin, somebody who can't believe that @@.gold;a knock-out@@ like you would defile herself in bed with a down-on-his-luck guy like him. Pondering has to be cut short though, interrupted by @@.blue;Bryan@@ who actually wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him before unloading deep, deep inside you, as far as he can reach toward your @@.gold;center@@. The warmth entering and heating you up is prompting spams of your own, declaring the arrival of your own orgasm. Your juices shoot <<if $penis is 1>>all the way up @@.blue;Bryan@@'s belly, forming a sticky puddle there.<<elseif $penis is 0>>all over @@.blue;Bryan@@'s dick, basically soaking his scrotum and the sheets beneath in clear pussymilk.<<endif>> You don't expect him to be with you anytime soon, so might as well get dressed. That was <em>fun</em>. No doubt about it, this will have consequences for your transformation, you already feel a little shorter, in fact... but you needed this. This was good for you. It felt good. A while later, even @@.blue;Bryan@@ comes to. You didn't want to leave without saying goodbye;and especially not without getting paid. He catches onto that quickly enough and hands you another 200 bucks without speaking a word.<<set $cash += 200>> You doubt that he could anyway. Which gives you a fun idea. @@.gold;"Gee, thanks so much bro! I love you, please call me again soon,"@@ you chirp, hugging him from the side and stroking his cock with your thigh. That's a goodbye he won't soon forget. Well, the hotel's booked for the whole night, so if he finds himself stunned, he'll be taken care of in the morning at the latest. With a victorious smile on your lips, you leave the hotel behind and [[return to your apartment.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]

<em>The following scenes have been written by none other than JoeForest from TFGS! Author of [[The Collar|http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=483]], [[The Broken Sensor|http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=679]] and [[S.L.U.T. Academy|http://www.tfgamessite.com/index.php?module=viewgame&id=574]], as well as Total Immersion on [[hentaifoundry|http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/JoeForest/19339/Total-Immersion]] and [[tgstorytime|http://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3064]].</em> <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Jim@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a middle-aged guy greets you. There's really very little distinguishable features about him, he's pretty much your average Joe. At the very least he seems to find you attractive. @@.gold;Who wouldn't?@@ @@.blue;Jim@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. @@.blue;Jim@@ pulls up a chair and sits opposite you, obviously nervous. @@.blue;"So, aha, youâ€™re my girl for the evening then?â€@@ @@.gold;Well, this is new...@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Yeah, I- all yours."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Yeah, Iâ€™m all yours."@@<<endif>> Leaning forward, you give him a great view of your generous @@.gold;cleavage@@ â€“ but he doesnâ€™t seem all that interested. @@.blue;"Okay then... erm, can I see your p-pussy?"@@ @@.gold;This has to be his first time, poor thing.@@ Smirking, you stand up and turn around, before slipping out of your dress and bending over in front of him. From the stifled gasp, it seems that the sight of your bare crotch almost gave him a heart attack. Intending to ease him in slowly, you turn your head to give him a smouldering look â€“ only to see that heâ€™s already dropped his trousers, a rock hard cock pointed straight out from his crotch. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh -y, you like what you see-EEEH~!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh my, you like what you see-EEEH~!"@@<<endif>>, [[he takes you off your game.|Week 3, Day 2 - Sexing Jim - Creampie Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ \ He rushed forward with no warning, quickly shoving his bare cock into your exposed @@.gold;pussy@@. Grabbing a firm hold of your hips, @@.blue;Jim@@ pushes you face down on the bed, before thrusting @@.gold;balls deep@@ inside of you. Leaning over you, and not stopping his pounding for a second, he whispers in your ear. @@.blue;"Are you on the pill,@@ @@.gold;whore?"@@ Thinking back, you remember the pills that <<if $contraception3 is 1>>you bought from <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> â€“ the pills that you hope is going to spare you any more problems than you already have to cope with.<<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> offered you â€“ the pills which seem much more appealing now that thereâ€™s actually a dick in your hole.<<endif>> <<if $contraception3 is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Y-yes, I a-."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Y-yes, I am."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"No... I- not."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"No... Iâ€™m not."@@<<endif>><<endif>> <<if $contraception3 is 1>>@@.blue;Jim@@ stops for just a second, before countering, @@.blue;"Well, gonna have to work a bit harder than, huh?"@@<<else>>@@.blue;Jim@@ stops for just a second, before whispering one final word to you. â€œ@@.blue;Good.@@â€<<endif>> Immediately, he then goes on the offensive again, pounding against your (@@.gold;fertile?@@) cunt even harder than before. While you didnâ€™t get a good look before, you can tell that @@.blue;Jim@@ possesses one of the larger cocks youâ€™ve serviced, your pussy walls gripping tight around him as he pistons back and forth. @@.gold;What if... what if I can get pregnant?@@ The thought is quickly driven from your mind, however, as @@.blue;Jim@@ snakes a hand around to rub at your new @@.gold;clit@@, eliciting a sensual @@.gold;moan@@ from your swollen lips. Now more than ever youâ€™re pushing back against him, @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s trying to fit as much as possible inside you. Pretty quickly, the pleasure piled up overflows into a @@.gold;moaning orgasm@@, your legs shaking and @@.gold;cunt@@ twitching. This in turn seems to push @@.blue;Jim@@ closer to his limit, as he pushes into you harder than ever, the tip of his dick pressed right up against your cervix. @@.blue;"Beg for it... beg for my cum,@@ @@.gold;slut!"@@ You canâ€™t stop yourself, helpless before the dick inside of you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-lease! Do it inside, -reed me!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Please! Do it inside, breed me!"@@<<endif>> With a final grunt, @@.blue;Jim@@ came explosively, the inevitable wave of thick @@.gold;semen@@, pumped directly into your hot @@.gold;womb@@. Holding himself there, @@.blue;Jim@@ fires off round after round inside of you, gripping tighter to your hips each time. @@.gold;Now thatâ€™s what I call a creampie...@@ [img[images/crpi1.jpg]] Finally, he slowly pulls out of you, throwing a wad of bills onto the bed in front of you. @@.blue;"$300, as agreed."@@<<set $cash += 300>> Still pretty out of it, you shift your eyes to take a look at the money. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Yeah... looks a-out right..."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Yeah... looks about right..."@@<<endif>> Unsteadily, you start to get to your feet, but @@.blue;Jim@@ gently places a hand on your back, stopping you. @@.blue;"Although... for twice that again, Iâ€™ve got something else in mind..."@@ Apparently, your performance was so good, heâ€™s convinced that youâ€™ll be worth the money for this next part. He does, however, warn you that it might get a bit... intense. @@.gold;As if what you just did wasnâ€™t intense enough already.@@ Asking him for more information doesnâ€™t yield much, but he does say that <<if $contraception3 is 1>>he wouldnâ€™t place too much faith into your birth control after this<<else>>there's no way he's going to be paying child support after this<<endif>>. [[Accept his offer?|Week 3, Day 2 - Devouring Jim - Creampie Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Or do you turn him down, and return home?|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]] @@.gold;I think Iâ€™ve had enough for today.@@<<endif>>

<<set $condomallergy = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 2>><<endif>>\ \ \ You think it over for a second, before nodding. @@.gold;"Iâ€™ll do it."@@ @@.blue;Jim@@ breaks out into a wide smile, @@.blue;"Brilliant! Now, you roll onto your back, let me just grab a couple of things."@@ Obeying him, you slowly roll over, your legs still dangling off the edge of the bed, as @@.gold;jizz@@ slowly starts to leak out of you. The first thing that @@.blue;Jim@@ brings over to you is one of the pillows from the bed, which he places under your arse, angling your crotch toward the ceiling and stopping any more @@.gold;cum@@ from escaping. @@.gold;I should remember that one...@@ Taking a small blister pack out of his pocket, he pops out two of the pills and quickly dry swallows them. At your questioning look, he only gestures to his rapidly hardening dick. @@.blue;"Keeps me hard, and keeps me cumming!"@@ @@.gold;Ooh, brilliant!@@ Practically wriggling in anticipation, you gasp as @@.blue;Jim@@ presses himself up against your sloppy, and still very sensitive, pussy. @@.blue;"Now then, letâ€™s see how much more your little cunt can take..."@@ Grabbing onto your hips again, he slides inside of you even more easily this time, and you realise something else. As youâ€™re facing him this time, you can see the look on his face â€“ almost predatory, and very @@.gold;dominating@@, although youâ€™re not really very hard to dominate. You really are nothing but a @@.gold;whore@@ to him, a life support system for your wet cunt. @@.gold;I was wrong... heâ€™s definitely done this before.@@ Looking further down, you almost immediately cum from what you see, as your stomach is bulging in time with @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s thrusts; it seems that your smaller stature is having more of an effect on your physiology though, as all you feel is increasing waves of pleasure from the increased stretching. Almost too soon, @@.blue;Jim@@ tenses up again, another forceful ejaculation finding itself deep inside your @@.gold;love tunnel@@, triggering your second orgasm of the night. Before you have time to come down from it though, @@.blue;Jim@@ quickly starts up again, still as hard as ever. @@.gold;OMG, those pills are amazing!@@ Without being asked this time, you start begging again, wanting nothing more than a fresh batch of jizz inside of you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-oooore, I neeeed it... ahn~... e--ty your -alls inside -e!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mo-ore, I neeeed it... ahn~... empty your balls into me!"@@<<endif>> @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s third load of cum quickly follows, along with another orgasm of yours, with which you show your earlier talent of squirting violently over his abs. Completely ignoring it, @@.blue;Jim@@ still doesnâ€™t let up, as he reaches into his pocket for a second time. Still dick-dumb, it takes you a second to see what heâ€™s holding up. [img[images/sperm_pendant.jpg]] @@.blue;"Iâ€™m going to put this on that choker of yours nowâ€¦ apparently itâ€™ll help you like this sort of thing even more."@@<<set $creampiePendant = 1>> Flashes of worry go through your mind, but youâ€™re having trouble focussing on why putting a pendant of a sperm cell on your magic collar might be a bad idea. As he leans forward over your body, @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s cock takes on a deeper angle inside of you as you cum once again, so you hardly notice the surprisingly loud *click* of the pendant attaching to your choker. A deep shiver runs through you, from your neck down to concentrate on your warm @@.gold;prick-holster@@, which explodes again in pleasure when @@.blue;Jim@@ fills you up for a fourth time, each time feeling even thicker and more potent than the last. [img[images/crpi2.jpg]] Finally, he withdraws from your battered slit, your upturned position still working to keep the mass of baby-batter dripping into your womb. @@.gold;Exactly as it should.@@ Fetching his wallet, @@.blue;Jim@@ retrieves six crisp $$100 bills, before shoving them crudely into your cum drenched hole, where they act as a makeshift (and very expensive) plug.<<set $cash += 600>> @@.blue;Jim@@ doesnâ€™t say anything more to you, leaving your womb to marinade in his @@.gold;nut-butter@@ as he quickly redresses himself and leaves. @@.gold;I hope I see him again...@@ Soon enough, you gather the energy (and motivation) to get up from the bed, where you surprisingly made very little mess. It seems that @@.blue;Jim@@ was very good at getting all of his cum where he wanted â€“ and the wad of bills stuck in your cunt was going to stay there until you got home to a shower. @@.gold;No point letting anything go to waste!@@ On the journey home, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>â€™s voice rings out in your head.\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>\ @@.red;"Dear lord, that was rough. Four loads in one evening, all by one client. Keep going like this and you're going to surpass me during my best days."@@ You blush, not sure whether out of embarrassment or shy pride. @@.red;"Quite daunting too, go on like you are and no birth control on the planet can save you from pregnancy." "Speaking of birth control, I'm sure you can't wait to hear what your new accessory does!"@@ Reaching up, you touch the silver pendant with one hand, as a shiver focuses on your crotch again, feeling a bit too good for your tastes. @@.red;"Oh, I hope you didn't think this gift was purely cosmetic. No, even though I doubt your clients will offer it, you should decline condoms from now on, for your own sake. The reaction to it... well, I suppose it's in the eye of the beholder, I'm sure you would revel in the feeling, after your performance tonight."@@ She chuckles characteristically and takes her leave, so to speak.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>\ @@.bunny;"Like, oh-em-gee,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, that was sooo hot! I canâ€™t believe youâ€™ve got 4 yummy loads of cum just sittinâ€™ inside of you right this second! Iâ€™m so jealous! Anyways, I just looove the new addition to your choker, Iâ€™m kinda surprised you went for it so eagerly!"@@ Reaching up, you touch the silver pendant with one hand, as a shiver focuses on your crotch again. @@.gold;Yep, Iâ€™m not even going to try and take this thing off.@@ @@.bunny;"Now, you probably wanna know what it does, and I thiiiink it stops you from using icky condoms. I mean, whoâ€™d even do that anyway? But ya, itâ€™s all bareback from now on! Anâ€™ if your coochie DOES work, then youâ€™re gonna be preggers in no time! Yay! Anyway, I gotta go anâ€™ do some boring stuff now. Buh-bye!"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>\ @@.orange;"Good to see you keep working hard, dear. I'm not surprised that you've so readily sold yourself, but to that extent... I must say I did not expect that. To think we spent so much time talking about birth control, if you keep going like this, you won't have to waste another thought on it."@@ She finishes the sentence with a throaty chuckle. @@.orange;"On that topic, your options are going to be limited from now on. I would strongly advise not letting your numerous customers put on condoms, if you should ever find somebody who wants to. That cute little pendant that you so greedily acquired will make sure the experience would be... a little too pleasant, even for you. But don't take my word for it, I won't complain if you're looking for empirical evidence. In fact, I expect and await it gleefully. See you then."@@<<endif>> More disastrous news. It's hard for you to feel anything about it really. As if the humiliation from the shape of this pendant wasn't enough, of course it has to magically force some sort of allergy to condoms onto you. [[You walk back home|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]], hoping you don't have to seriously contemplate pregnancy.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, or considering how you look at the moment in general. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Todd@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, an... honestly pathetic-looking guy greets you. His voice is somewhat squeaky and he sweats rather noticeably at your sight. @@.gold;Best to take it as a compliment.@@ He's really short too. Especially with your heels you tower over him, but even without them, damn. @@.blue;Todd@@ asks you to come in after a long, awkward pause, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. Fortunately, it only takes a minute or two for him to speak up in his weird voice. Immediately, @@.blue;Todd@@ is pretty forward, and asks you to show what you have... down below, seemingly unconvinced that you could honestly be a genetic male. @@.gold;A...nother compliment, you suppose?@@ Complying, you expose your crotch for him to see. He seems taken in by the sight of your <<if $transformationProgress is 0>>6 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>5.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>4.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>>4 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 5>>3.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 6>>3 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 7>>2.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 8>>2 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 9>>1.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 10>>1 inch oversized clitoris<<endif>>, hardly able to believe his luck. Enchanted, he suddenly kneels before you and surprises you by starting to [[lick it.|Week 3, Day 2 - Sexing Todd - Shemale Lover]]

Wow, this guy has some experience, you can tell. You've had quite a few sexual encounters with various ladies, most of all <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, and you have to say, his tongue is definitely among the better ones. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't intend this to be how the evening ends though. After a few minutes of ministration, he grabs your legs and flaps you on your back, unresisting. @@.blue;Todd@@ disconnects from your @@.gold;guyclit@@ with a pop and enters you quite roughly through your rear immediately. He's already gotten hard just from blowing you. @@.gold;If you're not careful, you're going to get outslutted here.@@ It's not exactly big, but you're worked up enough already that it should do the job for you. Beginning to thrust, @@.blue;Todd@@ is fucking you, and while it's pleasant, you have to put in some acting to really convince him. At first he was standing, but starts leaning onto you now, trying to kiss you. Quickly, he realises that he's physically too short for that, and thus opts to suck on your teats instead. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>@@.gold;Oof, you don't mind, that feels <em>great</em>!@@ It gets you seriously worked up.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> As time goes on, the pleasure progressively becomes more and more real, and less of an act. Regardless, when @@.blue;Todd@@ suddenly speeds up, it's much too early, and while you felt really damn good up until now, the dwindling orgasm makes you quite frustrated.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> Even the hot seed invading your ass isn't quite enough to get you off. Well, you should have known life as a prostitute isn't <em>that</em> cozy. Or cozy in any way, now that you think about it. This is far from your worst problem though, so sulking over it is pointless. Maybe you'll just finish the job yourself when you're back home. Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel something [[enter your ass again.|Week 3, Day 2 - Todd Wants You - Shemale Lover]]

What the hell? The deal clearly said <em>once</em>, not as often as he likes. You push @@.blue;Todd@@ off with your legs, and tell him exactly that, sitting up on the bed. @@.gold;"Hey, stop that, you only paid for o--ackk"@@, your voice is cut off by the short guy jumping on the bed and trying, and succeeding, to enter your mouth for a second round. As a result, you're coughing a little, which in turn helps to push him off you another time. <<if $submissiveness gte 4>><<if $obedience lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<elseif $obedience is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ However, your efforts turn out to be futile. @@.blue;Todd@@ speedily moves behind you now and wraps his right arm around your waist, preventing you from getting up. How is his right arm so strong, fuck, you can't get out! He proceeds to pull you into his lap and this time enters you for good. Testing his strength meekly one more time, you surrender to the situation at hand. You simply cannot escape his grasp. Might as well make the best of it. Hesitantly, you get yourself back into the rhythm, bobbing up and down on his thighs. Now that @@.blue;Todd@@ showed you how strong he is, it feels like... kind of like you're melting inside. Like you're swooning over how he's holding you right now. @@.gold;Using@@ you as he pleases. That thought shoots you over the edge, some small strings of cum drooping down your dick @@.gold;cutely@@. This is far from done however. @@.blue;Todd@@ barely reacts to your scream of pleasure, although you think you could see a fleeting grin on his face. So he continues @@.gold;abusing your body like the cocksleeve you are@@ for hours, barely giving you a rest. Finally though, he's injected you with his final load of cum, filling you pretty much to the brim, before falling asleep out of exhaustion. You could use a little rest too, but don't take too much time to clear your head. Fortunately, you've got your wits about you pretty quickly, so you check your holes to avoid leaking all over your clothes, which you put on afterwards. There's just one more risk you need to take before leaving. The money. Good for you that @@.blue;Todd@@ actually threw his pants on the floor at some point during the evening. Moving closer, you pick through every pocket of the jeans, until you finally strike gold. Sifting through the wallet, you find $$400 in cash! He probably brought it as a backup strategy for when his rape plans wouldn't work. @@.gold;You're glad they did, though...@@ Just to fuck with him for putting you through this, you throw some of the cards out of the window and put the wallet back into his pants, maybe he won't even notice right away.<<set $cash += 400>> Looks like you have everything taken care off. Not wanting to risk waking that @@.gold;lovely@@ guy up, [[you head home.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]\ \ <<else>><<set $quiz3 = 1>>However, that doesn't help you much. @@.blue;Todd@@ quickly moves to your back and wraps his right arm around your waist. Damn, how is his right arm so strong? You're absolutely unable to escape his grasp by sheer force, you keep pulling but he doesn't budge an inch. Just as he's pulling you onto his lap, your struggling earns you a lucky hit, your elbow connecting right with his chin, knocking him backwards. <strong>Yes</strong>, this is your chance! You make a run for it and on the way out, grab the money @@.blue;Todd@@ left on the table near the entrance. Sucks that you got undressed at one point during the evening, because you sure didn't have time to get dressed in such an elaborate outfit while fleeing. So here you are, standing naked in a corner of the lobby, heaving and exhausted, counting the money you snatched. @@.gold;"ONE-HUNDRED DOLLARS?!"@@, you nearly blurt out. The agreed upon amount was $$300. This bastard planned not only tried to rape you, but also to rip you off. Which leaves you with the next problem.<<set $cash += 100>> Getting home. Naked. This is going to be great. The silver lining here is probably that it's late enough for the streets to be fairly empty, and your apartment being close enough to the hotel. Regardless, you get a fair amount of cars passing you by and honking, despite you hurrying up to get back home. Taking a bus would probably have been faster, but you definitely weren't comfortable riding it naked. Receiving so much male attention for your @@.gold;sexy@@ body has left you @@.gold;quite flushed@@.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> When you set foot into your apartment, the realisation that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> only gave you the one outfit immediately dawns on you. You can't go naked for the whole remainder of the week... before you can even consider possible solutions, a voice appears in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Looking good,"@@ it sneers.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Sexy bitch! *teehee*,"@@ it celebrates.<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Interesting style choice,"@@ it mocks you.<<endif>> Of course, her. This can only go wrong. \ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Don't worry, I saw what happened and already had your wardrobe re-stocked with the same piece you chose. Wouldn't want you deprived of your dress of choice. You'll just owe me a little favour<<if $quizLost is 1 or $quizLost2 is 1>>, but you know how that feels already<<endif>>,"@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ announces.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I saw totally everything and super quickly snuck into your mansion to put the same clothes into your wardrobe again. You loved them so much, I didn't want to disappoint you! But now you owe me, like, tons. You'll have a chance to get even soon, don't worry,"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ announces cheerfully.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"No need to be afraid, I saw your little predicament and acted accordingly. Your wardrobe has been restocked with the outfit of your choice. Don't rack your brain over how you're going to repay this debt, I'll come up with something soon,"@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@ delights in telling you.<<endif>> Fantastic. Can't wait to see how that plays out. Anyway, you've [[arrived home|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]] after quite a shitty day.<<endif>>

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Dominic@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a buff guy greets you. Well, more or less. Before shooting you a single short glance, he just tells you to come in curtly. Your legs are shaking slightly, your panties damp already. @@.gold;You could easily imagine to fall asleep in those arms...@@ You shyly make your way in, set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting anxiously for him to make his intentions known. He does so rather quickly, eyeing you all over. @@.blue;"Yeah, you'll do nicely"@@, he declares, making you @@.gold;blush@@. @@.blue;"Kneel."@@ This time, it's a forceful command. You hesitate for a second, taken aback by the sudden order. A moment later, he takes a step closer to you and glares at you sternly, reinforcing his command. @@.gold;Naturally@@, [[you obey.|Week 3, Day 2 - Sexing Dominic - Dominant Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ @@.blue;"Present yourself"@@, he demands next. You catch on to what he means. Fiddling with your clothes, you free up access to your crotch, trying your best to stay on your knees, and lean backwards once you're done. <<if $penis is 1>>Spotting your @@.gold;cute@@ dick, he asks: @@.blue;"You one of those Thai Ladyboys, huh?"@@ That statement catches you off-guard. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"N-no, I- not!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"N-no, I'm not!"@@<<endif>>, you nervously blurt out in a rush, and you're glad that's all that comes out of your mouth. Because in your head, the next words were: @@.gold;"I'm Japanese!"@@ These fucking chokers are chipping away at the last vestiges of your identity and it only gets worse the more flustered you feel. @@.blue;"Sure you're not"@@, @@.blue;Dominic@@ seemingly agrees with your protest. You still glare at him defiantly. @@.blue;"Tell you what, I heard you Orientals are phenomenal cocksuckers."@@ Again, you want to protest pretty much that entire sentence, but he waves you off, and you just meekly quiet down. @@.blue;"So you get over here and suck me off. If you're bad at it, I'll believe every word you say"@@, he pauses a moment, @@.blue;"but if you're good, that tells me you're nothing more than@@ @@.gold;a devious, cock-crazed whore@@@@.blue;, just like I thought"@@, he grins. Hmm, @@.gold;you can't find anything wrong with that logic, sounds fair.@@ You scoot closer to him and look up. @@.blue;Dom@@ still has a grin on his face and nods down at you. So you comply and start rubbing his crotch while you undo his belt and pants. @@.gold;Thai ladyboy, you can't believe it...@@ @@.blue;"Woah, never had a chick so enthusiastic she started trying to get me off before even undoing my pants. Off to a good start, sweetcheeks"@@, he compliments you from above. Before you can help yourself, you dreamily stare into his eyes and smile, but suppress it quickly. You have a point to prove here, concentrate! So you go back to rubbing his crotch and undressing him. Just because he pointed it out doesn't mean you'll change your behaviour, you make your own choices. @@.gold;You go girl!@@ Finally, you made it. @@.blue;Dom@@'s cock flops out of his pants and in front of your face. It's not huge, neither the biggest one you've seen so far, but definitely a respectable size, above average.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so -ig!"@@<<else>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so big!"@@<<endif>>, it escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself. Nervous, you look up to gauge his reaction, and you can see the same confident smile raining down on you. You're not doing much to disprove his theory so far and he seems to know it. @@.gold;Who cares, get to work sweetie!@@ Good idea. Continuing your stroking, you simultaneously take @@.blue;Dom@@ into your mouth and get to sucking. He's big enough that you're going to need your hands to help you for the most part, and he seems to appreciate it enough. Actually, he's up for a reward, he's complimented you again and again tonight. So you move your hands from his rod to his balls, and start massaging them gently. In addition, you look up into his eyes right before shoving yourself further down his cock slowly, producing a gurgling, gagging sound until your lips touch his pelvis. Looking up helps you take the dick all the way into your throat, and enables you to see @@.blue;Dom@@ looking up in reaction to your ministrations too, moaning loudly. @@.gold;Oh my, he's loving it, I must be doing a great job.@@ Is that really what you want? It must be, why else would you be doing it... Confirming this sentiment, @@.blue;Dom@@ starts resting his right hand gently on the back of your head, making you feel @@.gold;warm and fuzzy@@, even more than the exciting, enticing bobbing of your head already does. And just as you thought you couldn't love this more, the hand laying on your head tenses up and pushes you enough for your nose to make contact with his pelvis once again, easily. A familiar twitch. Then the flood gates are opened and waves of white cream are pumped straight into your stomach, only adding to all the warm feelings right now. What are these feelings? It's not just sexual pleasure, you're feeling safe and sheltered in @@.blue;Dominic@@'s presence, you have a hard time imagining yourself leaving. But for now, it's much more pleasant to bathe in the pure pleasure of the situation, and your lover seems to follow that path as well. You both sit down in front of the bed, leaning against it, both utterly satisfied. @@.blue;"Shit, girl"@@, @@.blue;Dom@@ blurts out after a good minute of catching his breath. @@.blue;"I said you look like a good cocksucker, but you're a motherfucking champion!"@@ You blush and ejaculate furiously on your thighs upon having your dicksucking skills complimented. This seems to happen to you a lot, maybe it's time to take @@.gold;pride@@ in your whoring ability. He reminds you of the 'agreement' you two made before you got started. @@.blue;"Guess you have some skills not even you were aware of. Seems like I was right."@@ Is he, though? [[Maybe he is?|Week 3, Day 2 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover][$thaiName = 1, $firstname = "Kamlai"]] You certainly <em>feel</em> Thai, now that he reminds you... [[No, he's being crazy.|Week 3, Day 2 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover]] Thai Ladyboy? What a douchebag. <hr> <strong>Out-of-Character, spoiler(ish) warning:</strong> If you answer this in the affirmative, it <em>will</em> lock you out of some choices later! If you are unsure whether you want to take that risk, <strong>save</strong> the game here.\ \ <<else>>He inspects your @@.gold;beautiful@@ cleft with a testing glance. @@.blue;"You're a pretty cute girl"@@, he compliments you. Your cheeks redden noticeably. @@.blue;"How come a girl that pretty goes into a racket like this one?"@@ How much you wish you had an answer to that question. Since telling him is hardly an option, you just furrow your eyebrows adorably and shrug subtly. @@.blue;"Well, I certainly won't complain to have you here, gorgeous."@@ Oh please just stop. It's almost belittling now, @@.gold;and that's exactly what's starting to get you wet@@. @@.blue;Dominic@@ throws you two scrunchies. Or hair ties, or whatever you call them. You pick them up and shoot him a questioning glance. @@.blue;"Get prepared. Pigtails. One to the left, one to the right, I'm sure you know the drill."@@ Actually, you don't, but it is a pretty cute look for a girl, so @@.gold;you can't wait@@--it makes sense. You take care parting your hair and grabbing the most of one side, threading it through one of the scrunchies. Then take the rest of it and fasten it with the other one. That was way easier than you imagined, which is creeping you out. Turning your head, you lock eyes with your reflection in a nearby mirror. The sight turns your unease into a shiver of arousal. @@.blue;"Great, you can follow orders too. We're going to get along just fine, I think"@@, you heard from behind you, @@.blue;"but if you want to make sure, how about you move your mouth a little closer to me?"@@ Wow, subtle. Still, this is what he's paying for, and this is what he'll get. You scoot closer to him and look up. @@.blue;Dom@@ has a grin on his face and nods down at you. So you comply and start rubbing his crotch while you undo his belt and pants. @@.blue;"Woah, never had a chick so enthusiastic she started trying to get me off before even undoing my pants. Off to a good start, sweetcheeks"@@, he compliments you from above. Before you can help yourself, you dreamily stare into his eyes and smile, but suppress it quickly. Snap out of it! This is your job, why are you feeling like this? Okay, concentrate on the job at hand. You continue to fumble the zipper and belt on @@.blue;Dominic@@'s pants until you're finally face-to-face with his dick flopping against your forehead, causing you to @@.gold;giggle@@. It's not the biggest one you've seen so far, but above average for sure. Certainly bigger than any dick size you used to sport before.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so -ig!"@@<<else>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so big!"@@<<endif>>, it escapes your mouth. Obviously, @@.blue;Dom@@ likes to hear that, smiles at you confidently and you think it's time to start putting some real work in. With a dick that big in front of you, just your mouth might not suffice though, especially with your choker not helping train <em>these</em> skills at the moment. So your hands will have to help out, jerking the base, while your lips are sealing tightly around the shaft, bobbing up and down. You're getting good at this! However, @@.blue;Dom@@ seems to think you could be doing better. You feel hands grabbing your pigtails, holding them tightly. In reaction, you peer up at him with a confused look on your face, yet not ceasing to pleasure his cock. He breathes in deeply and smiles back at you. @@.gold;Looks like he really likes eye contact during a blowjob, good to know.@@ But it's more than that, as he makes clear a moment later. @@.blue;Dom@@ suddenly uses his grip on your hair to thrust you down his dick, your lips pushing your hands off his shaft. Having taken you by surprise, you cough and sputter a little around his cock, and he lets you off to catch your breath a second. Literally only a second though, before you are impaled on the hard rod once again, all the way down. @@.blue;"Always keep two scrunchies with me when I know I'll have a wild night. Those@@ @@.gold;fuckhandles@@ @@.blue;of yours are both sexy and useful, aren't they?"@@ @@.gold;Sure are... You're learning a lot today.@@ And you're going to learn what @@.blue;Dom@@'s seed tastes like, because he's pulling you so far down that your nose is touching his pelvis again, his cock twitching the moment it enters your throat for good. Good is exactly how you feel, and drunkenly looking at @@.blue;Dom@@ tells you he had a wonderful time too. Actually, he tells you so quite literally too. @@.blue;"Damn girl, you looked like a terrific cocksucker, but I had no idea!"@@, he praises your skills, which you take @@.gold;great pride@@ in. It's not time to relax just yet though, [[there's still some work to be done.|Week 3, Day 2 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover]] He doesn't pay you that much money for one single blowjob.<<endif>>

<<if $thaiName is 1>>Yeah, sure, of course you're Thai, right? Your beautiful tan skin and slanted eyes seem to indicate exactly that. If only you could get your skin closer to a porcelain white, like all the women in cosmetics ads back home. At least the locals seem to like a tan, but you find yourself criticising it on occasion, and trying to avoid catching too much sun in the summer. <<endif>><<if $penis is 1>>Still, you've got work left to do. But it's not up to you. Again, @@.blue;Dom@@ insists on being in charge, @@.gold;just like you want it@@.<<else>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>Just like he did for the rest of the evening, @@.blue;Dominic@@ is eager to take the reins.<<endif>> He surprises you by unveiling he brought a crazy arrange of bondage equipment along, and you've got a feeling he's not waiting for you to restrain him. Turns out, your intuition was correct. The is going to be a long evening. First, he straps you into something that [[binds your arms|armbinder - Day 2]] behind your back. It's a weird sort of restraint, but the leather feels pretty @@.gold;sexy@@ against your skin. Easily being able to handle you from behind, your <<if $penis is 1>>rear<<else>>pussy<<endif>> is next to @@.gold;serve its purpose@@. Your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<else>>slit<<endif>> is being used and abused, with @@.blue;Dom@@ exploiting the leverage he has over you by always having your arms under control. It's not really necessary though, you're quite content with your @@.gold;role@@. By the time he's finished with you from behind, and looking forward to use the next piece of equipment, you're pretty out of it already. This is exhausting, and you're giving him @@.gold;your all@@. He fastens something around your mouth and the back of your head. When it's secured, he forces your lips apart, and your teeth on a round piece of metal. By the time he's finished, you sluggishly realise you can no longer bite down or close your mouth, causing you to drool uncontrollably. <center>[img[images/ringgag.jpg]]</center> @@.blue;Dom@@ moves to make use of this next compromising situation. Even if you wanted to, resisting would be impossible. @@.gold;Good thing you're loving it then.@@ Since your lips are immobile, your throat is seeing a lot more use than the first time, not that you mind. In your current dazed state, your gag reflex is out of the picture anyway, making this whole act easier, in fact. Your throat is massaging the rod pistoning in and out of it, forming a tight seal around it. Through your training with your cumslut choker and your almost drugged state of dizziness, you have an easy time getting the best out of @@.blue;Dom@@. @@.gold;His seed.@@ Eventually he starts to get tired and shoots another respectable load into your stomach, just about when your throat is so numb you can barely swallow your saliva even after getting rid of the ring gag. @@.gold;With how much cum you've got in your belly, who needs spit anyway?@@ <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $throatclit is 1>>By now, you can hardly feel any sensation in your throat that you would expect, even after you were modified during your tryst with Jonathan. What you do feel however, that the pleasure from before is not willing to leave you alone, and wears you down even further.<<set $submissiveness = 2>><<endif>> Seems like that's it for the night. When it comes to the money, @@.blue;Dominic@@ turns out to be a stand-up guy. The deal was $$300, but he actually gives you a whopping $$600 cash!<<set $cash += 600>> @@.blue;"Never had a girl as good as you, and I like to reward that. I sincerely hope you stick with this whoring thing, I'd hate for this to be farewell."@@ Even after having come down off your @@.gold;cock trance@@ you feel deeply flattered. You give him a grateful, adorable peck on the cheek, [[before taking your leave with a heavy heart.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]] He took such great care of you, it's tough to imagine you might never see him again.

<center>[img[images/armbinder.jpg]]</center> <<back>>

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Takahiro@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a young Japanese guy greets you. Eye contact however, seems to be an issue for him. He's looking to the floor, blushing. @@.gold;Off to a good start, he's putty in your hands.@@ @@.blue;Takahiro@@ quietly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. After a few awkward glances and some fidgeting, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ leaves to fetch something, and comes back with some costumes. The set he's carrying is pretty much comprised of your standard fetishised outfits. School uniform, nurse, policewoman... He shoots you a quick questioning glance, as if unsure whether you're up to this at all. But mostly you think he wants you to pick one outfit. You take the nurse costume and get dressed in front of him, giving him a bit of a show. Suddenly, looking at you isn't so difficult for him anymore. <center>[img[images/nurse.jpg]]</center> [[It's a tight fit|Week 3, Day 2 - Sexing Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]], the agency must've given him your measurements or something.

<<set $cosplaystages = 1>>@@.blue;Takahiro@@ looks so adorable, squirming at your sight. @@.gold;Not as cute as you though!@@ His discomfort obvious, you try to ease him into it and more importantly, attempt to get into the role. Not like you have a lot of experience playing a sexy nurse. @@.gold;It's up to you to change that, honey!@@ @@.gold;"How are we feeling today?"@@, you start off simple, moving towards him, your hands clasped together in front of you. @@.blue;"G-good"@@, is the even simpler answer. You smile warmly at him. @@.gold;"That's great"@@, you come even closer and slightly push him, to sit on the bed. @@.gold;"Why not just have a seat, and we'll see if we can't make you feel even better though. Examination comes first. Let's get your pants off for that."@@ That's exactly how you continue, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants while he sits on the front edge of the mattress. He sure appreciates you bending over right in front of him, your @@.gold;tits@@ pushed up almost into his face. His pants soon go flying into a corner of the room. @@.gold;"That's better! Now let's get a good look"@@, you tease him while dropping to your knees. @@.gold;You're a natural, you're getting into this quite easily.@@ @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s dick invades your mouth just as simply. With practiced ease, you pull out every stop to fellate him perfectly, your tongue swirling around his length at lightning speeds, your eyes fixed on @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s, and a barely noticeable smile on your spread lips. You don't want to finish him with a blowjob though<<if $throatclit is 1>>, even when it feels so right<<endif>>, he deserves a little better. Ejecting his dick from your mouth, you smile up at him, pull your corset down a bit, and envelop his rod with your tits. @@.gold;"Feel better yet?"@@, you ask him. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ doesn't manage more than exclamations of pleasure, making you @@.gold;giggle@@. You grab your jugs and press them together. Briefly, you think about how nice and soft they must feel for <em>him</em>, almost jealous. But those thoughts are gone as quickly as the sperm shooting from his testicles into his dick, and from there on your chin and all over your face.<<if $lactation is 1>> Simultaneously, your tits have warmed up enough to slosh with liquid. Liquid that wants to go somewhere, and that it does. Your milk shoots through the room, quite a few drops hitting @@.blue;Takahiro@@ himself, to his amazement.<<endif>> The hot strings of cum adorning you have you heating up in all kinds of places, your face least of all. <<set $submissiveness += 3>><<if $throatclit is 1>>The newfound sensitivity of your throat doesn't help either.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> @@.blue;Takahiro@@ seems to have enjoyed it immensely, and why wouldn't he? After calming down a bit, he fetches his wallet unasked, and hands you <<if $lactation is 0>>$$200<<set $cash += 200>><<elseif $lactation is 1>>$$200, plus a $$100 tip for that milking action<<set $cash += 300>><<endif>>. However, he says he has another costume, and could go for a more... direct approach. He glances down<<if $penis is 1>>, and you get that he means to hint at your rear<<elseif $penis is 0>> at your pussy<<endif>>. There'd be another $$100 in it for you, he announces. Do you... [[...take the offer?|Week 3, Day 2 - Super Sexing Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[...refuse the offer?|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $cosplaystages = 2>><center>[img[images/psylocke.jpg]] [img[images/psylocke2.jpg]]</center> Oh my, now that's taking it to another level. You're not sure who this character is, however you <em>are</em> sure you'd be covered in semen at any nerd-filled convention you'd hit in this outfit. Actually, the 'covered in semen' part is still quite likely to happen. Taking the costume and holding it up to your body, you can tell it will be a tight fit, but that looks like an intentional design philosophy. Once you manage to press yourself inside it, you're quite certain that the agency had something to do with this costume, or maybe even <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> herself. No other way that this thing fits you like it was moulded over your body. Hands grabbing your breasts from behind quickly take you out of your thoughts and a moan escapes your lips. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ is clearly getting more confident, and you're @@.gold;loving@@ it. Or perhaps you just look too @@.gold;hot@@ for him to control himself. Either way, you feel exactly the same, and can't wait to get off after working yourself up quite nicely during the nurse roleplay. You push yourself into @@.blue;Takahiro@@, his rock-hard dick slipping up and down between your ass-cheeks. <<if $penis is 1>>His pre-cum will make for nice lube<<if $asslube is 1>>, not that you need any help with that nowadays<<endif>>.<<endif>> Just as unexpectedly as the mammal molestation, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ suddenly puts his forearm across your shoulder blades and pushes you down forcefully, landing face first, bent over the bed. <<if $penis is 1>>You squeak in surprise and your sphincter clenches in arousal<<elseif $penis is 0>>You squeak in surprise and feel your snatch lubricating in arousal<<endif>>. @@.gold;Unable to resist a strong man's wishes@@, you feel the part of the costume covering your genitals being pushed to the side, and you elect to help. You take the fabric out of @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s hands so he can focus on @@.gold;controlling you@@. He rests his erection on your entrance, and one hand on your back, affectionately rubbing and patting you. Finally, he enters, and you reward him with a loud, but breathy sigh. It seems he interpreted your moan @@.gold;correctly@@, and makes a show of ploughing you thoroughly. Constantly rising, the volume of your moans echoes in the sparse hotel room, with @@.blue;Takahiro@@ kneading the flesh of your ass every now and then, much to your pleasure. Sooner than you expected, you orgasm, <<if $penis is 1>>shooting sperm all over the bed<<elseif $penis is 0>>your moans peaking in intensity as you do<<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>, and @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s seed is soon unloaded into you. Clearly he enjoyed it as much as you did, both of you coming off an incredible orgasm. You're happy you could blow off some steam, you definitely would've been pressed for sex if you had gone home before really giving your client a show. However, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ found some confidence in the end... and maybe a bit too much for you. <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> He definitely seems grateful for the night you spent with him, and hands you your well-earned $100.<<set $cash += 100>> @@.blue;"Arigato"@@, he says with a smile, and most surprisingly, eye contact. Maybe you really helped him with his self-esteem here, although it'll probably be nothing more than a temporary boost. @@.gold;It isn't temporary if you keep fucking him, you know...@@ Anyway, you're not a therapist, and are just happy that you made good money tonight. You thank him as well and <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[return home.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]<<else>>return home. At least you plan to, before he speaks up again and speaks to your utmost desires.<<endif>> Actually, there is one last proposal @@.blue;Takahiro@@ has in mind. This one would pay... another five-hundred bucks?! He says he likes you, so as a warning, he wants you to be prepared for something quite extraordinary... how ominous. And apparently he's not willing to be any clearer; this is all the information you get. [[Take his mysterious offer?|Week 3, Day 2 - Oh My Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]]

<<set $cosplaystages = 3>><<set $superheroFetish = 1>><<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<if $superheroClothing is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">><<endif>>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> You can't tell where this character originated from, but you can't imagine it in any sort of freely available comic book. Probably straight out of porn. @@.gold;And it looks real natural on you!@@ You're grateful the windows are closed, or you'd freeze your <<if $penis is 1>>balls<<elseif $penis is 0>>umm... labia (?)<<endif>> off. Honouring @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s wishes though, you start putting it on, once again surprised at the tight, precise fit to your proportions. First the panties, then the thigh-highs. The heels, the "tube top" and the tiny jacket, and finally, the cute hairband. Once dressed, you're getting quite excited by your sight, which means the costume is working as intended. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ steps closer though, holding a small piece of fabric. A choker... He realises that you're already wearing one, and seemingly understands -- or recalls? -- that this part of your wardrobe does not come off. He proceeds to fiddle with the thing a bit, before he presents you with just the red pendant that was attached to it. Not bothering to wait for your approval, he attaches it to your @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@ choker, but you raise your chin to give him easier access, not seeing why you shouldn't. As the *click* of the pendant seems to reverberate through the room despite its small size, an indescribable shiver runs through your body. <center>[img[images/TsubomiChoker.png]]</center> In response, you touch it with concern. You look so pretty in the costume... But that wasn't just a cold shiver, was it? @@.blue;"I don't think that will come off"@@, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ chimes in. You can't think of anything to do but gasp at this announcement and look stumped, with your mouth hanging open, speechless. Apparently, that's all the invitation that your partner needs, because he grapples you to the ground and enters your mouth right away. Quickly, you find you're getting into a rhythm after so much activity in one evening. Deepthroating @@.blue;Takahiro@@ comes so naturally now, it's barely more challenging than taking a breath. Quite enthusiastic to get him off -- after all, consider how much he's willing to pay for you -- you start out with quite a speed and thrust to your sucking. But you're stopped midway through. As much as you can tell @@.blue;Takahiro@@ enjoyed it, he understandably expects more than a BJ for this kind of money. Once again, <<if $penis is 1>>your sphincter<<elseif $penis is 0>>your pussy<<endif>> has to pay the price. @@.gold;Oh come on, you know you'll love it@@. At the very least your body seems to think so, since you're already on auto-pilot, bumping up and down your client's rod, bent over the bed, your @@.gold;massive@@ ass slapping loudly and lewdly against his hips with every thrust. Even @@.blue;Takahiro@@ is starting to breathe heavily and emit some audible grunts. Poor fellow probably isn't used to this kind of workload. You figure he'll live. You feel very much alive as well. Never would you have imagined you would have as many orgasms as you did in one single evening. <<if $penis is 1>>Your equipment might still be male, but you truly fuck like a @@.gold;whore@@.<<elseif $penis is 0>>Going for a real pussy has paid off tenfold already, you can't imagine yourself ever stopping, you @@.gold;whore@@.<<endif>> Sadly, the reality of things is that you have to, or at least @@.blue;Takahiro@@ has to. Knowing the choker, you probably <em>could</em> go on forever. @@.gold;What an excellent idea!@@ But eventually, you feel the familiar hot rush of seed invading your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>slit<<endif>> and your lover topples over onto your back, the both of you just awkwardly half-lying on the bed. You're okay with that though, a little bit of rest would do wonders even for you. <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> Even with an amount this high, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ willingly pays up before you could even relax some more.<<set $cash += 500>> Interesting to see how much cash he brought. And how many outfits... The costume! You almost forgot, you need to return it. Take it off... That thought is utterly repulsive to you, you find yourself unable to take off even one of the gloves. Your flinching doesn't go unnoticed, and @@.blue;Takahiro@@ allows you to keep it. @@.gold;How nice of him, this is even more exciting than the other clothes!@@ You thank him kindly for the wonderful evening and take your leave, walking back home in your lovely new attire. As you do, a voice manifests in your head. Who else could it be but <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Hey girl! Wow, what a show that was tonight, unbelievable"@@, she @@.gold;praises@@ you. @@.red;"But what I find even more unbelievable is that you would let a client of my choice put more jewelry on your neck."@@ More jewelry? What is she talking about? Your hand shoots toward your neck. The pendant! Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.red;"Yep, the company was asking whether I could be bothered to help them test something new they had in the works. Gotta pay the bills, you know? Apparently, this newest experiment is aimed to infuse specific fetishes into little additions to chokers, like the pendant your wearing. This particular piece of art is related to the most recent entry in your wardrobe. Have fun trying to get out of that thing, because if the pendant's working right, you won't want to take it off for any but two reasons: waste disposal and semen intake. Even then it only really affects your panties. It just has a certain special quality, having sex half-dressed. But who am I telling that?"@@ You can practically see the wide grin on her face. @@.red;"Of course we can't expect you to wear that until the end of days. Thirty minutes in and it'd probably be coated in semen, sweat and saliva, knowing you. So we'll get you enough of these to have at least one ready to go at all times. Sound good? I bet it does... Have to run, busy day. Enjoy!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hey@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! So you really totally went for it, huh?"@@ You're not quite sure what she's getting at. @@.bunny;"I mean, I know you were super into slutting around, but putting that on your neck after being all fussy about that kind of stuff..."@@ What is she... the pendant! Much like earlier, your hand shoots up at your neck, as if uncertain whether the jewel could've disappeared somehow. Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.bunny;"It's some new sparkly thing. I don't really get it, but the nice lady said, it's really useful to, like, switch things out and stuff. Anyway, they aren't totally sure if it works, but if it does, you'll fall in love with your outfit forever! You're only ever gonna take it off for peeing and stuff, or for fun time *giggle*"@@ @@.bunny;"Of course you can't wear one outfit every day. Clothes are the best part of being a girl! So I got you some outfits to change into if ya wanna wash this one. That's pretty much all, I guess. Keep going@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you're being so slutty, I'm sure we'll be spending loooooooots more time together! See yaaa!"@@, and that's it.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good to see you again, dear. I must say I am a bit surprised to find out you so readily accept new jewelry after all we've been through."@@ What? What's she on about? The pendant, right! Your hand shoots up at your neck, as if to check whether it's still there. Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.orange;"Oh yes, simply marvelous. I can't believe how this works every time. Regardless, you've already identified the reason for my little call. That pendant is not mere eye candy, as you seem to have figured out by now. The company was eager to get me to test it, so I thought, if you're going to make it this easy, why not? Looks like they want to make these fetishes easy to extend and swap."@@ Fetishes? @@.orange;"Like your new outfit?"@@ @@.gold;Hmmmmmm, <strong>yes</strong>!@@ @@.orange;"I hope you do, because you're not getting out of it. Well, obviously you can still take care of removing waste -- and perhaps attend to some other matters -- but you won't get out of that outfit otherwise."@@ She's right. You can feel it. The outfit becoming @@.gold;a part of you@@. You can't imagine ever taking it off again. @@.orange;"Of course, for practical reason, it wouldn't be sensible leaving you with only one of these, especially with your track record of seduction. So we've got your wardrobe stocked for almost any contingency, you'll enjoy being stuck in ridiculous clothes like these for the rest of your life. Oh, time flies, I've got other matters to attend to."@@ You could swear you hear her stomach growling at the end of that sentence. @@.orange;"As always, it was a real pleasure. Take care."@@ And with that, she's gone.<<endif>> Wow, the next thing you got yourself into. An apparently permanent fetish to extravagant, fetishised superhero costumes. It's true, you can feel it. The very idea to take off the outfit is absolutely repulsive to you. @@.gold;"At least you won't risk racking your brain over what to wear in the morning"@@, you joke to yourself, at this point you don't know how else to react to this kind of news. So it's probably best to just [[go home|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]] and forget about it.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the shoot you go. @@.red;Bonnie@@ already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet the producer directly at the shooting site. She said he'll take it from there. So you make your way to the site and are immediately greeted by the person who seems to be running the show. He talks to you in quite broken English, but it's adorable and you can understand him fine. It appears he takes great care to see that your every wish is being considered. You don't exactly trust that to be without its limits, but it relieves you greatly regardless. The prospect of shooting porn is unsettling, to put it lightly. At least somebody seems to be looking out for you. [[Some time passes as he explains what the film is supposed to be about.|Week 3, Day 2 - JAV Shoot]] It sounds fairly standard and not at all outrageous, like you expected.

After hearing lots of explanations, meeting the cast and the crew, things are finally moving on to the shoot itself. Your initial apprehension has been relieved by how down-to-earth and understanding everybody at the set has been. Then again, you didn't have to do anything yet, so it may be a bit early to judge. So here you go. You join the actor in the scene, a simple vanilla piece on a bed, as an introduction. He even wears a condom!<<if $penis is 0>> After @@.red;Bonnie@@ told you never to expect clients to wear one, you're especially surprised to see one here.<<endif>> They really do take good care of their actresses. <<if $condomallergy is 1>><<set $condomJav = 1>>A condom though... oh no, this could turn out to be a problem. Right when the shooting's about to start, you turn to the director to voice your concerns; the producer you initially met is lost in the crowd of employees surrounding you, it's not even clear whether he attends the filming at all. Apparently, the director does not speak too much English. All you get as a response is, @@.blue;"Don't worry, don't worry."@@ Easier said than done. But you try to heed his advice, you wouldn't want to cause a scene when everybody's been so nice. Your acting partner is looking at you and nods questioningly with a smile on his lips, asking whether you're ready. You nod back hesitantly, prepared to take what's coming. An allergy to condoms... what would you expect from that? Some swelling, some soreness? It's clear @@.red;Bonnie@@ doesn't want you to <em>die</em>, so you doubt it will be physically harmful. And she mentioned that somebody like you could enjoy the effects, whatever that's supposed to mean. It looks like you have a couple more minutes to ponder that, because while the guy starts moving in, it's mostly a make-out session and some foreplay at first. There's no way the actual repercussions are going to be worse than their anticipation, the stalling is killing you. At that moment though, the actor breaks your embrace, lays you down on the bed and kneels above you. He makes a grand scene of entering you, resting his dick just on the entrance of your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<else>>pucker<<endif>> for a few seconds before slowly, gradually gliding in, helped by the lubricant on the condom. For now, you're a little relieved, because nothing unexpected happens, nothing extreme. No explosions, no heart attacks. Your groin does heat up a little, but not to an unusual degree. Definitely unusual is the fact that it doesn't stop heating up though. When you think that your groin can't get any hotter, the sensation just starts to spread throughout your body, clearly serving to make you horny. Meanwhile, your colleague has found his rhythm, which isn't too impressive, and more designed to stretch the scene out a bit. He's casually boning you, smacking his pelvis against your buttcheeks regularly, but rather softly. The heat has reached your neck at this point and your whole body is burning up. Your groin, the center of this heat wave, is already starting to twitch uncontrollably, all the muscles in the area around your pelvis contracting and relaxing in powerful bursts. It's like a great energy going through you, like a sugar rush, like so many things, all at once. All of them make you feel like you need to move, need to exert energy, as if your veins would pop if you don't release this pressure. By the time you finish that thought, your brain has been set ablaze and there's no containing it now. Accompanied by a primordial scream, you grab your lover by the hips and topple him over in a display of incredible strength. You straddle him in a flash and <em>smack</em> your <<if $penis is 0>>pelvis<<elseif $penis is 1>>ass<<endif>> against his<<if $penis is 1>> pelvis<<endif>>, eyes rolling back in your head as your cries travel throughout the whole room. While your brain is shut down completely, it realises one thing: this isn't enough. Scanning the room, you find a guy completely engrossed in his cell phone. He isn't even watching, but he's only an arm's length away from you. Still pounding the dude below you, who still can't figure out what's gotten into you, your arm shoots forward, snatches cell phone guy by his shirt and nearly rips it in the process of bringing him closer. Never ceasing your furious bouncing, you fling his belt behind you in one quick motion, dropping his pants to the ground. Just where you need them. <<if $penis is 0>>You grab his arm and pull him behind you; the fact that you toppled over the actor means there is a large space behind you, where the pillow's lying, while the actor is resting at the very edge of the lower end of the bed. Cell phone guy gets situated on the pillow, clearly still out of it. One second he plays Candy Crush -- or whatever they play in Japan -- the next he's looking at a sex-crazed woman's juicy ass. After a few seconds of readjusting and some less-than-subtle hints as to what you're demanding from him, he lines up his cock with your sphincter, and enters soon afterwards. The double penetration manages to clear your head for just a moment, which is enough for you to realise that porn guy is still wearing his rubber. Deducing that it would be better to remove it, instead of being stuck in this trance indefinitely, you pause as briefly as possible, and in an instant fling his condom against the nearest wall before resuming your merciless fuckfest. Your pleasure is indescribable, the doubled ministrations both in your ass and your pussy press on your button harder than you thought possible, your g-spot essentially compressing to a tiny speck inside your love canal, never given much time to breathe. Similarly, you find it hard to catch your breath at times, for obvious reasons. When both guys are cumming inside you, your pleasure somehow amplifies even further. While the heat of their semen barely registers, its presence increases the pressure in your holes noticeably.\ <<elseif $penis is 1>>You grab his arm until he stands right in front of you; the fact that you toppled over the actor means there is a large space behind you, where the pillow's lying, while the actor is resting at the very edge of the lower end of the bed. You shuffle backwards a little, along with porn guy, never breaking rhythm, and signal for the cell phone enthusiast to kneel above the other's face. A minute ago, he was playing Candy Crush -- or whatever they play in Japan -- now he's facing a sex-crazed woman who pulls him into a sex scene. Understandably, he's a bit baffled by the whole affair, but fortunately, you don't require much input from him, only from his balls. You bow down and engulf his length with your lips, immediately forming a vacuum that puts modern machinery to shame. Cell phone guy was already at 'confused half mast' when you pulled him onto the bed, he's at 'pulsing steel rod' by the time your mouth touches him. Finally feeling relief from the burning, you experience your energy finally being put to use, the heat dwindling. Knowing you're on the right track, you're willing to expend all of it now. With unrivaled force, unrivaled speed, you're going down on these two innocent men like your life depended on it, which is a good image to visualise the pleasure you're experiencing. The double penetration manages to clear your head for just a moment, which is enough for you to realise that porn guy is still wearing his rubber. Deducing that it would be better to remove it, instead of being stuck in this trance indefinitely, you pause as briefly as possible, and in an instant fling his condom against the nearest wall before resuming your merciless, heavenly fuckfest. It truly is phenomenal, but it won't be complete until you get to taste the juice you so crave. This is no time to get complacent, you're able to keep up with this superhuman display of strength for minutes, without rest. Finally, you hear both the guys crying out, and their dicks announcing their breaking point, when the sought after rush finally flows through your throat and anus, the heat barely registering, but the pressure inside you only adding to the pleasure.<<endif>> This whole fun experiment goes on for two more rounds, until you're eventually so crammed with cum that you pass out for good after swallowing and absorbing everything you could get, <<if $penis is 0>>landing square on the actor's pecs.<<elseif $penis is 1>>impaling yourself further on the cock of cell phone guy<<endif>>. <hr> When you come to, you see some flimsy furniture and a small window, showing you a parking lot outside, or something like that. Looks like you're in a trailer of some sort. Further scanning of the room reveals the producer, apparently waiting for you to wake up. He notices that you did. @@.blue;"Ah, you're up. It's good to see you awake. We could tell you were just exhausted, so I brought you here to rest."@@ You want to thank him and apologise for the mess you caused, but are hindered by a glob of white liquid exiting your mouth as you open it. @@.blue;"I... wasn't the first to get to you."@@ The thought that you got used as a fucktoy while unconscious stirs something in you again.<<set $submissiveness = 1>> Regardless, you get on with your apology and thank the producer for his help. @@.blue;"Are you kidding me? Your juices coated the whole lower half of the bed! The sheets were literally dripping with your ejaculate. If you touched them, there were streams, <em>rivers</em> running down your hands. Nobody will believe that this wasn't some special effect, but I know it was real. Everybody here fell in love with you after your performance,"@@ he laughs, and you smile along with him. You're glad you weren't a disturbance; a great surprise even. He mumbles something about 'ahegao' in relation to the movie's theme and hopes to see you on set again some time. He also ups your pay significantly; he agreed on $$800 flat with @@.red;Bonnie@@, but pushes $$1200 into your hand!<<set $cash += 1200>> <<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 3>><<endif>> <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>> You doubt you'll have a payday matching this one, but you also know that you've pushed it <em>far</em>. This condom allergy is a force to be reckoned with, and you'd do well to avoid another encounter with it. @@.gold;Why? You looked like you had fun...@@ Better move that fun somewhere else. [[Like your apartment.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]\ \ <<elseif $condomallergy is 0>>The actor meets you in an embrace, french-kissing you aggressively, which you return. Slowly, the two of you lower yourselves on the bed, continuing your caresses and fondling, with him going down to your breasts and sucking on them, to which you respond loudly. While you're distracted @@.gold;your friend@@ frees up access to your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<elseif $penis is 1>>rear hole<<endif>> and starts fingering you, getting you ready. It feels so odd having these cameras pushed up nearly into your face, you never imagined them being so close, but it makes sense to catch a lot of close-ups. For a while, the actor pleases you noisily with his mouth, before you turn him around to return the favour. Kneeling in front of the bed, you take him into your mouth and have him enter you completely. You catch glimpses of the camera crew and they seem quite amazed at something. Nevermind that, it's best not to get distracted. After a barrage of noisy sucking, you seem set for the finale. Letting him pull you back up onto the bed, you snake up his body and straddle him. If you're in a porn movie, maybe you should top it off with an explosive finish. You try your best to take the initiative, stay on top of the actor and ride him wildly, moaning, screaming, sweating, while he's kneading your @@.gold;tits@@ wildly. Biting your lip for the camera, you rest your hands on the guy's chest for leverage, while you're taking him deeper and deeper inside you. Well, he's not exactly the biggest you had... but his endurance sure is impressive. He proves as much when he starts pushing himself off the bed to get deeper inside you, causing you to finally erupt in one massive orgasm, <<if $penis is 0>>ejaculating a torrent of girlcum right down the cock impaling you.<<elseif $penis is 1>>squirting your jizz all over his chest, and some even on his face. To your surprise, he laps it right up, he's quite committed.<<endif>> Shortly thereafter, the actor himself wants his turn, pumping you full of his own juices before you collapse on his chest, heaving heavily while staring into the camera. The day continues, and while the work is more stressful than you imagined, it's still much more dignified and attractive than you first thought. You get along great with the crew, and the producer especially, as well as some of the employees seem absolutely infatuated with your performances. You're being paid right away, $$800 for a day's work!<<set $cash += 800>> What's more, at the end of the day you feel as clear-headed as you did in the morning, having had plenty of sex, yet not feeling the choker assert control. That must be a good sign! All the sexual need you felt earlier was sated as well. A perfect day, right?<<set $submissiveness = 0>> Sadly, perfect days end like any other. The producer emphasises how dearly he would love to shoot another movie with you, but that the studio doesn't have any more capacities, especially not in America. @@.gold;You were thinking about relocating after getting the choker off, weren't you? What a wonderful idea...@@ You thank everybody for their support, but eventually you have to [[head home.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 3, Wednesday">>Another day behind you. Cheer up, it's the middle of the week. After today, you'll have gotten through most of it, if the usual schedule is to be trusted. The fact that these events are becoming routine is hugely unsettling. Anyway, it's time to get dressed. <<if $superheroFetish is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ There's not really anything you can do, there's no way you're getting out of your [[Superhero Slut|Superhero Slut - Day 3]] costume. You have to wear it, even to bed. The sheer thought of being paraded outside in such a slutty, humiliating costume is enough to make you feel quite neurotic and shy.<<set $submissiveness += 1>>\ \ <<elseif $pinkOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>\ You try your best to get into the weird top of your dress, until it eventually fits neatly over your tits, then slip on the skirt and heels easily. Your [[Pink Prostitute|Pink Prostitute - Day 3]] outfit looks perfect!\ \ <<elseif $latexOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>\ You've had a bit of a thing for latex before this whole thing started (which you never would've admitted, but now...) and heard that getting into a catsuit takes a long time, requiring some oil to help get it on. Fortunately, this does not seem to be necessary for your [[Lovely Latex|Lovely Latex - Day 3]] outfit, which you can put on in a jiffy.\ \ <<elseif $transparentOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>\ This is where you get to enjoy having chosen the simplest outfit to put on. That pink dress looked awkward, and that catsuit must be a pain to get into. Your [[Transparent Tramp|Transparent Tramp - Day 3]] outfit hides nothing, but at least you can slip into it in no time. @@.gold;Don't forget how quickly people get you out of it.@@<<endif>> With that taken care of, you arrive at the most dreadful task of the day; choosing a client on your computer.<<if $paidTuesday is 1>> Once you've picked one, you'll make sure to drop the <<if $payments is 1>>$$300<<elseif $payments is 2>>$$600<<endif>> at the spot @@.lucas;Lucas@@ mentioned. You could certainly use some information. Better set the money aside already, before you forget.<<endif>> <<if $pickedJonathan is 0>><<if $lips gte 8 or $lipImplant is 1>>[[Jonathan|Week 3, Day 3 - Jonathan Profile - Blowjob Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedBob is 0>><<if $chest gte 8 or $chestImplant is 1>>[[Bob|Week 3, Day 3 - Bob Profile - Tit Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedFrankie is 0>><<if $ass gte 6>>[[Frankie|Week 3, Day 3 - Frankie Profile - Ass Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedBryan is 0>><<if $transformationProgress lt 7>>[[Bryan|Week 3, Day 3 - Bryan Profile - DFC Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedJim is 0>><<if $penis is 0>>[[Jim|Week 3, Day 3 - Jim Profile - Creampie Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedTodd is 0>><<if $penis is 1>>[[Todd|Week 3, Day 3 - Todd Profile - Shemale Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedLex is 0>><<if $latexOutfit is 1>>[[Lex|Week 3, Day 3 - Lex Profile - Latex Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedDominic is 0>><<if $obedience gte 2 or $submissiveness gte 3>>[[Dominic|Week 3, Day 3 - Dominic Profile - Dominant Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedTakahiro is 0>>[[Takahiro|Week 3, Day 3 - Takahiro Profile - Cosplay Lover]] \ <<endif>><<if $pickedJav is 0>><<if $obedience gte 3 and $bimbo is 1>>[[JAV Producer|Week 3, Day 3 - JAV Producer Profile]] \ <<endif>><<endif>>[[Regular Client|Week 3, Day 3 - Regular Client Profile]]

<<set $pickedJonathan = 1>>Jon is an appreciator of the oral arts, and always requests his escorts to be skilled with their mouths. Of course, ideally their lips should also be visually appealing. But obviously you bring that to the table, if you're reading this profile. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedBob = 1>>Bob really goes for the classics. If you go with him, expect your chest to be sore for a day or two. He'll put them to good use, and through every test imaginable. Of course that requires you to be quite stacked up there, but if you didn't have those qualities, you wouldn't have got hold of this profile. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting Bob - Tit Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedFrankie = 1>>@@.blue;Frankie@@ <em>really</em> likes it from behind. Wait... that came out wrong. But you get the idea. To even be considered by him as a viable choice, you have to present some serious rump, and not be afraid to use it. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting Frankie - Ass Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedBryan = 1>>Bryan... he's not a popular choice among our girls. No need to worry, he's not the violent type. But his requests usually are quite strange. Most girls weren't keen to talk about it. Not in a traumatic kind of way, just to fuck with newbies for a laugh. He's certainly fucked up, but you won't be, at least not physically. Bryan prefers his women slim, and less curvy, but that's really the most normal part of him. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting Bryan - DFC Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJim = 1>>Out of all the special clients, @@.blue;Jim@@'s tastes are fairly vanilla, but he's very adamant about them. He takes the front entrance, no debate. And he's not keen to pull out either. If you take him on, expect your pussy to be used, repeatedly, and filled to the brim. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting Jim - Creampie Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedTodd = 1>>Todd is something of an odd one out. Most guys are weirded out by chicks with dicks. He loves it, but it's not that easy to find any. If this is a niche you could fill, he would likely show his appreciation. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting Todd - Shemale Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedLex = 1>>Lex loves Latex. It sounds ridiculous, but that's basically the gist of it. He doesn't really require any specific body types, or any specific sex acts, he will really get off to the sight of you alone. This is an easy one if you've got the right outfit for it. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting Lex - Latex Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedDominic = 1>>Dominic's your picture book American. Quarterback of the Football team, varsity jacket, square jaw. And he likes to flaunt it, he does not give people any leeway, he likes to feel like the top dog. Thus, his choice in women gravitates towards the more submissive types that follow his whims without question. Fair warning: if you're not willing to cooperate on that point, you might find yourself in a BDSM kind of situation that sees you on the receiving end. If you <em>are</em> willing to cooperate... well, you might actually end up in twice as many restraints. As mentioned, Dom does not back down. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting Dominic - Dominant Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedTakahiro = 1>>Takahiro is originally Japanese, your classic Otaku. Very clean, very respectable, just socially inept and withdrawn. He's really into costumes and all that shit, you'll figure it out when you meet him. Expect to wear all kinds of outfits, none of them likely to be practical. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJav = 1>>@@.red;This one actually comes from me directly, and isn't a referral by the company@@ -- @@.red;Bonnie@@ writes -- @@.red;so this is a bit of a <em>special</em> special client. He actually works in JAV, basically Japanese porn. This contact of mine is currently looking for a girl to star in one of his movies. This gig will pay insanely well, even compared to the other special clients, and these guys take good care of their actresses, so you can expect this job to be quite cushy. No reason not to go, really.@@ [[Take this special offer?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting JAV Producer]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedRegular += 1>>There's no profile for this gig. Customers here may vary wildly, but it's mostly going to be superficial. They only call for a normal evening, no extra flourishes. Basically, you're on retainer here and just picking up whoever's looking. Whatever you're willing to do, you'll discuss with the client yourself, but their needs won't be too extravagant, most likely. [[Work regularly by demand?|Week 3, Day 3 - Meeting Regular Client]] <<back>>

<<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> This superhero costume is the definition of eccentric. At least if you consider that you have to wear it at all times, far from any convention where this sort of thing would be appropriate. That's true, it certainly doesn't shy away from being inapproriate, as is evident by the thin, blue, wet-look strap that is all that's covering your breasts, apart from a tiny jacket that does nothing to preserve your modesty. Your panties are equally as shiny and blue as your boob strap is, and your butt is only covered because of the fluffy petticoat-like garment sitting above your underwear. It doesn't cover your front though, and is very flimsy, always threatening to fall off. There's not much left to this dainty outfit after that. an adorable headband with a large white bow sitting on your head, blue thigh-high stockings coating your legs and white 5 inch ankle boots encasing your feet make the superhero complete! <<back>>

<<set $pinkOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>The top of the pink outfit is unconventional, shaped a bit like a cross, the horizontal 'bar' resembling a tube top across your boobs. The vertical bar wraps around your neck, just below your choker, and around your waist below the "tube top" part. The skirt, in contrast, is very conventional, just a simple knee-length garment, not too tight, but not flared out either. What does take it up a notch is the bright neon pink colour and wet-look style to it. If not like a street walker, you sure look like a girl with... questionable morals. @@.gold;What? That's not true, I'm super nice! Let me show you...@@ [img[images/4306PinkFront.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $latexOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>If this wasn't clearly a fetishist's dream and the neckline didn't expose so much cleavage that you're in serious danger of flashing everybody, this could be a conservative enough outfit, while curve-hugging. But that's a big "if". The top is a tight fit and has elbow-length sleeves. @@.gold;So you don't scuff your girly arms when you're down on all fours.@@ The bottom part similarly hugs every curve of your body, fashioned like a pair of tight latex pants, they end just above your ankles. Those are perched on a 6 inch stiletto heel, but otherwise plain, dark shoes. Again, the outfit is really pretty down-to-earth, when you get down to it. @@.gold;Which you will, often and repeatedly!@@ [img[images/101052K_wetlook_catsuit.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $transparentOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>Up top, you're showing off a lot. Even if the dress wasn't extremely easy to see through, there's ample room for your tits to shine. @@.gold;Especially when servicing cock in between them.@@ Down below... well. You're not exactly covering up more. Seeing as the skirt is just as transparent as the top, you suppose you're lucky it's covering up that much. If this doesn't get you in trouble with the law, nothing short of manslaughter will. @@.gold;Why the hostility, there are so much more fun things to do with a man~@@ [img[images/SOPHIE-DALZELL-411802.jpg]] <<back>>

The following scenes have been written by CobaltCore from TFGS! <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Bob@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a middle-aged guy greets you. Well, verbally anyway. His eyes are not set to meet yours, they've been focussed far lower even before he opened the door. Smiling widely, you assume he deems you worthy. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, every street walker is envying you for a rack like that.@@ @@.blue;Bob@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. He does exactly that and pretty much repeats what you already read in the profile and what you saw at the front door. He likes your @@.gold;essence@@-- tits. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>Lifting off your top, you can see his eyes widen in anticipation at the sight of your rack. Somehow having this effect on other people makes you blush a bit. Unconsciously, you push out your chest just a little bit more, making the huge orbs jiggle ever so slightly.\ <<else>>Lifting off your top, you reveal your full and round breasts. But somehow looking at your client you could've sworn that, just for a fraction of a second, a look of disappointment overshadowed his face.<<endif>> But that is of no matter at this point because the sight of the tool dangling between his legs involuntarily makes your mouth water. Very quickly you are fully undressed, though not wearing much in the first place definitely helped with that. You barely even hear his voice, you are so fixated on the thick, long object of your desire. @@.blue;"Come here, slut."@@ [[He doesn't need to say that twice.|Week 3, Day 3 - Sexing Bob - Tit Lover]]

In a matter of seconds you are on your knees. Just as you are about to get a taste of his delicious looking shaft you feel his hand on your head, pushing you away. @@.blue;"No. Use your tits. I want to feel your jugs wrapping around my meat."@@ Well, the customer is king, you remind yourself and chuckle at the thought of your client with a crown on his head. Oh well, at least you get to suck his other crown. However, the aching in your pussy quickly brings you back to reality and you proceed to lift your heavy tits upwards until they engulf the meaty shaft. You have to admit, the feeling is quite arousing, having the veiny meat throbbing between your massive mammaries. You have to use quite a bit of your diminished strength to push them together, pressing them tightly against the cock in between. Then, you begin slowly moving up and down. Quite soon you can hear satisfied sounds coming from above, motivating you once again. You press down even more and start moving faster. Then, you get an idea. You press into the shaft as far as you can, making it reach out directly in front of your face. While continuing to massage him through your tits, you take the head of his cock into your mouth and begin sliding around it with your skillfull tongue. Almost instantly you notice him getting tense, a sound of pure pleasure indicating you're on the right path. You continue your efforts, you even begin moving your tits again, taking his cock into your mouth whenever you're deep enough to reach it. Then, all of a sudden, you feel his hands on the back of your head. Without a warning you are being forced down, your mouth instinctively opening to accept his meaty shaft into the warm embrace of your willing throat. He fills it completely, and quite quickly you have his balls banging against your chin as he buries himself completely in your face. You can feel the by now all-too-familiar tension building up inside his cock and look up at him with hungry eyes, knowing what's coming. Just seconds later he spasms, shooting a huge load of thick cum into your stomach. You feel his hot seed running down your throat and eagerly gulp it down while he begins to slowly pull out, creating strands of saliva connecting you to his shaft. When his tip leaves your mouth with a satisfying 'plop' you lick your lips in an attempt to not waste anything. @@.blue;"Heh, that wasn't actually that bad. I expected much worse, given how trashy you look."@@ he says, kind of dismissively. However his eyes seem to light up at his next words. @@.blue;"Tell you what, how about we take it to the next level, if you're up for it? Of course that'll be payed extra. I know what you whores are like..."@@ With that he brings out some stuff that looks like... bells and an injection needle? He also pays you 200 bucks, but honestly, you barely notice, your mind coming up with all sorts of images about how those props are going to be used. <<set $cash += 200>> You're horny as hell. [[Accept his proposal.|Week 3, Day 3 - Super Sexing Bob - Tit Lover]] <<if $submission lt 5>>On the other hand, you don't think you're up for that. [[Deny his offer.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>><<set $submissiveness += 2>>

<<set $lactation = 1>>He visibly loosens up. He even looks a tiny bit surprised. But you're still horny and whatever it is he wants to do, you hope it'll sate your desires as well. @@.blue;"Alright, for this to work I need you to close your eyes."@@ This is a weird request, but you comply. After all, what could possibly happen? Actually, you want to retract that thought right after it popped up, but the answer to that question comes before you can, in the form of a stinging sensation in each of your nipples. @@.gold;"Ouch, that hurts!"@@ You want to protest further but at it is at that point you feel something ice-cold entering through them. Almost instantly you feel the cold spreading throughout your chest. An alien pressure begins to build up and your boobs starts feeling heavier somehow. Soon after, your nipples become sore and you moan at the sensations that seem to hush across the nerves of your breasts without anyone even touching them. At this point, @@.blue;Bob@@ steps in. He weighs your incredibly heavy tits in his hands, they are so large that they overflow them easily. You blush as he marvels at the sight. Then, he presses down, digging his fingers into your soft titflesh. You elicit an @@.gold;*eep*@@ in surprise at the incredible feeling and are astounded when you notice a white drop forming at the end of your nipple. Licking the drop from it, he smiles. @@.blue;"There's a lot more where that came from, trust me sweetie."@@ Without wasting time @@.blue;Bob@@ produces a set of bells, which he clamps to your throbbing nipples, creating small shocks as the cold metal touches your hot skin. With every move, they tingle and send arousal through your whole body.<<if $nipplePiercing is 1>> And as if that wasn't enough, soon afterwards your poor nipples are strained even more by the weights he connects to your piercings.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> At this point, your nipples have grown tremendously and your chest feels as if it's going to burst. The pain in your jugs suddenly becomes very real. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>Your nipples are straining against the metal holding them back, inducing a stinging sensation like during the injections from before. Only that this time it doesn't go away.<<endif>> Seeing your pained expression, Bob speaks up with a sly smile on his face. @@.blue;"Need some relief? You look quite full..."@@ You nod. You really want the pain to go away. The pressure is growing and growing, stretching and expanding your already full chest. Their weight is almost too much for you to carry at this point and you crave release. <<set $submissiveness += 1>> @@.blue;"Alright, come here,"@@ he says, pointing to the space between his legs. Slowly you position yourself in front of him and he grabs your overly full udders. Just the sensation of his touch on your sore skin is enough to make you moan. But he doesn't seem content yet. @@.blue;"Oh no, this won't do,"@@ he says, to your confusion. @@.blue;"Moo for me."@@ You look at him with big eyes, dumbfounded. @@.blue;"Yes, you've already got the look down. Now moo."@@ He can't be serious... [[Moo|Week 3, Day 3 - Moooo - Tit Lover]] [[Don't moo|Week 3, Day 3 - What's Love Got To Moo With It? - Tit Lover]]

Wednesday is over! That means most of the week is, too. You suppose that counts as good news. As expected there's another letter from @@.lucas;Lucas@@ already waiting for you. <<if $paidTuesday is 0>>It merely reminds you of the importance of information, pretty much a recap of the same things you've heard Monday and Tuesday. If you want the next hint, it'll cost you <<if $payments is 0>>$$300<<elseif $payments is 1>>$$600<<endif>>. <<if $payments is 0>>[[Pay him.|Week 3, Day 4 - Morning][$cash -= 300, $paidWednesday = 1, $payments += 1]] $$300 are a fair price.<<elseif $payments is 1 and $cash gte 600>>[[Pay him.|Week 3, Day 4 - Morning][$cash -= 600, $paidWednesday = 1, $payments += 1]] $$600 are a fair price.<<endif>> [[Don't pay.|Week 3, Day 4 - Morning]]<<endif>> <<if $paidTuesday is 1 and $payments is 1>>@@.lucas;"Dear $lucasFirstname,@@ @@.lucas;I wanted to confirm that I received your payment in full. I'm very glad to see that you've acquired the means to afford the services of my contact, and that you see the wisdom in this plan. Without further ado, I'll get into the information I received. Mind you that this is the first piece of intel. It's both the cheapest, and thus the simplest. Don't dismiss it lightly, and don't consider your money wasted; the most basic information can often prove the most vital. My contact has advised me that your search for an answer -- and hopefully freedom -- will inevitably lead you to the main compound, the headquarters of the corporation. That may not be too surprising, which is why he threw in this second part: By and large, you can expect not to be watched when you're inside. This may sound odd, and you surely <em>will</em> be contacted and watched for brief periods of time, but for the most part, management will be far too busy to keep an eye on you. The facility is huge, it requires hands-on treatment by higher-ups everywhere. The plant is full of classified information and procedures, a complex hierarchy spanning the whole production process. Use this to your advantage to navigate the building safely and undetected. That is all he had to say today. As you can see, this is not a particular insight, but a very broad, general piece of advice. The first $$300 were more of an assurance of intent and reliability; he didn't want to risk his neck for half-measures and 'maybe's. Rest assured that future information will likely take on more specific forms, but the price will go up accordingly. Should you wish to acquire the next hint, it will cost you $$600. I await your response tomorrow. Good night Lucas"@@ What's your choice? <<if $cash gte 600>>[[Pay him again.|Week 3, Day 4 - Morning][$cash -= 600, $payments += 1, $paidWednesday = 1]] <<endif>>[[Don't pay him today.|Week 3, Day 4 - Morning]]\ \ <<elseif $paidTuesday is 1 and $payments is 2>>@@.lucas;"It's impressive to see you having so much money ready at your disposal. I hope this trend will continue. But I don't want to stall too long, I am sure you're very busy. My contact told me you should watch out for one room he found while investigating the compound; a room he does not remember being there. To explain his confusion: he mainly works surveillance, which is why he is so well-suited for these tasks, and also why he should know of any room in the facility. Anyway. This room, upon further inspection, seems to be completely empty, save for a large metal box, about a metre tall. At first glance, this box is inconspicuous as could be, but upon closer inspection my friend was able to identify its contents. A large metal rod, ending in a rubberised, thick shaft, much like a dildo. On the other end, there's a motor, meaning it's not a stationary rod. The wall it faces has a similar contraption hidden within. His theory is that they plan to teach you about spitroasting here, one motorised dildo from behind, and one from the front.@@ <<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>@@.lucas;I believe you are familiar with the concept."@@ Indeed you are, and you need no reminder, least of all by him!<<else>>@@.lucas;Undoubtedly, they plan to wear down your defenses in that room at some point, so be wary when you enter one fitting this description."@@ You make a mental note of it.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"That's all I have for you today. Still on the matter of information, the price has risen again, as you must be aware by now. You've uncovered a good portion of knowledge, but that doesn't mean you can't benefit from even more. We're moving into expensive territory now though, you would need to bring $$900 to the table this time."@@ Oof, that's pretty heavy. So what's your choice? <<if $cash gte 900>>[[Pay him again.|Week 3, Day 4 - Morning][$cash -= 900, $payments += 1, $paidWednesday = 1]] <<endif>>[[Don't pay him today.|Week 3, Day 4 - Morning]]<<endif>>

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>It takes a second for you to comprehend, but when you feel his fingers tracing around your nipples, your moan quickly transitions into a lust-filled mooing. The forceful kneading of his skillfull hands makes the newfound fluid in your chest slosh around, so much so that you think you can almost hear it. The warm feeling inside you is incredible. The bells on your engorged nipples tingle as you tremble in anticipation. The pleasure from your overly sensitive breasts has made you oh-so-horny. You crave his touch on your milk-filled udders, you need it. Like, right now. You don't care about anything else. And if you have to play cow for him to get it, you'll gladly do so. With a soft moo, you press yourself into him in an effort to signal him you're ready, which is met with a sly smile on @@.blue;Bob@@'s end. You don't notice him shifting around, you don't even notice how you're lifted up and onto his lap. The only thing you feel is the fullness of your tits aching for release. And then it happens. Clamping down on your nipples, he strokes them with a firm grip, eliciting a desperate moo from you as the last remnants of your old self try clinging to their dwindling sanity. You feel the hot milk rushing through them, leaving your body in a spray of white as they pulsate with relief. It is only when the hard impact of his hips on yours resonates throughout the room and your almost empty head that you notice he's inside you. And you also realize that this is the first time ever since your transformation that your needy hole is of no matter to you. You literally don't care. The only thing that matters is the explosion of feelings in your chest. At this point, you feel an alien warmth engulf your right nipple and looking down you see Bob is sucking on it with full force, digging his teeth into your fleshy nipple to drain every last drop out of your jugs. Seeing him so lustful makes you even more horny and a loud moan escapes you. Eventually, the pleasure is just too much. You go completely limp, falling to the side and onto the bed, which is already wet with your fluids. You feel your body rocking back and forth under his thrusts, his hands pushing into your spent tits as he rides you like the cowslut you are. The tingling from your nipples soon becomes the only thing you can focus on, it completely fills your tiny brain and your face drifts into a broad, dumb smile as you're fucked senseless. With every tingle, your arousal builds. With every tingle, your brain melts away just a bit more. With every tingle, you lose yourself in pleasure. When you feel his hot seed pouring into you, the orgasm finally hits. Hard. An almost primeval cry of lust escapes your quivering lips as wave after wave of orgasmic intensity rolls through your body, numbing the mind and filling it with pure satisfaction. After what feels like eternity, it ends, leaving you breathless and completely spent. Bob is breathing just as heavily as you are, his now limp dick shrinking back into more manageable proportions. He has a wild sparkle in his eyes that you didn't notice before. @@.blue;"Well, that was quite the ride."@@ While you are still starstruck by what you just experienced, Bob proceeds to clean himself up and slides into his pants. @@.blue;"To be honest, i didn't expect you to agree to this at all, let alone to go all in like this."@@ He searches around his pockets for something. Eventually, he produces a pack of green dollar notes. @@.blue;"Here you go. With an extra tip for your enthusiasm..."@@ He deposits the money right next to you, but you are too exhausted to do anything else but lie there with a big grin on your face. @@.blue;"Hope I'll see you again, my little cowslut..."@@ With a satisfied expression and a smirk on his face, he leaves. The sound of the door shutting eventually clears part of the fog from your brain and you sit up. Counting the money, there's a solid $$300 there, so $$500 in total. Not a bad wage for one day's work. You pocket the money after coming off your titgasm, barely clean yourself up and leave. <<set $cash += 300>> Of course, no walk home is complete without a gloating, annoying voice in your head. @@.gold;"How are you doing@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.gold;?"@@ you greet her sullenly in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Clever girl, already expecting me. You're getting better at this. At whoring too. I personally despise cows; slow, fat, stupid, ugly creatures. Since you match 3 out of 4, I can see why wou went for it though, it's good to find a niche to occupy in this business."@@ Wow, somebody's having a bad day, to put it lightly. @@.gold;D-do I really look fat?@@ @@.red;"But enough about that. How do you enjoy your new piece of jewelry?"@@ New piece of... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.red;"Congratulations! Your <em>udders</em> are now permanently lactating. I would recommend not taking this cow persona too far, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm sure some guys would looove to have a sip of you. If this career doesn't work out, maybe you can open up a milkshake bar? Opportunities any way you look, and still you resent me, I just don't get you. Anyway, I'll leave you alone with your newfound food source. Perhaps you could invite some friends for a dinner party? I'm free on weekends..."@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you're pondering that to get this pendant on you, you must have given @@.blue;Bob@@ a huge opening. You really were lost in the pleasure...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, you were waiting for me? That's so sweet of you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I'm fine, thanks! You must be too, what a hot night. Why don't you mooooo for me? *teeheeheeheehee*"@@ She seems to be really proud of herself for that one. @@.bunny;"That was like, so hot, but super sick at the same time, I can't believe you did that. My@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny; is such a pervert... So does my pervert like her new sparkly thingy?"@@ Sparkly thingy? Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.bunny;"Isn't that great?! Your titties are always gonna spill milk now. That's like, really useful! Whenever you're hungry, you can just have a little sip. Or a friend of yours. Or a total stranger..."@@ her thoughts drift of in what you can only call a sick example of jealousy. @@.bunny;"Totally no need to thank me, but you should probably carry empty bottles around with you *giggle* or just lotsa guys. Ooh, that reminds me, gotta run, I have a thingy,"@@ in five minutes you will, probably in every bodily orifice, @@.bunny;"cya next time, byebye!"@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you're pondering that to get this pendant on you, you must have given @@.blue;Bob@@ a huge opening. You really were lost in the pleasure...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Getting cocky, are we? Just a few minutes ago, you seemed amooooosingly loud, but I'd figured you'd keep quiet after letting it all out."@@ You're impressed at all the innuendo she managed to fit in there. You have to admit that the comeback stung a little, perhaps @@.orange;Bridget@@ is not the best target to vent frustration on. @@.orange;"But I'll forgive your small transgression. In all honesty, they are quite entertaining. And at this point, what part of you isn't, I wonder. Today, one more part of you upped its entertainment value. And say, how does your jewelry look?"@@ What is she... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.orange;"It looks gorgeous on you, don't rack your brain over it. Even better, you'll have an endless supply of milk for the foreseeable future. I have to say, the amount of fluids that must be coating the hotel room right now... To live without concern for other people, only for the purpose of carnal pleasure; it is a tempting fate, but one I would rather not experience."@@ Ummm, which party in this conversation is addicted to semen?<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Glass houses, dear.@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Regardless, it's time to take my leave. I wish you the utmost pleasure in painting your apartment translucent white. With your track record, I doubt it will take long. Good night, love."@@<<endif>> But before you get lost in the streets as well, you decide to better watch where you're going to eventually [[reach your apartment.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]

Upon noticing your passive refusal, you can tell @@.blue;Bob@@ is less than pleased. The whole affair becomes rather unceremonious from here on in. One aggressive remark from @@.blue;Bob@@ is all you're getting out of him for the rest of the night. @@.blue;"Guess you're less of a cow and more of a bitch,"@@ he exclaims before flipping you over on your belly, pulling you on your knees, and dominating you doggy-style for the rest of the evening. As nice as it felt, you can't say that you got off. Especially unnerving is the fact that he didn't touch your breasts once, in fact, he merely paid your torso any mind once, and that was to use your neck and the bedside table for leverage after he lost balance once. @@.blue;Bob@@ did, however, and wants you to know that. Upon reaching climax, he immediately pulls out to leave you a little present on your back; a warm serving of his ejaculate. After that, he's gone as quickly as he came. Fortunately, he was disgruntled, but not dishonest; he left you another hundred bucks for your service. That's not amazing, but considering how little effort was required on your part, you'll take it. <<set $cash += 100>> Of course, no walk home is complete without a gloating, annoying voice in your head. @@.gold;"How are you doing@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.gold;?"@@ you greet her sullenly in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Clever girl, already expecting me. You're getting better at this. At whoring too. Although I personally don't understand half-measures. Why not go all-in while you're at it? You seem like enough of a whore to go for it. But enough about that. How do you enjoy your new piece of jewelry?"@@ New piece of... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.red;"Congratulations! Your <em>udders</em> are now permanently lactating. I would recommend not taking this cow persona too far, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm sure some guys would looove to have a sip of you. If this career doesn't work out, maybe you can open up a milkshake bar? Opportunities any way you look, and still you resent me, I just don't get you. Anyway, I'll leave you alone with your newfound food source. Perhaps you could invite some friends for a dinner party? I'm free on weekends..."@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you realise you were dumb enough to have @@.blue;Bob@@ fool you into thinking he lost his balance...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, you were waiting for me? That's so sweet of you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I'm fine, thanks! You must be too, what a hot night. Why don't you mooooo for me? *teeheeheeheehee*"@@ She seems to be really proud of herself for that one. @@.bunny;"That was like, so hot, but super sick at the same time, I can't believe you did that. My@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny; is such a pervert... So does my pervert like her new sparkly thingy?"@@ Sparkly thingy? Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.bunny;"Isn't that great?! Your titties are always gonna spill milk now. That's like, really useful! Whenever you're hungry, you can just have a little sip. Or a friend of yours. Or a total stranger..."@@ her thoughts drift of in what you can only call a sick example of jealousy. @@.bunny;"Totally no need to thank me, but you should probably carry empty bottles around with you *giggle* or just lotsa guys. Ooh, that reminds me, gotta run, I have a thingy,"@@ in five minutes you will, probably in every bodily orifice, @@.bunny;"cya next time, byebye!"@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you realise you were dumb enough to have @@.blue;Bob@@ fool you into thinking he lost his balance...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Getting cocky, are we? I wouldn't take that mouth of yours quite so full. But I'll forgive your small transgression. In all honesty, they are quite entertaining. And at this point, what part of you isn't, I wonder. Today, one more part of you upped its entertainment value. And say, how does your jewelry look?"@@ What is she... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.orange;"It looks gorgeous on you, don't rack your brain over it. Even better, you'll have an endless supply of milk for the foreseeable future. I have to say, the amount of fluids that must be coating the hotel room right now... To live without concern for other people, only for the purpose of carnal pleasure; it is a tempting fate, but one I would rather not experience."@@ Ummm, which party in this conversation is addicted to semen?<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Glass houses, dear.@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Regardless, it's time to take my leave. I wish you the utmost pleasure in painting your apartment translucent white. With your track record, I doubt it will take long. Good night, love."@@<<endif>> But before you get lost in the streets as well, you decide to better watch where you're going to eventually [[reach your apartment.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Jonathan@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a nearly bald guy greets you. He is very focussed on your lips from the very moment he lays eyes on you. Smiling widely, you assume he deems you worthy. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, every street walker is envying you for bee-stung cushions like that.@@ @@.blue;Jonathan@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. Soon he does, seemingly very comfortable with this setup. You'd wager he's hired @@.gold;people like you@@ before, likely more than once. Likewise, he notices that you don't have as much experience, and tries to ease you in. His first ministrations are sensual, but tame if you consider you're acting as a sex worker in this scenario. @@.blue;Jon@@ seems quite content to essentially just make out, even though he's quite into it, kissing you passionately, almost ecstatically. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> was right, this guy <em>loves</em> lips. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>And damn if you don't love it too right now.<<endif>> As time goes on, he slowly and subtly guides you downwards, with you caressing his chest, and shortly his belly too, before arriving at your @@.gold;destination@@. @@.blue;Jon@@ looks down at you from above and just nods at you. Your fingers rest on his belly, and start to [[undo his belt.|Week 3, Day 3 - Sexing Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>After some experienced twists of your hands, @@.blue;Jon@@'s quite erect cock plops out of his underpants and right on your nose. The scent alone is enough to send you into heat, so you don't waste any time in getting down to business. Basically throwing yourself on the dick before you, @@.blue;Jon@@ is evidently excited by your enthusiastic display, his dick twitching upon entering you already. You slobber noisily up and down his length, juices going everywhere, it's seriously messy. Neither of you mind, in fact, the background slurping is like an orchestra accompanying you on your journey to get your client's rocks off. To top it off, you start moaning around the cock inside you, prompting @@.blue;Jon@@ to find his confidence and joining into the sighs of pleasure. You lick the length before you up and down, unrelenting. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>The sensation of it is driving you nuts, you can't bring yourself to stop.<<set $submissiveness += 2>><<endif>> While you're working him down there, @@.blue;Jon@@ is sure to take care of your confidence. His constant words of reassurance such as @@.blue;"Shit, this is the best"@@, and @@.blue;"You were born for this whoring thing, sweetheart"@@, are so sweet, they warm your heart from the inside. Every word of praise earns @@.blue;Jon@@ a cock-stuffed smile and a few more intimate encounters with your throat. If you still had a gag reflex, this whole deal would probably have ended in a disaster. @@.gold;Fortunately@@, that was taken care of by the choker, and you find yourself not just easily, but merrily taking meat right into your very @@.gold;core@@. This job isn't as bad as you thought it would be, and that thought is slightly worrying you. You aren't left much time to ponder it though, because @@.blue;Jon@@ up there is starting to pant in a rather exhausted tone, and shorter, more intense bursts. Fully understanding what that means, you prepare to be @@.gold;filled@@ thoroughly by his seed. To your surprise, @@.blue;Jon@@ pulls out moments later, slaps you across the cheeks with his dick and explodes right into your face, painting you utterly, completely white. Your entire face is coated in semen, any bukkake fan would be jealous of @@.blue;Jon@@ and you'd bet he's quite excited. You can't tell for sure, since you can't open your eyes just yet. Trying your best to at least regain vision, you wipe the cum off your lids, but keep the rest on. Wouldn't want to deny your customer a look at his work, the depravity of which gets you a little aroused, @@.gold;you little slut@@.<<set $submissiveness += 2>> @@.blue;"Hell girl, you sure never heard of something called 'gag reflex', have you?"@@ he asks, chuckling. You used to... @@.blue;"You may just become my favourite, and I definitely won't let you leave before you give me your name so I can request you more often."@@ You comply and write down some info for him, but also tell him that you're rather busy and might not be available all the time. @@.blue;"I can tell why, fuck. Anyway, while I truly enjoyed your services, the night doesn't have to be over quite yet. What do you say we kick it up a notch for some extra cash? Another 300 bucks sound good?"@@ He pays you the $$200 he already owes and then waves another stack of bills. It sure is tempting... 300 dollars is nothing to sneeze at.<<set $cash += 200>> [[Go next level.|Week 3, Day 3 - Super Sexing Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Go home.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $throatclit = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>@@.blue;"That's what I wanted to hear, you slut!" Jon@@ celebrates and you're rewarded with a tingling in your nether region. Next, he instructs you to lay on your back, and shuffle to the edge of the bed. Your head's still rested on the mattress, but right above it, there's nothing; you're looking at an upside down @@.blue;Jon@@ standing in front of you, smiling in anticipation of getting his money's worth. Softly, he grabs your chin and pulls it down, opening your mouth, before his length pushes inside apprehensively at first. Doing this all with your neck over-extended and your eyes staring at his thighs is a situation you're not used to, which makes it a little awkward at first. @@.gold;That's good, more things to learn.@@ You adapt to the challenge rather quickly, which isn't that surprising to you. The choker's most likely helping you along, @@.gold;and you should thank it for its assistance@@. @@.blue;Jon@@ gets progressively bolder, by now easily reaching so far back into your mouth that your tongue can hardly feel the tip of his dick. You hear his voice. @@.blue;"Are you ready?"@@ he wants to know. You can't tell whether you heard his voice break up out of excitement there, but you imagine the smile plastered on his face must be large enough to be called grotesque. As best you can, you nod around the mouthful to give your consent. Momentarily, your throat is invaded all the way to the hilt by @@.blue;Jon@@'s cock. Breathing is impossible for the moment which you hadn't anticipated, so you struggle for a few seconds, but are released soon enough. Your lover quickly settles into a rhythm and continues facefucking you. With little room to move in your awkward position, you're hardly more than a vessel for his meat, hardly more than a cocksleeve. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="images/blowjob.webm" type='video/webm; codecs="vp9, vorbis"'> </video> <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You find that he gets excited rather quickly. @@.blue;Jon@@ is already panting and sighing wildly. @@.blue;"Hnf, your lips are so soft and tight, your mouth's like a vacuum chamber."@@ You take that to mean he likes it. To erase all suspicion however, he confirms his excitement by depositing some semen into your stomach, to your surprise. You squeal a little as the torrent rushes through your throat, you hadn't expected him to finish that fast. With your @@.gold;talents@@ however, you can't fault the guy. Even more shockingly, @@.blue;Jon@@ doesn't even want to take a break! After the rush of sperm as ended, he just keeps going. You're going to be quite full tonight... <<endif>>As he's fucking you, @@.blue;Jon@@ occasionally caresses the front of your neck... Why does that feel so good? You figured out that he's evidently enjoying the sight of your throat bulging out in the front while he's fucking you. Still, you can't shake the feeling that deepthroating this guy is starting to feel a lot better than it should, and much better than it did just a few minutes ago. <<if $penis is 1>>Your dick has gotten that message too. Feeling your balls tighten up, you twitch a little as you're ejaculating straight onto your stomach in an orgasm so intense that your vision is flashing white for a few seconds, holy shit.<<elseif $penis is 0>>You're feeling that down below as well. Your pussy is shooting fluids onto the sheets as you erupt into an orgasm so intense that your vision is flashing white. Holy shit, you just came just from blowing a guy!<<endif>> This leaves you predictably exhausted and content, which really has no impact on the scene, since @@.blue;Jon@@ has been riding you hard from the beginning, with you simply surrendering your will. And soon you'll have to surrender to a thick liquid streaming down your throat<<if $lipImplant is 1>> again<<endif>>. @@.blue;Jon@@'s cock twitches inside you to announce your @@.gold;success@@. And success has to be rewarded; in your case with a surprisingly massive torrent of cum, flushed straight into your stomach. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>Damn, you are full. The slightest movement makes all the sperm inside you slosh around your belly.<<endif>> @@.blue;Jon@@ is visibly happy with his investment and pays you right away. @@.blue;"Here's your money, girl. You sure earned it. I hope you're keeping a spot open in your schedule, because I definitely need those lips to keep me company again,"@@ he chuckles, and you play along. You're hesitant to accept the compliment, but very quick to take the money.<<set $cash += 300>> $$300 well earned. You thank him for his professionalism and say goodbye. On your way home,<<if $lipImplant is 1>> you contemplate stopping by a place to get a quick dinner in, but realise that you actually feel so full, you're literally not even hungry.<<set $cash += 10>> @@.gold;What a useful development, perhaps we should see where this leads?@@ You can't delight in having saved some money long before<<endif>> a familiar voice nags you over the choker. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What a performance, what a night! Your throat got a real workout tonight, didn't it?" Bonnie@@'s voice blares in your ears. You take it as a rhetorical question and simply wait for her gloating speech to be over. @@.red;"Well, I don't have to tell you, do I? You've had a front-row seat, after all. But let's cut to the chase. How do you like your new jewelry?"@@ she asks. New jewelry? What is she... your hand shoots to your neck and there it is. Something hanging from your choker. You turn toward a dark store window to examine your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] That explains why he was rubbing over your neck, and probably also why it felt so nice. Well, nice is quite an understatement, isn't it, you actually orgasmed from the sensation. Apparently, this thing is responsible for something new to your condition. Perhaps @@.red;Bonnie@@ will shed some light on this, and conveniently, she speaks up next. @@.red;"Oh come on, you couldn't be that oblivious, can you? Then again, an orgasm like that takes a lot out of you. I'm pretty sure you'll have plenty more like it with your new throatclit. Welp, I gotta go, was a real pleasure talking to you. Probably not your greatest pleasure tonight, but I'll take it."@@ She signs off with her trademark chuckle. A throatclit? Going by that name and what you felt earlier, you can only assume this means blowjobs will now feel much, much better. @@.gold;Another reason to give some out for free!@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Heyaaa, how you doing? Probably pretty great, I saw you cumming reeeeaaaaal hard *teehee* but anyways, how you like your new shiny?"@@ Huh? "Shiny" meaning... jewelry? Your hands race upwards at your throat and detect something unknown dangle from the choker. @@.blue;Jon@@ must have... You turn around, facing a empty, dark store window to see your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] That explains why he was rubbing over your neck, and probably also why it felt so nice. Well, nice is quite an understatement, isn't it, you actually orgasmed from the sensation. Apparently, this thing is responsible for something new to your condition. Perhaps @@.bunny;Bunny@@ will shed some light on this, and conveniently, she speaks up next. @@.bunny;"Like what, you didn't notice? *teehee*@@ @@.pink;Sis@@@@.bunny;, you're so dumb! But having so much fun, I can kinda understand it..."@@ she trails off here for a moment and seems to be fantasising about getting railed. You clear your throat almost comedically to see if you can get any more information out of her. @@.bunny;"Huh? Oh righty, I should probably tell you what this thingy does. It's called a 'pendant' and this one's super cool! Whenever you give blowies, it's going to feel extra nice, just like when you're getting it... down there *giggle* or maybe even nicer! It's like you've got a clitty in your mouth, I guess. Okay, but now I gotta... uh, do <em>stuff</em>,"@@ this remark is accentuated by heavy breathing, @@.bunny;"so uh, toodeloo, don't have too much fun without me!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good evening, dear. I see you've enjoyed yourself tonight. But by now there's probably more night's where that's true rather than false."@@ You wish it weren't, but sadly, she's right. @@.orange;"And you're one ornament richer for it. How do you like your new accessory, hm?"@@ New accessory? That can only mean... your hands speed up to your throat and indeed find something alien, dangling from your choker. Turning around in the direction of a dark, empty store window, you see the culprit in your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] Some kind of pendant is attached to the choker, bouncing against your throat. It's not exactly a flattering symbol to be carrying around your neck, but it's rather late to be bothered by that, isn't it? At least you can figure now why @@.blue;Jon@@ was rubbing over your choker back there. @@.orange;"You were actually unaware of what was happening? Love, your libido is taking control. Perhaps that's voluntary though? Nevermind, I don't mean to pry. By all means, keep your private affairs private."@@ Says the woman in control of the all-seeing sci-fi surveillance device. @@.orange;"I should probably clue you in though, as a courtesy. This pendant, as you hopefully already guessed even with your sex-addled brain, is not a fashion accessory. The bountiful amount of blowjobs you dish out will doubtlessly amuse you even more now; thanks to this, it should feel almost like having your clitoris played with. Not that you'd need the extra motivation, as you've demonstrated quite clearly, but we're nothing if not benevolent. I think that concludes our business for tonight, go get some sleep, dear, and try not defiling any innocent strangers on your way home."@@<<endif>> Revelation upon revelation. Seems like that's what your life is about these days. You're stuck with this thing now, and are quite certain you know what it means. Well. It could be worse right? @@.gold;If anything, this is an improvement.@@ Right, what could go wrong!? Nevermind, you've had enough for today, and sarcastic comments won't help that. [[Go home already.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]

The following scenes have been written by lorigor from TFGS! <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;@@.blue;Frankie@@@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a quite young-looking guy greets you. He seems quite giddy ahead of the evening and bids you to come in. You aren't sure, but you're quite sure his gaze is locked onto you from behind, you feel compelled to blush. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, you could kill with an ass like that.@@ As you walk in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. @@.blue;Frankie@@ smiles as he looks you over. @@.blue;"Damn, I love that ass you're carrying around. Not the biggest, but definitely in the juicy category, and fucking beautiful. But I'll find that out first-hand soon enough. Hereâ€™s the deal, first Iâ€™m going to play with your ass a bit and get it nice and warmed up. And then, if you want more money, we can go a little further. Sound good?"@@ Heâ€™s paying just to play with my ass a bit? He isnâ€™t even going to fuck it unless I want more? Thatâ€™s almost too easy. @@.gold;"Sounds great!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ grins wider and comes over, running his hands over your shoulders and breasts. He pulls you into an embrace and quickly strips off your clothes, leaving you naked. Now that your ass is exposed, he moves his hands to your round bottom. He cups and squeezes each cheek, and then starts massaging them in his strong hands. A shiver runs through your body as you feel your squishy breasts push against his strong chest. It feels so right to be wrapped up in his strong, masculine arms. You canâ€™t help but push your hips back to grind your ass into his groping hands. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oooh! That -eels good!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oooh! That feels good!"@@<<endif>> you moan as [[a tremor of pleasure shoots up your spine.|Week 3, Day 3 - Sexing Frankie - Ass Lover]]

@@.blue;"You like that you little slut?"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ pants hotly above you as he squeezes and rubs your butt cheeks together. His index finger slides between them and rubs your little anal star in a circle. He traces the circle, adding a gentle pressure but not yet pushing it in. After a moment, he pulls his hand away and steps back to look at you. @@.blue;"Fuck, you got a great ass! I want to see it bounce!"@@ He turns you around, and then reclines back into a chair. @@.blue;"Shake it for me baby!"@@ You lean forward and jut your ass back at @@.blue;Frankie@@, then begin to shake your hips. You jiggle your ass back and forth in front of him, swaying from side to side seductively. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Like this? You want -e to twerk it -or you?â€@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Like this? You want me to twerk it for you?â€@@<<endif>> You giggle as your round, feminine ass brushes over his face as you bounce it too close. @@.blue;Frankie@@ reaches into his pants and fishes out his cock, which is already rock hard. He begins to stroke it furiously as he enjoys the show. @@.blue;"Oh yeah, keep dancing baby! Make that ass move!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ licks his lips, and then presses his face tight against your ass. His wet tongue slobbers over your ass cheeks as they move from side to side across his face. You moan whorishly as you feel his tongue brush over your ass hole, licking it all over. Getting lost in the pleasure makes you feel somewhat guilty, this shouldn't be that good, nothing even happened yet. Soon those thoughts are gone though as the excitement of performing for him overtakes you. Youâ€™re eagerly grinding your ass into his face and tongue as he licks you out. @@.blue;"Fuck it, I gotta have that ass. What do you think, girl? You ready for some extra cash to let me split open that tight ass for you?"@@ You've already made 200 bucks, but a little more doesn't sound that bad. And you can't deny that you feel quite excited by now...<<set $cash += 200>><<set $submissiveness += 4>> [[Let him split you open like a coconut.|Week 3, Day 3 - Super Sexing Frankie - Ass Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Back out.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $asslube = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh yes, -lease!"@@ You groan out. @@.gold;"-ut it dee- inside -e!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh yes, please!"@@ You groan out. @@.gold;"Put it deep inside me!"@@<<endif>> @@.blue;Frankie@@ is quick to oblige. He leaps to his feet and presses his throbbing cock against your ass. The feeling of that thick, pulsating meat makes you quiver. He pushes you over to the table and bends you over. Your ass is already slick from his spit, so he wastes no time in lining up the bulbous head of his cock with your anal ring. One hand pulls your ass cheeks apart as the other takes hold of his cock. He begins to press it forward, groaning as the head sinks inside your body. @@.blue;"Oh hell yes! Fuck, you Asians got tight asses!"@@ A tremor of pleasure runs through you as you glow at his compliment. Maybe being an Asian Whore isnâ€™t so bad? Your arms fan out across the table as you try and relax yourself to take him even deeper inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Uuugh, thank you! Oh your -ig white cock -eels so good in -y ass! -ush it dee-er! <em>Dee-er</em>!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mmm, thank you! Oh your big white cock feels so good in my ass! Push it deeper! <em>Deeper</em>!"@@<<endif>> You plead with him as you raise your hips, impaling yourself on his cock in your impatience to get it all the way inside. Where did that come from? Spurred on by your eagerness, @@.blue;Frankie@@ slaps both hands on your ass and grips tight, and then yanks you back hard while he launches forward. The entirety of the thick girth slams inside you, stretching out your anal passage and filling your rectum up completely as he slides inside. You toss your head back and moan as the thick shaft hilts itself deep in your body. Youâ€™ve never felt so full before. You work your hips from side to side, stirring the dick inside you. The girth is quick to stretch out your walls, loosening the back passage to make it even easier for him to move in and out. CRACK! All of a sudden, @@.blue;Frankie@@ spanks you sharply on the ass. The sudden assault makes you clench up tightly around his cock and squeeze it firmly inside yourself. @@.blue;"Oh yeah thatâ€™s it, squeeze my dick! Just like that!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ smacks you again, and then again. Each time his hand impacts your feminine butt, you clamp around his thick member. @@.blue;Frankie@@ continues to spank you, making your light brown ass start to flush and sting. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Ah! Oh! Ow! Uugh!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Ah! Oh! Ow! Mmm!"@@<<endif>> You release a high pitched squeal as @@.blue;Frankie@@ spanks your bottom. You canâ€™t help but dance beneath his hand, grinding even harder into his shaft and squeezing it more firmly. After a few moments he smacks you one last time, and then tightly grips your hips, holding you steady as he starts to thrust. @@.blue;"Thatâ€™s it, take it right up your tight little ass!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ grunts gutturally as he pumps his hips in and out of you. The hot walls of your ass cling tightly to his cock, hugging every vein and contour of the shaft as he pounds it in and out. His hips are already moving in a blur, and you can tell it wonâ€™t be long before he starts cumming. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Ah! Yes! Thank you, sir! Gi-e -e your -ig dick! -uck -e harder!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Ah! Yes! Thank you, sir! Give me your big dick! Fuck me harder!"@@<<endif>> Your hair flies about your face as you undulate beneath @@.blue;Frankie@@. You squeeze your ass around his cock every time it reaches the deepest point inside you, and then release it as he pulls out again. @@.blue;"Aaah!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ cries out in pleasure as his cock erupts, spurting a heavy load of thick, creamy cum deep inside your bowels. He continues to pump his hips, working himself in and out as he milks his shaft of all that delicious seed deep inside your body. You purr in satisfaction at being rewarded with the thick, creamy load of cum. You can feel its warmth inside you, and as @@.blue;Frankie@@ pulls himself out you clench your sphincter tightly to keep it all trapped inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Aah, that was -eautiful -a-y. I ho-e you co-e -ack again real soon!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mmm, that was beautiful baby. I hope you come back again real soon!"@@<<endif>> You smile brightly at @@.blue;Frankie@@ as he pulls out a wad of cash to pay you. @@.blue;"You can be sure of that, toots. I do love them Asian asses!"@@ It's time to go home after a day of hard work, having earned another $$200<<set $cash += 200>>. You both say your goodbyes and you get on your way after cleaning up a little. But your walk home is hardly undisturbed, your panties keep clinging to your buttcheeks, sticky and unyielding. You're relatively certain that they were dry when you left the hotel but there's no doubt that you're underwear is <em>drenched</em> right now. That's odd. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Why hello!"@@ it chimes from your choker. How surprising... @@.red;"I see you're having a little fluid displacement issue!"@@ Of course she's behind this. @@.red;"I assume you've come to terms with the latest addition to your choker?"@@ Addition?\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"How's it gooooing, baby?"@@ Baby? @@.bunny;"I'll bet you can't keep your juices inside you right now *teehee* but how do you like your new choky thingy?"@@ New choky thingy?\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good evening my sweet," Bridget@@ almost sings through the choker, @@.orange;"I don't know if you noticed, fluid-addicted as you are, but you're leaking, honey. It's a mystery to me why you keep sticking new jewelry to that choker, yet complain about it all the time."@@ New jewelry?<<endif>> You search for a reflecting surface nearby, finding a large window that does the trick. She's right, there's a pendant dangling from your choker looking... very much like a used up sphincter. [img[images/anusPendant.jpg]] <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I think it looks lovely on you. And the effects will be most useful for somebody like yourself. Keep going like that, I'm proud of you!"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"It's so pretty! I'm almost jealous. But really, I don't like it up my butt that much, so it's okay, I'll allow you to keep it *giggle*"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I'm sure it will make for a useful feature. If we can't sate your hunger for cock, maybe we'll at least be able to simplify the process. No need to thank me, you're doing just about enough for me."@@<<endif>> When did that pendant even get on you? You hadn't noticed at all, but its effects are undeniable, pussy juice still leaking out of your ass and dripping down your thighs by now. Well, at least [[you're back home|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]], although that's hardly any consolation.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Bryan@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a pretty young guy, looking about as young as you do since the transformations, greets you. He inspects you for a few moments, and says a few things which seem a little odd to you. At least he appears to like you. @@.blue;Bryan@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the bed inside and take a seat on the edge of the large mattress, waiting for him to make his intentions known. He doesn't exactly do that, but he sits down, next to you, somewhat hesitant. All he manages for now is wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and you engage by resting your head on his chest, still [[sitting on the bed.|Week 3, Day 3 - Uhh... Sexing Bryan - DFC Lover]]

This goes on for far longer than you expected, a clock near one of the hotel room walls telling you this embrace lasted for nearly twenty minutes now. The only thing less believable would be for you to complain about not having to fuck this dude. So instead you simply enjoy the rest from your otherwise rather eventful days. Nobody can fault you for going along with what this guy does, right? Technically, yes. However, you're dependent on customer satisfaction. If the guy's just feeling you out, or is simply too shy to try anything himself and expects you to take charge, that may reflect poorly on you. Occasionally, you shift your balance a little, wrap your left arms around his stomach sometimes, and even touch his thigh -- after your recent adventures, you didn't expect you'd consider this a daring move ever again -- for a few seconds here and there, to gauge his response. All of your shifting is met by some of his, mostly uncomfortable, it seems to you. The erratic movement in the fabric of his pants is unmistakably a growing erection, which at least tells you you're on the right track. Simple, subtle wiles you didn't use to possess now having such an effect on a guy is causing pride to well up inside you, which makes you somewhat uncomfortable. You can basically feel @@.blue;Bryan@@'s resolve crumbling, whatever reason there might be to have to overcome his resolve in the first place. But somehow, he deems it necessary to keep you at a distance, up until now. Feeling his head move, you look up and find him staring directly into your eyes... almost romantically, despite the situation. As hesitantly as before, @@.blue;Bryan@@'s eyes close and he goes in for a twitchy, nervous kiss. His lips feel nice, there's no denying it, but his attitude is obviously not conducive to the atmosphere. As time goes on, he eases into it though, and gets a little bolder. His right hand snakes down your side and squeezes your rear. You try to give him easier access by shifting your weight, but a few seconds later he pulls back entirely. @@.blue;"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean too... I mean I shouldn't have... Here's the money,"@@ he hands you two $$100 bills.<<set $cash += 200>> That certainly was easy money. Something still irks you about this encounter. That's how far you've come; not being taken advantage of makes you immediately suspicious. Not to mention all this kissing and foreplay has worked you up immediately, though not severely.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> So do you want to poke and prod, or be lame and leave? [[Get investigative.|Week 3, Day 3 - Super Sexing Bryan - DFC Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Go home.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

@@.gold;"What's this all about, am I not pretty enough?"@@ you tease him with a smile and grab his arm, sitting down next to him again. He's visibly irritated, perhaps a subtler approach would have been preferable. Can't change it now though, and he's still rather quiet, you'll just have to feel him out a little more. If he doesn't talk, then you simply have to be a little more forceful. @@.blue;"N-no, you're very... very pretty,"@@ he eventually stammers as a response. @@.gold;"But why do you want me to leave then?"@@ you push him further, @@.gold;"Why don't you want me to stay?"@@ Again, his discomfort couldn't be clearer. @@.blue;"I don't... you don't have to leave"@@, he replies, faster this time, and with less stuttering. That's a start, you suppose. But you still don't get it. Why would he be paying so much money for a little foreplay and then act all shy and distraught? @@.gold;"So what do we do then? I'm boooored,"@@ you continue to tease, your hand once again dropping into his lap, cautiously and subtly caressing his thigh. You will get a complete sentence out of him even if you have to rip the words out of his throat. To this, he merely mumbles an incoherent, inaudible response, so you ask him to please repeat himself. @@.blue;"W-we can't... What if Mom and Dad f-find out?"@@ you barely hear over his stuttering and irregular breathing. Mom and Dad? It takes you a moment, but you begin to make sense of things. He's asking for somebody with a slender build, like a young girl. He's talking about parents as if they're both yours and his, why else would he call them 'Mom and Dad', he'd normally just say 'my parents'. Meaning the reason 'Mom and Dad' aren't allowed to find out about you suggestively touching his thigh is that going any further than that would be incest. Spelling it all out makes it rather obvious why this guy was classified as fucked up, but not dangerous. That category had somewhat confused you before. So he has some kind of incest fantasy with his sister -- imaginary or real. The only question is, will you indulge it? [[Of course you will.|Week 3, Day 3 - Big Bro Bryan - DFC Lover]] He might pay extra, and you may even have some fun yourself. <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[No way.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]] Why take the risk? You already made good money tonight.<<endif>>

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ @@.gold;"Don't worry big bro,"@@ you beam at him, and sit down on his lap, @@.gold;"Mommy and Daddy aren't home tonight; we've got the whole house to ourselves."@@ You go in for another kiss, energetically enough to topple @@.blue;Bryan@@. Now you're both lying on the bed, one step closer to actually making out, instead of some kissing and grabbing. Things quickly heat up from there, and @@.blue;Bryan@@ visibly gets into it more now that you're playing along. Long past caressing your tits, he dares to go after your honeypot.<<if $penis is 1>> @@.gold;Oh, he's in for a surprise.@@<<endif>> His hands inch downwards from your chest, over your belly and your hips, to grab your panties and pull them down. You stretch out your legs to make it easier for him, and soon, your underwear is gone. He breaks the kiss and your embrace to take in the sight. <<if $penis is 1>>@@.blue;"B-but sis..." Bryan@@'s back in stuttering mode. Unable to move, he just kneels in front of the bed, staring at your crotch. You have to hold back laugher, but also know that you should take care of him and keep this roleplay going before he snaps. Moving over to the edge of the bed, you grab him by the shoulders, turn him around and seat him on the mattress before getting on your knees in front of him. @@.gold;"If you keep my secret, I'll keep <em>this</em> one..."@@ you explain to him before wrapping your mouth around his length. Looking up at him, it's clear that he won't be able to react to you much more, there's clearly very little blood left in his brain. <<if $asslube is 0>><<set $submissiveness = 1>>Might as well get yourself prepared then. First one finger, then a second one enter your anus to very lightly stretch your entrance. After a minute or two, your hand wanders to @@.blue;Bryan@@'s shaft, rubbing it for a few seconds -- more to get the saliva on there than for actual stimulation. Your fingers then wander back to your sphincter and keep massaging it, ranging from gentle prodding to three-finger-fucking yourself before letting @@.blue;Bryan@@ enter you.<<else>>Since you don't have much to prepare, you can mostly concentrate on your blowjob technique. Your ass has long ago started running girlcum down your legs, you barely even muster the courage to touch your rear entrance. Still, you resolve to stretch yourself a bit before letting @@.blue;Bryan@@ enter you.<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>And it clearly is too much for him to handle. @@.blue;Bryan@@ freezes up at the sight of your @@.gold;perfect pussy@@. Unable to move, he just kneels in front of the bed, staring at your crotch. You have to hold back laugher, but also know that you should take care of him and keep this roleplay going before he snaps. Moving over to the edge of the bed, you grab him by the shoulders, turn him around and seat him on the mattress before getting on your knees in front of him. @@.gold;"If you don't tell Mommy and Daddy about seeing little sis' pussy, I won't tell them about <em>this</em>..."@@ you explain to him before wrapping your mouth around his length. Looking up at him, it's clear that he won't be able to react to you much more, there's clearly very little blood left in his brain. Good, that leaves you to concentrate on the blowjob. You slobber over @@.gold;big bro@@'s cock noisily, leaving trails of saliva everywhere over the bed and his crotch. Just like your mouth, your snatch is starting to drip its juices everywhere, and just a minute or so of sucking sees you more than ready to have your muff stuffed. You give him a couple more moments in your warm, inviting mouth before letting him enter you for good.<<endif>> But now you figure it's about time for that. Drawing back from his cock with a wet slurping noise, @@.blue;Bryan@@ doesn't even react to the interrupted fellatio, apparently he's in his own little world now. As you move to climb back up the bed, your eyes drift toward your purse that you dropped nearby, and two scrunchies catch your gaze. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>... She knew you'd come here and what @@.blue;Bryan@@'s all about. Regardless, there's no danger to it, and it'll help with the role. With surprisingly adept hands, you tie your hair into pigtails, immediately making you look ten years younger, like a high school senior, @@.gold;although it would help if you didn't have precum dripping down the corner of your mouth@@. Here you are, approaching the finish line, you push @@.blue;Bryan@@ to fall on his back and straddle him, finally being face-to-face with him again. At a moment's notice, he seems to react to you again, like he just woke up from a restful slumber, now hardly able to believe his luck. You insert his meat into your under a heavy breath and a silent moan. When you open your eyes again, @@.blue;Bryan@@ stares at you in amazement. @@.blue;"I can't... Sis, I didn't know you were so... dirty,"@@ he tells you, incredulous. You whisper into his ear, @@.gold;"For you I am, big bro"@@, followed by a smile and a tremendous cry of pleasure as you impale yourself on @@.gold;big bro@@'s rod. Just to avoid having to watch his shocked, frankly stupid-looking face, you go in for a kiss you won't break until you've got him of for good. And on that topic, you don't break rhythm either, your ass still slapping on @@.blue;Bryan@@'s pelvis with force and in steady intervals. He's definitely not the best you had; sex with him isn't all that different to boning a dead fish you imagine, all you get is some occasional twitching and a constantly gasping mouth. The quality is definitely not in the act itself, but you have to admit that somewhere in the middle, you stopped playing along for him and actually started to enjoy playing the role of his perverted <<if $penis is 1>>'sister'<<elseif $penis is 0>>sister<<endif>>. @@.blue;Bryan@@'s clearly not very experienced either. Your thoughts drift, pondering what it would feel like to deflower a virgin, somebody who can't believe that @@.gold;a knock-out@@ like you would defile herself in bed with a down-on-his-luck guy like him. Pondering has to be cut short though, interrupted by @@.blue;Bryan@@ who actually wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him before unloading deep, deep inside you, as far as he can reach toward your @@.gold;center@@. The warmth entering and heating you up is prompting spams of your own, declaring the arrival of your own orgasm. Your juices shoot <<if $penis is 1>>all the way up @@.blue;Bryan@@'s belly, forming a sticky puddle there.<<elseif $penis is 0>>all over @@.blue;Bryan@@'s dick, basically soaking his scrotum and the sheets beneath in clear pussymilk.<<endif>> You don't expect him to be with you anytime soon, so might as well get dressed. That was <em>fun</em>. No doubt about it, this will have consequences for your transformation, you already feel a little shorter, in fact... but you needed this. This was good for you. It felt good. A while later, even @@.blue;Bryan@@ comes to. You didn't want to leave without saying goodbye;and especially not without getting paid. He catches onto that quickly enough and hands you another 200 bucks without speaking a word.<<set $cash += 200>> You doubt that he could anyway. Which gives you a fun idea. @@.gold;"Gee, thanks so much bro! I love you, please call me again soon,"@@ you chirp, hugging him from the side and stroking his cock with your thigh. That's a goodbye he won't soon forget. Well, the hotel's booked for the whole night, so if he finds himself stunned, he'll be taken care of in the morning at the latest. With a victorious smile on your lips, you leave the hotel behind and [[return to your apartment.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]

<em>The following scenes have been written by none other than JoeForest from TFGS! Author of [[The Collar|http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=483]], [[The Broken Sensor|http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=679]] and [[S.L.U.T. Academy|http://www.tfgamessite.com/index.php?module=viewgame&id=574]], as well as Total Immersion on [[hentaifoundry|http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/JoeForest/19339/Total-Immersion]] and [[tgstorytime|http://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3064]].</em> <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Jim@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a middle-aged guy greets you. There's really very little distinguishable features about him, he's pretty much your average Joe. At the very least he seems to find you attractive. @@.gold;Who wouldn't?@@ @@.blue;Jim@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. @@.blue;Jim@@ pulls up a chair and sits opposite you, obviously nervous. @@.blue;"So, aha, youâ€™re my girl for the evening then?â€@@ @@.gold;Well, this is new...@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Yeah, I- all yours."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Yeah, Iâ€™m all yours."@@<<endif>> Leaning forward, you give him a great view of your generous @@.gold;cleavage@@ â€“ but he doesnâ€™t seem all that interested. @@.blue;"Okay then... erm, can I see your p-pussy?"@@ @@.gold;This has to be his first time, poor thing.@@ Smirking, you stand up and turn around, before slipping out of your dress and bending over in front of him. From the stifled gasp, it seems that the sight of your bare crotch almost gave him a heart attack. Intending to ease him in slowly, you turn your head to give him a smouldering look â€“ only to see that heâ€™s already dropped his trousers, a rock hard cock pointed straight out from his crotch. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh -y, you like what you see-EEEH~!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh my, you like what you see-EEEH~!"@@<<endif>>, [[he takes you off your game.|Week 3, Day 3 - Sexing Jim - Creampie Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ \ He rushed forward with no warning, quickly shoving his bare cock into your exposed @@.gold;pussy@@. Grabbing a firm hold of your hips, @@.blue;Jim@@ pushes you face down on the bed, before thrusting @@.gold;balls deep@@ inside of you. Leaning over you, and not stopping his pounding for a second, he whispers in your ear. @@.blue;"Are you on the pill,@@ @@.gold;whore?"@@ Thinking back, you remember the pills that <<if $contraception3 is 1>>you bought from <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> â€“ the pills that you hope is going to spare you any more problems than you already have to cope with.<<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> offered you â€“ the pills which seem much more appealing now that thereâ€™s actually a dick in your hole.<<endif>> <<if $contraception3 is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Y-yes, I a-."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Y-yes, I am."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"No... I- not."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"No... Iâ€™m not."@@<<endif>><<endif>> <<if $contraception3 is 1>>@@.blue;Jim@@ stops for just a second, before countering, @@.blue;"Well, gonna have to work a bit harder than, huh?"@@<<else>>@@.blue;Jim@@ stops for just a second, before whispering one final word to you. â€œ@@.blue;Good.@@â€<<endif>> Immediately, he then goes on the offensive again, pounding against your (@@.gold;fertile?@@) cunt even harder than before. While you didnâ€™t get a good look before, you can tell that @@.blue;Jim@@ possesses one of the larger cocks youâ€™ve serviced, your pussy walls gripping tight around him as he pistons back and forth. @@.gold;What if... what if I can get pregnant?@@ The thought is quickly driven from your mind, however, as @@.blue;Jim@@ snakes a hand around to rub at your new @@.gold;clit@@, eliciting a sensual @@.gold;moan@@ from your swollen lips. Now more than ever youâ€™re pushing back against him, @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s trying to fit as much as possible inside you. Pretty quickly, the pleasure piled up overflows into a @@.gold;moaning orgasm@@, your legs shaking and @@.gold;cunt@@ twitching. This in turn seems to push @@.blue;Jim@@ closer to his limit, as he pushes into you harder than ever, the tip of his dick pressed right up against your cervix. @@.blue;"Beg for it... beg for my cum,@@ @@.gold;slut!"@@ You canâ€™t stop yourself, helpless before the dick inside of you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-lease! Do it inside, -reed me!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Please! Do it inside, breed me!"@@<<endif>> With a final grunt, @@.blue;Jim@@ came explosively, the inevitable wave of thick @@.gold;semen@@, pumped directly into your hot @@.gold;womb@@. Holding himself there, @@.blue;Jim@@ fires off round after round inside of you, gripping tighter to your hips each time. @@.gold;Now thatâ€™s what I call a creampie...@@ [img[images/crpi1.jpg]] Finally, he slowly pulls out of you, throwing a wad of bills onto the bed in front of you. @@.blue;"$300, as agreed."@@<<set $cash += 300>> Still pretty out of it, you shift your eyes to take a look at the money. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Yeah... looks a-out right..."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Yeah... looks about right..."@@<<endif>> Unsteadily, you start to get to your feet, but @@.blue;Jim@@ gently places a hand on your back, stopping you. @@.blue;"Although... for twice that again, Iâ€™ve got something else in mind..."@@ Apparently, your performance was so good, heâ€™s convinced that youâ€™ll be worth the money for this next part. He does, however, warn you that it might get a bit... intense. @@.gold;As if what you just did wasnâ€™t intense enough already.@@ Asking him for more information doesnâ€™t yield much, but he does say that <<if $contraception3 is 1>>he wouldnâ€™t place too much faith into your birth control after this<<else>>there's no way he's going to be paying child support after this<<endif>>. [[Accept his offer?|Week 3, Day 3 - Devouring Jim - Creampie Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Or do you turn him down, and return home?|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]] @@.gold;I think Iâ€™ve had enough for today.@@<<endif>>

<<set $condomallergy = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 2>><<endif>>\ \ \ You think it over for a second, before nodding. @@.gold;"Iâ€™ll do it."@@ @@.blue;Jim@@ breaks out into a wide smile, @@.blue;"Brilliant! Now, you roll onto your back, let me just grab a couple of things."@@ Obeying him, you slowly roll over, your legs still dangling off the edge of the bed, as @@.gold;jizz@@ slowly starts to leak out of you. The first thing that @@.blue;Jim@@ brings over to you is one of the pillows from the bed, which he places under your arse, angling your crotch toward the ceiling and stopping any more @@.gold;cum@@ from escaping. @@.gold;I should remember that one...@@ Taking a small blister pack out of his pocket, he pops out two of the pills and quickly dry swallows them. At your questioning look, he only gestures to his rapidly hardening dick. @@.blue;"Keeps me hard, and keeps me cumming!"@@ @@.gold;Ooh, brilliant!@@ Practically wriggling in anticipation, you gasp as @@.blue;Jim@@ presses himself up against your sloppy, and still very sensitive, pussy. @@.blue;"Now then, letâ€™s see how much more your little cunt can take..."@@ Grabbing onto your hips again, he slides inside of you even more easily this time, and you realise something else. As youâ€™re facing him this time, you can see the look on his face â€“ almost predatory, and very @@.gold;dominating@@, although youâ€™re not really very hard to dominate. You really are nothing but a @@.gold;whore@@ to him, a life support system for your wet cunt. @@.gold;I was wrong... heâ€™s definitely done this before.@@ Looking further down, you almost immediately cum from what you see, as your stomach is bulging in time with @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s thrusts; it seems that your smaller stature is having more of an effect on your physiology though, as all you feel is increasing waves of pleasure from the increased stretching. Almost too soon, @@.blue;Jim@@ tenses up again, another forceful ejaculation finding itself deep inside your @@.gold;love tunnel@@, triggering your second orgasm of the night. Before you have time to come down from it though, @@.blue;Jim@@ quickly starts up again, still as hard as ever. @@.gold;OMG, those pills are amazing!@@ Without being asked this time, you start begging again, wanting nothing more than a fresh batch of jizz inside of you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-oooore, I neeeed it... ahn~... e--ty your -alls inside -e!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mo-ore, I neeeed it... ahn~... empty your balls into me!"@@<<endif>> @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s third load of cum quickly follows, along with another orgasm of yours, with which you show your earlier talent of squirting violently over his abs. Completely ignoring it, @@.blue;Jim@@ still doesnâ€™t let up, as he reaches into his pocket for a second time. Still dick-dumb, it takes you a second to see what heâ€™s holding up. [img[images/sperm_pendant.jpg]] @@.blue;"Iâ€™m going to put this on that choker of yours nowâ€¦ apparently itâ€™ll help you like this sort of thing even more."@@<<set $creampiePendant = 1>> Flashes of worry go through your mind, but youâ€™re having trouble focussing on why putting a pendant of a sperm cell on your magic collar might be a bad idea. As he leans forward over your body, @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s cock takes on a deeper angle inside of you as you cum once again, so you hardly notice the surprisingly loud *click* of the pendant attaching to your choker. A deep shiver runs through you, from your neck down to concentrate on your warm @@.gold;prick-holster@@, which explodes again in pleasure when @@.blue;Jim@@ fills you up for a fourth time, each time feeling even thicker and more potent than the last. [img[images/crpi2.jpg]] Finally, he withdraws from your battered slit, your upturned position still working to keep the mass of baby-batter dripping into your womb. @@.gold;Exactly as it should.@@ Fetching his wallet, @@.blue;Jim@@ retrieves six crisp $$100 bills, before shoving them crudely into your cum drenched hole, where they act as a makeshift (and very expensive) plug.<<set $cash += 600>> @@.blue;Jim@@ doesnâ€™t say anything more to you, leaving your womb to marinade in his @@.gold;nut-butter@@ as he quickly redresses himself and leaves. @@.gold;I hope I see him again...@@ Soon enough, you gather the energy (and motivation) to get up from the bed, where you surprisingly made very little mess. It seems that @@.blue;Jim@@ was very good at getting all of his cum where he wanted â€“ and the wad of bills stuck in your cunt was going to stay there until you got home to a shower. @@.gold;No point letting anything go to waste!@@ On the journey home, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>â€™s voice rings out in your head.\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>\ @@.red;"Dear lord, that was rough. Four loads in one evening, all by one client. Keep going like this and you're going to surpass me during my best days."@@ You blush, not sure whether out of embarrassment or shy pride. @@.red;"Quite daunting too, go on like you are and no birth control on the planet can save you from pregnancy." "Speaking of birth control, I'm sure you can't wait to hear what your new accessory does!"@@ Reaching up, you touch the silver pendant with one hand, as a shiver focuses on your crotch again, feeling a bit too good for your tastes. @@.red;"Oh, I hope you didn't think this gift was purely cosmetic. No, even though I doubt your clients will offer it, you should decline condoms from now on, for your own sake. The reaction to it... well, I suppose it's in the eye of the beholder, I'm sure you would revel in the feeling, after your performance tonight."@@ She chuckles characteristically and takes her leave, so to speak.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>\ @@.bunny;"Like, oh-em-gee,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, that was sooo hot! I canâ€™t believe youâ€™ve got 4 yummy loads of cum just sittinâ€™ inside of you right this second! Iâ€™m so jealous! Anyways, I just looove the new addition to your choker, Iâ€™m kinda surprised you went for it so eagerly!"@@ Reaching up, you touch the silver pendant with one hand, as a shiver focuses on your crotch again. @@.gold;Yep, Iâ€™m not even going to try and take this thing off.@@ @@.bunny;"Now, you probably wanna know what it does, and I thiiiink it stops you from using icky condoms. I mean, whoâ€™d even do that anyway? But ya, itâ€™s all bareback from now on! Anâ€™ if your coochie DOES work, then youâ€™re gonna be preggers in no time! Yay! Anyway, I gotta go anâ€™ do some boring stuff now. Buh-bye!"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>\ @@.orange;"Good to see you keep working hard, dear. I'm not surprised that you've so readily sold yourself, but to that extent... I must say I did not expect that. To think we spent so much time talking about birth control, if you keep going like this, you won't have to waste another thought on it."@@ She finishes the sentence with a throaty chuckle. @@.orange;"On that topic, your options are going to be limited from now on. I would strongly advise not letting your numerous customers put on condoms, if you should ever find somebody who wants to. That cute little pendant that you so greedily acquired will make sure the experience would be... a little too pleasant, even for you. But don't take my word for it, I won't complain if you're looking for empirical evidence. In fact, I expect and await it gleefully. See you then."@@<<endif>> More disastrous news. It's hard for you to feel anything about it really. As if the humiliation from the shape of this pendant wasn't enough, of course it has to magically force some sort of allergy to condoms onto you. [[You walk back home|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]], hoping you don't have to seriously contemplate pregnancy.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, or considering how you look at the moment in general. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Todd@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, an... honestly pathetic-looking guy greets you. His voice is somewhat squeaky and he sweats rather noticeably at your sight. @@.gold;Best to take it as a compliment.@@ He's really short too. Especially with your heels you tower over him, but even without them, damn. @@.blue;Todd@@ asks you to come in after a long, awkward pause, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. Fortunately, it only takes a minute or two for him to speak up in his weird voice. Immediately, @@.blue;Todd@@ is pretty forward, and asks you to show what you have... down below, seemingly unconvinced that you could honestly be a genetic male. @@.gold;A...nother compliment, you suppose?@@ Complying, you expose your crotch for him to see. He seems taken in by the sight of your <<if $transformationProgress is 0>>6 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>5.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>4.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>>4 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 5>>3.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 6>>3 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 7>>2.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 8>>2 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 9>>1.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 10>>1 inch oversized clitoris<<endif>>, hardly able to believe his luck. Enchanted, he suddenly kneels before you and surprises you by starting to [[lick it.|Week 3, Day 3 - Sexing Todd - Shemale Lover]]

Wow, this guy has some experience, you can tell. You've had quite a few sexual encounters with various ladies, most of all <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, and you have to say, his tongue is definitely among the better ones. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't intend this to be how the evening ends though. After a few minutes of ministration, he grabs your legs and flaps you on your back, unresisting. @@.blue;Todd@@ disconnects from your @@.gold;guyclit@@ with a pop and enters you quite roughly through your rear immediately. He's already gotten hard just from blowing you. @@.gold;If you're not careful, you're going to get outslutted here.@@ It's not exactly big, but you're worked up enough already that it should do the job for you. Beginning to thrust, @@.blue;Todd@@ is fucking you, and while it's pleasant, you have to put in some acting to really convince him. At first he was standing, but starts leaning onto you now, trying to kiss you. Quickly, he realises that he's physically too short for that, and thus opts to suck on your teats instead. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>@@.gold;Oof, you don't mind, that feels <em>great</em>!@@ It gets you seriously worked up.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> As time goes on, the pleasure progressively becomes more and more real, and less of an act. Regardless, when @@.blue;Todd@@ suddenly speeds up, it's much too early, and while you felt really damn good up until now, the dwindling orgasm makes you quite frustrated.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> Even the hot seed invading your ass isn't quite enough to get you off. Well, you should have known life as a prostitute isn't <em>that</em> cozy. Or cozy in any way, now that you think about it. This is far from your worst problem though, so sulking over it is pointless. Maybe you'll just finish the job yourself when you're back home. Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel something [[enter your ass again.|Week 3, Day 3 - Todd Wants You - Shemale Lover]]

What the hell? The deal clearly said <em>once</em>, not as often as he likes. You push @@.blue;Todd@@ off with your legs, and tell him exactly that, sitting up on the bed. @@.gold;"Hey, stop that, you only paid for o--ackk"@@, your voice is cut off by the short guy jumping on the bed and trying, and succeeding, to enter your mouth for a second round. As a result, you're coughing a little, which in turn helps to push him off you another time. <<if $submissiveness gte 4>><<if $obedience lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<elseif $obedience is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ However, your efforts turn out to be futile. @@.blue;Todd@@ speedily moves behind you now and wraps his right arm around your waist, preventing you from getting up. How is his right arm so strong, fuck, you can't get out! He proceeds to pull you into his lap and this time enters you for good. Testing his strength meekly one more time, you surrender to the situation at hand. You simply cannot escape his grasp. Might as well make the best of it. Hesitantly, you get yourself back into the rhythm, bobbing up and down on his thighs. Now that @@.blue;Todd@@ showed you how strong he is, it feels like... kind of like you're melting inside. Like you're swooning over how he's holding you right now. @@.gold;Using@@ you as he pleases. That thought shoots you over the edge, some small strings of cum drooping down your dick @@.gold;cutely@@. This is far from done however. @@.blue;Todd@@ barely reacts to your scream of pleasure, although you think you could see a fleeting grin on his face. So he continues @@.gold;abusing your body like the cocksleeve you are@@ for hours, barely giving you a rest. Finally though, he's injected you with his final load of cum, filling you pretty much to the brim, before falling asleep out of exhaustion. You could use a little rest too, but don't take too much time to clear your head. Fortunately, you've got your wits about you pretty quickly, so you check your holes to avoid leaking all over your clothes, which you put on afterwards. There's just one more risk you need to take before leaving. The money. Good for you that @@.blue;Todd@@ actually threw his pants on the floor at some point during the evening. Moving closer, you pick through every pocket of the jeans, until you finally strike gold. Sifting through the wallet, you find $$400 in cash! He probably brought it as a backup strategy for when his rape plans wouldn't work. @@.gold;You're glad they did, though...@@ Just to fuck with him for putting you through this, you throw some of the cards out of the window and put the wallet back into his pants, maybe he won't even notice right away.<<set $cash += 400>> Looks like you have everything taken care off. Not wanting to risk waking that @@.gold;lovely@@ guy up, [[you head home.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]\ \ <<else>><<set $quiz3 = 1>>However, that doesn't help you much. @@.blue;Todd@@ quickly moves to your back and wraps his right arm around your waist. Damn, how is his right arm so strong? You're absolutely unable to escape his grasp by sheer force, you keep pulling but he doesn't budge an inch. Just as he's pulling you onto his lap, your struggling earns you a lucky hit, your elbow connecting right with his chin, knocking him backwards. <strong>Yes</strong>, this is your chance! You make a run for it and on the way out, grab the money @@.blue;Todd@@ left on the table near the entrance. Sucks that you got undressed at one point during the evening, because you sure didn't have time to get dressed in such an elaborate outfit while fleeing. So here you are, standing naked in a corner of the lobby, heaving and exhausted, counting the money you snatched. @@.gold;"ONE-HUNDRED DOLLARS?!"@@, you nearly blurt out. The agreed upon amount was $$300. This bastard planned not only tried to rape you, but also to rip you off. Which leaves you with the next problem.<<set $cash += 100>> Getting home. Naked. This is going to be great. The silver lining here is probably that it's late enough for the streets to be fairly empty, and your apartment being close enough to the hotel. Regardless, you get a fair amount of cars passing you by and honking, despite you hurrying up to get back home. Taking a bus would probably have been faster, but you definitely weren't comfortable riding it naked. Receiving so much male attention for your @@.gold;sexy@@ body has left you @@.gold;quite flushed@@.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> When you set foot into your apartment, the realisation that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> only gave you the one outfit immediately dawns on you. You can't go naked for the whole remainder of the week... before you can even consider possible solutions, a voice appears in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Looking good,"@@ it sneers.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Sexy bitch! *teehee*,"@@ it celebrates.<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Interesting style choice,"@@ it mocks you.<<endif>> Of course, her. This can only go wrong. \ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Don't worry, I saw what happened and already had your wardrobe re-stocked with the same piece you chose. Wouldn't want you deprived of your dress of choice. You'll just owe me a little favour<<if $quizLost is 1 or $quizLost2 is 1>>, but you know how that feels already<<endif>>,"@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ announces.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I saw totally everything and super quickly snuck into your mansion to put the same clothes into your wardrobe again. You loved them so much, I didn't want to disappoint you! But now you owe me, like, tons. You'll have a chance to get even soon, don't worry,"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ announces cheerfully.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"No need to be afraid, I saw your little predicament and acted accordingly. Your wardrobe has been restocked with the outfit of your choice. Don't rack your brain over how you're going to repay this debt, I'll come up with something soon,"@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@ delights in telling you.<<endif>> Fantastic. Can't wait to see how that plays out. Anyway, you've [[arrived home|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]] after quite a shitty day.<<endif>>

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Dominic@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a buff guy greets you. Well, more or less. Before shooting you a single short glance, he just tells you to come in curtly. Your legs are shaking slightly, your panties damp already. @@.gold;You could easily imagine to fall asleep in those arms...@@ You shyly make your way in, set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting anxiously for him to make his intentions known. He does so rather quickly, eyeing you all over. @@.blue;"Yeah, you'll do nicely"@@, he declares, making you @@.gold;blush@@. @@.blue;"Kneel."@@ This time, it's a forceful command. You hesitate for a second, taken aback by the sudden order. A moment later, he takes a step closer to you and glares at you sternly, reinforcing his command. @@.gold;Naturally@@, [[you obey.|Week 3, Day 3 - Sexing Dominic - Dominant Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ @@.blue;"Present yourself"@@, he demands next. You catch on to what he means. Fiddling with your clothes, you free up access to your crotch, trying your best to stay on your knees, and lean backwards once you're done. <<if $penis is 1>>Spotting your @@.gold;cute@@ dick, he asks: @@.blue;"You one of those Thai Ladyboys, huh?"@@ That statement catches you off-guard. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"N-no, I- not!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"N-no, I'm not!"@@<<endif>>, you nervously blurt out in a rush, and you're glad that's all that comes out of your mouth. Because in your head, the next words were: @@.gold;"I'm Japanese!"@@ These fucking chokers are chipping away at the last vestiges of your identity and it only gets worse the more flustered you feel. @@.blue;"Sure you're not"@@, @@.blue;Dominic@@ seemingly agrees with your protest. You still glare at him defiantly. @@.blue;"Tell you what, I heard you Orientals are phenomenal cocksuckers."@@ Again, you want to protest pretty much that entire sentence, but he waves you off, and you just meekly quiet down. @@.blue;"So you get over here and suck me off. If you're bad at it, I'll believe every word you say"@@, he pauses a moment, @@.blue;"but if you're good, that tells me you're nothing more than@@ @@.gold;a devious, cock-crazed whore@@@@.blue;, just like I thought"@@, he grins. Hmm, @@.gold;you can't find anything wrong with that logic, sounds fair.@@ You scoot closer to him and look up. @@.blue;Dom@@ still has a grin on his face and nods down at you. So you comply and start rubbing his crotch while you undo his belt and pants. @@.gold;Thai ladyboy, you can't believe it...@@ @@.blue;"Woah, never had a chick so enthusiastic she started trying to get me off before even undoing my pants. Off to a good start, sweetcheeks"@@, he compliments you from above. Before you can help yourself, you dreamily stare into his eyes and smile, but suppress it quickly. You have a point to prove here, concentrate! So you go back to rubbing his crotch and undressing him. Just because he pointed it out doesn't mean you'll change your behaviour, you make your own choices. @@.gold;You go girl!@@ Finally, you made it. @@.blue;Dom@@'s cock flops out of his pants and in front of your face. It's not huge, neither the biggest one you've seen so far, but definitely a respectable size, above average.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so -ig!"@@<<else>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so big!"@@<<endif>>, it escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself. Nervous, you look up to gauge his reaction, and you can see the same confident smile raining down on you. You're not doing much to disprove his theory so far and he seems to know it. @@.gold;Who cares, get to work sweetie!@@ Good idea. Continuing your stroking, you simultaneously take @@.blue;Dom@@ into your mouth and get to sucking. He's big enough that you're going to need your hands to help you for the most part, and he seems to appreciate it enough. Actually, he's up for a reward, he's complimented you again and again tonight. So you move your hands from his rod to his balls, and start massaging them gently. In addition, you look up into his eyes right before shoving yourself further down his cock slowly, producing a gurgling, gagging sound until your lips touch his pelvis. Looking up helps you take the dick all the way into your throat, and enables you to see @@.blue;Dom@@ looking up in reaction to your ministrations too, moaning loudly. @@.gold;Oh my, he's loving it, I must be doing a great job.@@ Is that really what you want? It must be, why else would you be doing it... Confirming this sentiment, @@.blue;Dom@@ starts resting his right hand gently on the back of your head, making you feel @@.gold;warm and fuzzy@@, even more than the exciting, enticing bobbing of your head already does. And just as you thought you couldn't love this more, the hand laying on your head tenses up and pushes you enough for your nose to make contact with his pelvis once again, easily. A familiar twitch. Then the flood gates are opened and waves of white cream are pumped straight into your stomach, only adding to all the warm feelings right now. What are these feelings? It's not just sexual pleasure, you're feeling safe and sheltered in @@.blue;Dominic@@'s presence, you have a hard time imagining yourself leaving. But for now, it's much more pleasant to bathe in the pure pleasure of the situation, and your lover seems to follow that path as well. You both sit down in front of the bed, leaning against it, both utterly satisfied. @@.blue;"Shit, girl"@@, @@.blue;Dom@@ blurts out after a good minute of catching his breath. @@.blue;"I said you look like a good cocksucker, but you're a motherfucking champion!"@@ You blush and ejaculate furiously on your thighs upon having your dicksucking skills complimented. This seems to happen to you a lot, maybe it's time to take @@.gold;pride@@ in your whoring ability. He reminds you of the 'agreement' you two made before you got started. @@.blue;"Guess you have some skills not even you were aware of. Seems like I was right."@@ Is he, though? [[Maybe he is?|Week 3, Day 3 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover][$thaiName = 1, $firstname = "Kamlai"]] You certainly <em>feel</em> Thai, now that he reminds you... [[No, he's being crazy.|Week 3, Day 3 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover]] Thai Ladyboy? What a douchebag. <hr> <strong>Out-of-Character, spoiler(ish) warning:</strong> If you answer this in the affirmative, it <em>will</em> lock you out of some choices later! If you are unsure whether you want to take that risk, <strong>save</strong> the game here.\ \ <<else>>He inspects your @@.gold;beautiful@@ cleft with a testing glance. @@.blue;"You're a pretty cute girl"@@, he compliments you. Your cheeks redden noticeably. @@.blue;"How come a girl that pretty goes into a racket like this one?"@@ How much you wish you had an answer to that question. Since telling him is hardly an option, you just furrow your eyebrows adorably and shrug subtly. @@.blue;"Well, I certainly won't complain to have you here, gorgeous."@@ Oh please just stop. It's almost belittling now, @@.gold;and that's exactly what's starting to get you wet@@. @@.blue;Dominic@@ throws you two scrunchies. Or hair ties, or whatever you call them. You pick them up and shoot him a questioning glance. @@.blue;"Get prepared. Pigtails. One to the left, one to the right, I'm sure you know the drill."@@ Actually, you don't, but it is a pretty cute look for a girl, so @@.gold;you can't wait@@--it makes sense. You take care parting your hair and grabbing the most of one side, threading it through one of the scrunchies. Then take the rest of it and fasten it with the other one. That was way easier than you imagined, which is creeping you out. Turning your head, you lock eyes with your reflection in a nearby mirror. The sight turns your unease into a shiver of arousal. @@.blue;"Great, you can follow orders too. We're going to get along just fine, I think"@@, you heard from behind you, @@.blue;"but if you want to make sure, how about you move your mouth a little closer to me?"@@ Wow, subtle. Still, this is what he's paying for, and this is what he'll get. You scoot closer to him and look up. @@.blue;Dom@@ has a grin on his face and nods down at you. So you comply and start rubbing his crotch while you undo his belt and pants. @@.blue;"Woah, never had a chick so enthusiastic she started trying to get me off before even undoing my pants. Off to a good start, sweetcheeks"@@, he compliments you from above. Before you can help yourself, you dreamily stare into his eyes and smile, but suppress it quickly. Snap out of it! This is your job, why are you feeling like this? Okay, concentrate on the job at hand. You continue to fumble the zipper and belt on @@.blue;Dominic@@'s pants until you're finally face-to-face with his dick flopping against your forehead, causing you to @@.gold;giggle@@. It's not the biggest one you've seen so far, but above average for sure. Certainly bigger than any dick size you used to sport before.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so -ig!"@@<<else>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so big!"@@<<endif>>, it escapes your mouth. Obviously, @@.blue;Dom@@ likes to hear that, smiles at you confidently and you think it's time to start putting some real work in. With a dick that big in front of you, just your mouth might not suffice though, especially with your choker not helping train <em>these</em> skills at the moment. So your hands will have to help out, jerking the base, while your lips are sealing tightly around the shaft, bobbing up and down. You're getting good at this! However, @@.blue;Dom@@ seems to think you could be doing better. You feel hands grabbing your pigtails, holding them tightly. In reaction, you peer up at him with a confused look on your face, yet not ceasing to pleasure his cock. He breathes in deeply and smiles back at you. @@.gold;Looks like he really likes eye contact during a blowjob, good to know.@@ But it's more than that, as he makes clear a moment later. @@.blue;Dom@@ suddenly uses his grip on your hair to thrust you down his dick, your lips pushing your hands off his shaft. Having taken you by surprise, you cough and sputter a little around his cock, and he lets you off to catch your breath a second. Literally only a second though, before you are impaled on the hard rod once again, all the way down. @@.blue;"Always keep two scrunchies with me when I know I'll have a wild night. Those@@ @@.gold;fuckhandles@@ @@.blue;of yours are both sexy and useful, aren't they?"@@ @@.gold;Sure are... You're learning a lot today.@@ And you're going to learn what @@.blue;Dom@@'s seed tastes like, because he's pulling you so far down that your nose is touching his pelvis again, his cock twitching the moment it enters your throat for good. Good is exactly how you feel, and drunkenly looking at @@.blue;Dom@@ tells you he had a wonderful time too. Actually, he tells you so quite literally too. @@.blue;"Damn girl, you looked like a terrific cocksucker, but I had no idea!"@@, he praises your skills, which you take @@.gold;great pride@@ in. It's not time to relax just yet though, [[there's still some work to be done.|Week 3, Day 3 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover]] He doesn't pay you that much money for one single blowjob.<<endif>>

<<if $thaiName is 1>>Yeah, sure, of course you're Thai, right? Your beautiful tan skin and slanted eyes seem to indicate exactly that. If only you could get your skin closer to a porcelain white, like all the women in cosmetics ads back home. At least the locals seem to like a tan, but you find yourself criticising it on occasion, and trying to avoid catching too much sun in the summer. <<endif>><<if $penis is 1>>Still, you've got work left to do. But it's not up to you. Again, @@.blue;Dom@@ insists on being in charge, @@.gold;just like you want it@@.<<else>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>Just like he did for the rest of the evening, @@.blue;Dominic@@ is eager to take the reins.<<endif>> He surprises you by unveiling he brought a crazy arrange of bondage equipment along, and you've got a feeling he's not waiting for you to restrain him. Turns out, your intuition was correct. The is going to be a long evening. First, he straps you into something that [[binds your arms|armbinder - Day 3]] behind your back. It's a weird sort of restraint, but the leather feels pretty @@.gold;sexy@@ against your skin. Easily being able to handle you from behind, your <<if $penis is 1>>rear<<else>>pussy<<endif>> is next to @@.gold;serve its purpose@@. Your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<else>>slit<<endif>> is being used and abused, with @@.blue;Dom@@ exploiting the leverage he has over you by always having your arms under control. It's not really necessary though, you're quite content with your @@.gold;role@@. By the time he's finished with you from behind, and looking forward to use the next piece of equipment, you're pretty out of it already. This is exhausting, and you're giving him @@.gold;your all@@. He fastens something around your mouth and the back of your head. When it's secured, he forces your lips apart, and your teeth on a round piece of metal. By the time he's finished, you sluggishly realise you can no longer bite down or close your mouth, causing you to drool uncontrollably. <center>[img[images/ringgag.jpg]]</center> @@.blue;Dom@@ moves to make use of this next compromising situation. Even if you wanted to, resisting would be impossible. @@.gold;Good thing you're loving it then.@@ Since your lips are immobile, your throat is seeing a lot more use than the first time, not that you mind. In your current dazed state, your gag reflex is out of the picture anyway, making this whole act easier, in fact. Your throat is massaging the rod pistoning in and out of it, forming a tight seal around it. Through your training with your cumslut choker and your almost drugged state of dizziness, you have an easy time getting the best out of @@.blue;Dom@@. @@.gold;His seed.@@ Eventually he starts to get tired and shoots another respectable load into your stomach, just about when your throat is so numb you can barely swallow your saliva even after getting rid of the ring gag. @@.gold;With how much cum you've got in your belly, who needs spit anyway?@@ <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $throatclit is 1>>By now, you can hardly feel any sensation in your throat that you would expect, even after you were modified during your tryst with Jonathan. What you do feel however, that the pleasure from before is not willing to leave you alone, and wears you down even further.<<set $submissiveness = 2>><<endif>> Seems like that's it for the night. When it comes to the money, @@.blue;Dominic@@ turns out to be a stand-up guy. The deal was $$300, but he actually gives you a whopping $$600 cash!<<set $cash += 600>> @@.blue;"Never had a girl as good as you, and I like to reward that. I sincerely hope you stick with this whoring thing, I'd hate for this to be farewell."@@ Even after having come down off your @@.gold;cock trance@@ you feel deeply flattered. You give him a grateful, adorable peck on the cheek, [[before taking your leave with a heavy heart.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]] He took such great care of you, it's tough to imagine you might never see him again.

<center>[img[images/armbinder.jpg]]</center> <<back>>

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Takahiro@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a young Japanese guy greets you. Eye contact however, seems to be an issue for him. He's looking to the floor, blushing. @@.gold;Off to a good start, he's putty in your hands.@@ @@.blue;Takahiro@@ quietly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. After a few awkward glances and some fidgeting, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ leaves to fetch something, and comes back with some costumes. The set he's carrying is pretty much comprised of your standard fetishised outfits. School uniform, nurse, policewoman... He shoots you a quick questioning glance, as if unsure whether you're up to this at all. But mostly you think he wants you to pick one outfit. You take the nurse costume and get dressed in front of him, giving him a bit of a show. Suddenly, looking at you isn't so difficult for him anymore. <center>[img[images/nurse.jpg]]</center> [[It's a tight fit|Week 3, Day 3 - Sexing Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]], the agency must've given him your measurements or something.

<<set $cosplaystages = 1>>@@.blue;Takahiro@@ looks so adorable, squirming at your sight. @@.gold;Not as cute as you though!@@ His discomfort obvious, you try to ease him into it and more importantly, attempt to get into the role. Not like you have a lot of experience playing a sexy nurse. @@.gold;It's up to you to change that, honey!@@ @@.gold;"How are we feeling today?"@@, you start off simple, moving towards him, your hands clasped together in front of you. @@.blue;"G-good"@@, is the even simpler answer. You smile warmly at him. @@.gold;"That's great"@@, you come even closer and slightly push him, to sit on the bed. @@.gold;"Why not just have a seat, and we'll see if we can't make you feel even better though. Examination comes first. Let's get your pants off for that."@@ That's exactly how you continue, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants while he sits on the front edge of the mattress. He sure appreciates you bending over right in front of him, your @@.gold;tits@@ pushed up almost into his face. His pants soon go flying into a corner of the room. @@.gold;"That's better! Now let's get a good look"@@, you tease him while dropping to your knees. @@.gold;You're a natural, you're getting into this quite easily.@@ @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s dick invades your mouth just as simply. With practiced ease, you pull out every stop to fellate him perfectly, your tongue swirling around his length at lightning speeds, your eyes fixed on @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s, and a barely noticeable smile on your spread lips. You don't want to finish him with a blowjob though<<if $throatclit is 1>>, even when it feels so right<<endif>>, he deserves a little better. Ejecting his dick from your mouth, you smile up at him, pull your corset down a bit, and envelop his rod with your tits. @@.gold;"Feel better yet?"@@, you ask him. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ doesn't manage more than exclamations of pleasure, making you @@.gold;giggle@@. You grab your jugs and press them together. Briefly, you think about how nice and soft they must feel for <em>him</em>, almost jealous. But those thoughts are gone as quickly as the sperm shooting from his testicles into his dick, and from there on your chin and all over your face.<<if $lactation is 1>> Simultaneously, your tits have warmed up enough to slosh with liquid. Liquid that wants to go somewhere, and that it does. Your milk shoots through the room, quite a few drops hitting @@.blue;Takahiro@@ himself, to his amazement.<<endif>> The hot strings of cum adorning you have you heating up in all kinds of places, your face least of all. <<set $submissiveness += 3>><<if $throatclit is 1>>The newfound sensitivity of your throat doesn't help either.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> @@.blue;Takahiro@@ seems to have enjoyed it immensely, and why wouldn't he? After calming down a bit, he fetches his wallet unasked, and hands you <<if $lactation is 0>>$$200<<set $cash += 200>><<elseif $lactation is 1>>$$200, plus a $$100 tip for that milking action<<set $cash += 300>><<endif>>. However, he says he has another costume, and could go for a more... direct approach. He glances down<<if $penis is 1>>, and you get that he means to hint at your rear<<elseif $penis is 0>> at your pussy<<endif>>. There'd be another $$100 in it for you, he announces. Do you... [[...take the offer?|Week 3, Day 3 - Super Sexing Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[...refuse the offer?|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $cosplaystages = 2>><center>[img[images/psylocke.jpg]] [img[images/psylocke2.jpg]]</center> Oh my, now that's taking it to another level. You're not sure who this character is, however you <em>are</em> sure you'd be covered in semen at any nerd-filled convention you'd hit in this outfit. Actually, the 'covered in semen' part is still quite likely to happen. Taking the costume and holding it up to your body, you can tell it will be a tight fit, but that looks like an intentional design philosophy. Once you manage to press yourself inside it, you're quite certain that the agency had something to do with this costume, or maybe even <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> herself. No other way that this thing fits you like it was moulded over your body. Hands grabbing your breasts from behind quickly take you out of your thoughts and a moan escapes your lips. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ is clearly getting more confident, and you're @@.gold;loving@@ it. Or perhaps you just look too @@.gold;hot@@ for him to control himself. Either way, you feel exactly the same, and can't wait to get off after working yourself up quite nicely during the nurse roleplay. You push yourself into @@.blue;Takahiro@@, his rock-hard dick slipping up and down between your ass-cheeks. <<if $penis is 1>>His pre-cum will make for nice lube<<if $asslube is 1>>, not that you need any help with that nowadays<<endif>>.<<endif>> Just as unexpectedly as the mammal molestation, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ suddenly puts his forearm across your shoulder blades and pushes you down forcefully, landing face first, bent over the bed. <<if $penis is 1>>You squeak in surprise and your sphincter clenches in arousal<<elseif $penis is 0>>You squeak in surprise and feel your snatch lubricating in arousal<<endif>>. @@.gold;Unable to resist a strong man's wishes@@, you feel the part of the costume covering your genitals being pushed to the side, and you elect to help. You take the fabric out of @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s hands so he can focus on @@.gold;controlling you@@. He rests his erection on your entrance, and one hand on your back, affectionately rubbing and patting you. Finally, he enters, and you reward him with a loud, but breathy sigh. It seems he interpreted your moan @@.gold;correctly@@, and makes a show of ploughing you thoroughly. Constantly rising, the volume of your moans echoes in the sparse hotel room, with @@.blue;Takahiro@@ kneading the flesh of your ass every now and then, much to your pleasure. Sooner than you expected, you orgasm, <<if $penis is 1>>shooting sperm all over the bed<<elseif $penis is 0>>your moans peaking in intensity as you do<<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>, and @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s seed is soon unloaded into you. Clearly he enjoyed it as much as you did, both of you coming off an incredible orgasm. You're happy you could blow off some steam, you definitely would've been pressed for sex if you had gone home before really giving your client a show. However, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ found some confidence in the end... and maybe a bit too much for you. <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> He definitely seems grateful for the night you spent with him, and hands you your well-earned $100.<<set $cash += 100>> @@.blue;"Arigato"@@, he says with a smile, and most surprisingly, eye contact. Maybe you really helped him with his self-esteem here, although it'll probably be nothing more than a temporary boost. @@.gold;It isn't temporary if you keep fucking him, you know...@@ Anyway, you're not a therapist, and are just happy that you made good money tonight. You thank him as well and <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[return home.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]<<else>>return home. At least you plan to, before he speaks up again and speaks to your utmost desires.<<endif>> Actually, there is one last proposal @@.blue;Takahiro@@ has in mind. This one would pay... another five-hundred bucks?! He says he likes you, so as a warning, he wants you to be prepared for something quite extraordinary... how ominous. And apparently he's not willing to be any clearer; this is all the information you get. [[Take his mysterious offer?|Week 3, Day 3 - Oh My Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]]

<<set $cosplaystages = 3>><<set $superheroFetish = 1>><<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<if $superheroClothing is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">><<endif>>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> You can't tell where this character originated from, but you can't imagine it in any sort of freely available comic book. Probably straight out of porn. @@.gold;And it looks real natural on you!@@ You're grateful the windows are closed, or you'd freeze your <<if $penis is 1>>balls<<elseif $penis is 0>>umm... labia (?)<<endif>> off. Honouring @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s wishes though, you start putting it on, once again surprised at the tight, precise fit to your proportions. First the panties, then the thigh-highs. The heels, the "tube top" and the tiny jacket, and finally, the cute hairband. Once dressed, you're getting quite excited by your sight, which means the costume is working as intended. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ steps closer though, holding a small piece of fabric. A choker... He realises that you're already wearing one, and seemingly understands -- or recalls? -- that this part of your wardrobe does not come off. He proceeds to fiddle with the thing a bit, before he presents you with just the red pendant that was attached to it. Not bothering to wait for your approval, he attaches it to your @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@ choker, but you raise your chin to give him easier access, not seeing why you shouldn't. As the *click* of the pendant seems to reverberate through the room despite its small size, an indescribable shiver runs through your body. <center>[img[images/TsubomiChoker.png]]</center> In response, you touch it with concern. You look so pretty in the costume... But that wasn't just a cold shiver, was it? @@.blue;"I don't think that will come off"@@, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ chimes in. You can't think of anything to do but gasp at this announcement and look stumped, with your mouth hanging open, speechless. Apparently, that's all the invitation that your partner needs, because he grapples you to the ground and enters your mouth right away. Quickly, you find you're getting into a rhythm after so much activity in one evening. Deepthroating @@.blue;Takahiro@@ comes so naturally now, it's barely more challenging than taking a breath. Quite enthusiastic to get him off -- after all, consider how much he's willing to pay for you -- you start out with quite a speed and thrust to your sucking. But you're stopped midway through. As much as you can tell @@.blue;Takahiro@@ enjoyed it, he understandably expects more than a BJ for this kind of money. Once again, <<if $penis is 1>>your sphincter<<elseif $penis is 0>>your pussy<<endif>> has to pay the price. @@.gold;Oh come on, you know you'll love it@@. At the very least your body seems to think so, since you're already on auto-pilot, bumping up and down your client's rod, bent over the bed, your @@.gold;massive@@ ass slapping loudly and lewdly against his hips with every thrust. Even @@.blue;Takahiro@@ is starting to breathe heavily and emit some audible grunts. Poor fellow probably isn't used to this kind of workload. You figure he'll live. You feel very much alive as well. Never would you have imagined you would have as many orgasms as you did in one single evening. <<if $penis is 1>>Your equipment might still be male, but you truly fuck like a @@.gold;whore@@.<<elseif $penis is 0>>Going for a real pussy has paid off tenfold already, you can't imagine yourself ever stopping, you @@.gold;whore@@.<<endif>> Sadly, the reality of things is that you have to, or at least @@.blue;Takahiro@@ has to. Knowing the choker, you probably <em>could</em> go on forever. @@.gold;What an excellent idea!@@ But eventually, you feel the familiar hot rush of seed invading your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>slit<<endif>> and your lover topples over onto your back, the both of you just awkwardly half-lying on the bed. You're okay with that though, a little bit of rest would do wonders even for you. <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> Even with an amount this high, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ willingly pays up before you could even relax some more.<<set $cash += 500>> Interesting to see how much cash he brought. And how many outfits... The costume! You almost forgot, you need to return it. Take it off... That thought is utterly repulsive to you, you find yourself unable to take off even one of the gloves. Your flinching doesn't go unnoticed, and @@.blue;Takahiro@@ allows you to keep it. @@.gold;How nice of him, this is even more exciting than the other clothes!@@ You thank him kindly for the wonderful evening and take your leave, walking back home in your lovely new attire. As you do, a voice manifests in your head. Who else could it be but <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Hey girl! Wow, what a show that was tonight, unbelievable"@@, she @@.gold;praises@@ you. @@.red;"But what I find even more unbelievable is that you would let a client of my choice put more jewelry on your neck."@@ More jewelry? What is she talking about? Your hand shoots toward your neck. The pendant! Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.red;"Yep, the company was asking whether I could be bothered to help them test something new they had in the works. Gotta pay the bills, you know? Apparently, this newest experiment is aimed to infuse specific fetishes into little additions to chokers, like the pendant your wearing. This particular piece of art is related to the most recent entry in your wardrobe. Have fun trying to get out of that thing, because if the pendant's working right, you won't want to take it off for any but two reasons: waste disposal and semen intake. Even then it only really affects your panties. It just has a certain special quality, having sex half-dressed. But who am I telling that?"@@ You can practically see the wide grin on her face. @@.red;"Of course we can't expect you to wear that until the end of days. Thirty minutes in and it'd probably be coated in semen, sweat and saliva, knowing you. So we'll get you enough of these to have at least one ready to go at all times. Sound good? I bet it does... Have to run, busy day. Enjoy!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hey@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! So you really totally went for it, huh?"@@ You're not quite sure what she's getting at. @@.bunny;"I mean, I know you were super into slutting around, but putting that on your neck after being all fussy about that kind of stuff..."@@ What is she... the pendant! Much like earlier, your hand shoots up at your neck, as if uncertain whether the jewel could've disappeared somehow. Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.bunny;"It's some new sparkly thing. I don't really get it, but the nice lady said, it's really useful to, like, switch things out and stuff. Anyway, they aren't totally sure if it works, but if it does, you'll fall in love with your outfit forever! You're only ever gonna take it off for peeing and stuff, or for fun time *giggle*"@@ @@.bunny;"Of course you can't wear one outfit every day. Clothes are the best part of being a girl! So I got you some outfits to change into if ya wanna wash this one. That's pretty much all, I guess. Keep going@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you're being so slutty, I'm sure we'll be spending loooooooots more time together! See yaaa!"@@, and that's it.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good to see you again, dear. I must say I am a bit surprised to find out you so readily accept new jewelry after all we've been through."@@ What? What's she on about? The pendant, right! Your hand shoots up at your neck, as if to check whether it's still there. Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.orange;"Oh yes, simply marvelous. I can't believe how this works every time. Regardless, you've already identified the reason for my little call. That pendant is not mere eye candy, as you seem to have figured out by now. The company was eager to get me to test it, so I thought, if you're going to make it this easy, why not? Looks like they want to make these fetishes easy to extend and swap."@@ Fetishes? @@.orange;"Like your new outfit?"@@ @@.gold;Hmmmmmm, <strong>yes</strong>!@@ @@.orange;"I hope you do, because you're not getting out of it. Well, obviously you can still take care of removing waste -- and perhaps attend to some other matters -- but you won't get out of that outfit otherwise."@@ She's right. You can feel it. The outfit becoming @@.gold;a part of you@@. You can't imagine ever taking it off again. @@.orange;"Of course, for practical reason, it wouldn't be sensible leaving you with only one of these, especially with your track record of seduction. So we've got your wardrobe stocked for almost any contingency, you'll enjoy being stuck in ridiculous clothes like these for the rest of your life. Oh, time flies, I've got other matters to attend to."@@ You could swear you hear her stomach growling at the end of that sentence. @@.orange;"As always, it was a real pleasure. Take care."@@ And with that, she's gone.<<endif>> Wow, the next thing you got yourself into. An apparently permanent fetish to extravagant, fetishised superhero costumes. It's true, you can feel it. The very idea to take off the outfit is absolutely repulsive to you. @@.gold;"At least you won't risk racking your brain over what to wear in the morning"@@, you joke to yourself, at this point you don't know how else to react to this kind of news. So it's probably best to just [[go home|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]] and forget about it.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the shoot you go. @@.red;Bonnie@@ already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet the producer directly at the shooting site. She said he'll take it from there. So you make your way to the site and are immediately greeted by the person who seems to be running the show. He talks to you in quite broken English, but it's adorable and you can understand him fine. It appears he takes great care to see that your every wish is being considered. You don't exactly trust that to be without its limits, but it relieves you greatly regardless. The prospect of shooting porn is unsettling, to put it lightly. At least somebody seems to be looking out for you. [[Some time passes as he explains what the film is supposed to be about.|Week 3, Day 3 - JAV Shoot]] It sounds fairly standard and not at all outrageous, like you expected.

After hearing lots of explanations, meeting the cast and the crew, things are finally moving on to the shoot itself. Your initial apprehension has been relieved by how down-to-earth and understanding everybody at the set has been. Then again, you didn't have to do anything yet, so it may be a bit early to judge. So here you go. You join the actor in the scene, a simple vanilla piece on a bed, as an introduction. He even wears a condom!<<if $penis is 0>> After @@.red;Bonnie@@ told you never to expect clients to wear one, you're especially surprised to see one here.<<endif>> They really do take good care of their actresses. <<if $condomallergy is 1>><<set $condomJav = 1>>A condom though... oh no, this could turn out to be a problem. Right when the shooting's about to start, you turn to the director to voice your concerns; the producer you initially met is lost in the crowd of employees surrounding you, it's not even clear whether he attends the filming at all. Apparently, the director does not speak too much English. All you get as a response is, @@.blue;"Don't worry, don't worry."@@ Easier said than done. But you try to heed his advice, you wouldn't want to cause a scene when everybody's been so nice. Your acting partner is looking at you and nods questioningly with a smile on his lips, asking whether you're ready. You nod back hesitantly, prepared to take what's coming. An allergy to condoms... what would you expect from that? Some swelling, some soreness? It's clear @@.red;Bonnie@@ doesn't want you to <em>die</em>, so you doubt it will be physically harmful. And she mentioned that somebody like you could enjoy the effects, whatever that's supposed to mean. It looks like you have a couple more minutes to ponder that, because while the guy starts moving in, it's mostly a make-out session and some foreplay at first. There's no way the actual repercussions are going to be worse than their anticipation, the stalling is killing you. At that moment though, the actor breaks your embrace, lays you down on the bed and kneels above you. He makes a grand scene of entering you, resting his dick just on the entrance of your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<else>>pucker<<endif>> for a few seconds before slowly, gradually gliding in, helped by the lubricant on the condom. For now, you're a little relieved, because nothing unexpected happens, nothing extreme. No explosions, no heart attacks. Your groin does heat up a little, but not to an unusual degree. Definitely unusual is the fact that it doesn't stop heating up though. When you think that your groin can't get any hotter, the sensation just starts to spread throughout your body, clearly serving to make you horny. Meanwhile, your colleague has found his rhythm, which isn't too impressive, and more designed to stretch the scene out a bit. He's casually boning you, smacking his pelvis against your buttcheeks regularly, but rather softly. The heat has reached your neck at this point and your whole body is burning up. Your groin, the center of this heat wave, is already starting to twitch uncontrollably, all the muscles in the area around your pelvis contracting and relaxing in powerful bursts. It's like a great energy going through you, like a sugar rush, like so many things, all at once. All of them make you feel like you need to move, need to exert energy, as if your veins would pop if you don't release this pressure. By the time you finish that thought, your brain has been set ablaze and there's no containing it now. Accompanied by a primordial scream, you grab your lover by the hips and topple him over in a display of incredible strength. You straddle him in a flash and <em>smack</em> your <<if $penis is 0>>pelvis<<elseif $penis is 1>>ass<<endif>> against his<<if $penis is 1>> pelvis<<endif>>, eyes rolling back in your head as your cries travel throughout the whole room. While your brain is shut down completely, it realises one thing: this isn't enough. Scanning the room, you find a guy completely engrossed in his cell phone. He isn't even watching, but he's only an arm's length away from you. Still pounding the dude below you, who still can't figure out what's gotten into you, your arm shoots forward, snatches cell phone guy by his shirt and nearly rips it in the process of bringing him closer. Never ceasing your furious bouncing, you fling his belt behind you in one quick motion, dropping his pants to the ground. Just where you need them. <<if $penis is 0>>You grab his arm and pull him behind you; the fact that you toppled over the actor means there is a large space behind you, where the pillow's lying, while the actor is resting at the very edge of the lower end of the bed. Cell phone guy gets situated on the pillow, clearly still out of it. One second he plays Candy Crush -- or whatever they play in Japan -- the next he's looking at a sex-crazed woman's juicy ass. After a few seconds of readjusting and some less-than-subtle hints as to what you're demanding from him, he lines up his cock with your sphincter, and enters soon afterwards. The double penetration manages to clear your head for just a moment, which is enough for you to realise that porn guy is still wearing his rubber. Deducing that it would be better to remove it, instead of being stuck in this trance indefinitely, you pause as briefly as possible, and in an instant fling his condom against the nearest wall before resuming your merciless fuckfest. Your pleasure is indescribable, the doubled ministrations both in your ass and your pussy press on your button harder than you thought possible, your g-spot essentially compressing to a tiny speck inside your love canal, never given much time to breathe. Similarly, you find it hard to catch your breath at times, for obvious reasons. When both guys are cumming inside you, your pleasure somehow amplifies even further. While the heat of their semen barely registers, its presence increases the pressure in your holes noticeably.\ <<elseif $penis is 1>>You grab his arm until he stands right in front of you; the fact that you toppled over the actor means there is a large space behind you, where the pillow's lying, while the actor is resting at the very edge of the lower end of the bed. You shuffle backwards a little, along with porn guy, never breaking rhythm, and signal for the cell phone enthusiast to kneel above the other's face. A minute ago, he was playing Candy Crush -- or whatever they play in Japan -- now he's facing a sex-crazed woman who pulls him into a sex scene. Understandably, he's a bit baffled by the whole affair, but fortunately, you don't require much input from him, only from his balls. You bow down and engulf his length with your lips, immediately forming a vacuum that puts modern machinery to shame. Cell phone guy was already at 'confused half mast' when you pulled him onto the bed, he's at 'pulsing steel rod' by the time your mouth touches him. Finally feeling relief from the burning, you experience your energy finally being put to use, the heat dwindling. Knowing you're on the right track, you're willing to expend all of it now. With unrivaled force, unrivaled speed, you're going down on these two innocent men like your life depended on it, which is a good image to visualise the pleasure you're experiencing. The double penetration manages to clear your head for just a moment, which is enough for you to realise that porn guy is still wearing his rubber. Deducing that it would be better to remove it, instead of being stuck in this trance indefinitely, you pause as briefly as possible, and in an instant fling his condom against the nearest wall before resuming your merciless, heavenly fuckfest. It truly is phenomenal, but it won't be complete until you get to taste the juice you so crave. This is no time to get complacent, you're able to keep up with this superhuman display of strength for minutes, without rest. Finally, you hear both the guys crying out, and their dicks announcing their breaking point, when the sought after rush finally flows through your throat and anus, the heat barely registering, but the pressure inside you only adding to the pleasure.<<endif>> This whole fun experiment goes on for two more rounds, until you're eventually so crammed with cum that you pass out for good after swallowing and absorbing everything you could get, <<if $penis is 0>>landing square on the actor's pecs.<<elseif $penis is 1>>impaling yourself further on the cock of cell phone guy<<endif>>. <hr> When you come to, you see some flimsy furniture and a small window, showing you a parking lot outside, or something like that. Looks like you're in a trailer of some sort. Further scanning of the room reveals the producer, apparently waiting for you to wake up. He notices that you did. @@.blue;"Ah, you're up. It's good to see you awake. We could tell you were just exhausted, so I brought you here to rest."@@ You want to thank him and apologise for the mess you caused, but are hindered by a glob of white liquid exiting your mouth as you open it. @@.blue;"I... wasn't the first to get to you."@@ The thought that you got used as a fucktoy while unconscious stirs something in you again.<<set $submissiveness = 1>> Regardless, you get on with your apology and thank the producer for his help. @@.blue;"Are you kidding me? Your juices coated the whole lower half of the bed! The sheets were literally dripping with your ejaculate. If you touched them, there were streams, <em>rivers</em> running down your hands. Nobody will believe that this wasn't some special effect, but I know it was real. Everybody here fell in love with you after your performance,"@@ he laughs, and you smile along with him. You're glad you weren't a disturbance; a great surprise even. He mumbles something about 'ahegao' in relation to the movie's theme and hopes to see you on set again some time. He also ups your pay significantly; he agreed on $$800 flat with @@.red;Bonnie@@, but pushes $$1200 into your hand!<<set $cash += 1200>> <<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 3>><<endif>> <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>> You doubt you'll have a payday matching this one, but you also know that you've pushed it <em>far</em>. This condom allergy is a force to be reckoned with, and you'd do well to avoid another encounter with it. @@.gold;Why? You looked like you had fun...@@ Better move that fun somewhere else. [[Like your apartment.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]\ \ <<elseif $condomallergy is 0>>The actor meets you in an embrace, french-kissing you aggressively, which you return. Slowly, the two of you lower yourselves on the bed, continuing your caresses and fondling, with him going down to your breasts and sucking on them, to which you respond loudly. While you're distracted @@.gold;your friend@@ frees up access to your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<elseif $penis is 1>>rear hole<<endif>> and starts fingering you, getting you ready. It feels so odd having these cameras pushed up nearly into your face, you never imagined them being so close, but it makes sense to catch a lot of close-ups. For a while, the actor pleases you noisily with his mouth, before you turn him around to return the favour. Kneeling in front of the bed, you take him into your mouth and have him enter you completely. You catch glimpses of the camera crew and they seem quite amazed at something. Nevermind that, it's best not to get distracted. After a barrage of noisy sucking, you seem set for the finale. Letting him pull you back up onto the bed, you snake up his body and straddle him. If you're in a porn movie, maybe you should top it off with an explosive finish. You try your best to take the initiative, stay on top of the actor and ride him wildly, moaning, screaming, sweating, while he's kneading your @@.gold;tits@@ wildly. Biting your lip for the camera, you rest your hands on the guy's chest for leverage, while you're taking him deeper and deeper inside you. Well, he's not exactly the biggest you had... but his endurance sure is impressive. He proves as much when he starts pushing himself off the bed to get deeper inside you, causing you to finally erupt in one massive orgasm, <<if $penis is 0>>ejaculating a torrent of girlcum right down the cock impaling you.<<elseif $penis is 1>>squirting your jizz all over his chest, and some even on his face. To your surprise, he laps it right up, he's quite committed.<<endif>> Shortly thereafter, the actor himself wants his turn, pumping you full of his own juices before you collapse on his chest, heaving heavily while staring into the camera. The day continues, and while the work is more stressful than you imagined, it's still much more dignified and attractive than you first thought. You get along great with the crew, and the producer especially, as well as some of the employees seem absolutely infatuated with your performances. You're being paid right away, $$800 for a day's work!<<set $cash += 800>> What's more, at the end of the day you feel as clear-headed as you did in the morning, having had plenty of sex, yet not feeling the choker assert control. That must be a good sign! All the sexual need you felt earlier was sated as well. A perfect day, right?<<set $submissiveness = 0>> Sadly, perfect days end like any other. The producer emphasises how dearly he would love to shoot another movie with you, but that the studio doesn't have any more capacities, especially not in America. @@.gold;You were thinking about relocating after getting the choker off, weren't you? What a wonderful idea...@@ You thank everybody for their support, but eventually you have to [[head home.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 3, Thursday">>Hey, you nearly made it. Thursday, you can already see the weekend coming up, oh boy. This whole affair can't be over quickly enough. But will it be over? You shudder at the thought of going through with this demeaning, terrifying fate for another week, and put it out of your mind by pure pragmatism. If you dwell on thoughts like that, you're paralysing yourself and accomplish nothing. So best move on and get dressed. <<if $superheroFetish is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ There's not really anything you can do, there's no way you're getting out of your [[Superhero Slut|Superhero Slut - Day 4]] costume. You have to wear it, even to bed. The sheer thought of being paraded outside in such a slutty, humiliating costume is enough to make you feel quite neurotic and shy.<<set $submissiveness += 1>>\ \ <<elseif $pinkOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>\ You try your best to get into the weird top of your dress, until it eventually fits neatly over your tits, then slip on the skirt and heels easily. Your [[Pink Prostitute|Pink Prostitute - Day 4]] outfit looks perfect!\ \ <<elseif $latexOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>\ You've had a bit of a thing for latex before this whole thing started (which you never would've admitted, but now...) and heard that getting into a catsuit takes a long time, requiring some oil to help get it on. Fortunately, this does not seem to be necessary for your [[Lovely Latex|Lovely Latex - Day 4]] outfit, which you can put on in a jiffy.\ \ <<elseif $transparentOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>\ This is where you get to enjoy having chosen the simplest outfit to put on. That pink dress looked awkward, and that catsuit must be a pain to get into. Your [[Transparent Tramp|Transparent Tramp - Day 4]] outfit hides nothing, but at least you can slip into it in no time. @@.gold;Don't forget how quickly people get you out of it.@@<<endif>> With that taken care of, you arrive at the most dreadful task of the day; choosing a client on your computer.<<if $paidWednesday is 1>> Once you've picked one, you'll make sure to drop the <<if $payments is 1>>$$300<<elseif $payments is 2>>$$600<<elseif $payments is 3>>$$900<<endif>> at the spot @@.lucas;Lucas@@ mentioned. You could certainly use some information. Better set the money aside already, before you forget.<<endif>> <<if $pickedJonathan is 0>><<if $lips gte 8 or $lipImplant is 1>>[[Jonathan|Week 3, Day 4 - Jonathan Profile - Blowjob Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedBob is 0>><<if $chest gte 8 or $chestImplant is 1>>[[Bob|Week 3, Day 4 - Bob Profile - Tit Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedFrankie is 0>><<if $ass gte 6>>[[Frankie|Week 3, Day 4 - Frankie Profile - Ass Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedBryan is 0>><<if $transformationProgress lt 7>>[[Bryan|Week 3, Day 4 - Bryan Profile - DFC Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedJim is 0>><<if $penis is 0>>[[Jim|Week 3, Day 4 - Jim Profile - Creampie Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedTodd is 0>><<if $penis is 1>>[[Todd|Week 3, Day 4 - Todd Profile - Shemale Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedLex is 0>><<if $latexOutfit is 1>>[[Lex|Week 3, Day 4 - Lex Profile - Latex Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedDominic is 0>><<if $obedience gte 2 or $submissiveness gte 3>>[[Dominic|Week 3, Day 4 - Dominic Profile - Dominant Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedTakahiro is 0>>[[Takahiro|Week 3, Day 4 - Takahiro Profile - Cosplay Lover]] \ <<endif>><<if $pickedJav is 0>><<if $obedience gte 3 and $bimbo is 1>>[[JAV Producer|Week 3, Day 4 - JAV Producer Profile]] \ <<endif>><<endif>>[[Regular Client|Week 3, Day 4 - Regular Client Profile]]

<<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> This superhero costume is the definition of eccentric. At least if you consider that you have to wear it at all times, far from any convention where this sort of thing would be appropriate. That's true, it certainly doesn't shy away from being inapproriate, as is evident by the thin, blue, wet-look strap that is all that's covering your breasts, apart from a tiny jacket that does nothing to preserve your modesty. Your panties are equally as shiny and blue as your boob strap is, and your butt is only covered because of the fluffy petticoat-like garment sitting above your underwear. It doesn't cover your front though, and is very flimsy, always threatening to fall off. There's not much left to this dainty outfit after that. an adorable headband with a large white bow sitting on your head, blue thigh-high stockings coating your legs and white 5 inch ankle boots encasing your feet make the superhero complete! <<back>>

<<set $pinkOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>The top of the pink outfit is unconventional, shaped a bit like a cross, the horizontal 'bar' resembling a tube top across your boobs. The vertical bar wraps around your neck, just below your choker, and around your waist below the "tube top" part. The skirt, in contrast, is very conventional, just a simple knee-length garment, not too tight, but not flared out either. What does take it up a notch is the bright neon pink colour and wet-look style to it. If not like a street walker, you sure look like a girl with... questionable morals. @@.gold;What? That's not true, I'm super nice! Let me show you...@@ [img[images/4306PinkFront.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $latexOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>If this wasn't clearly a fetishist's dream and the neckline didn't expose so much cleavage that you're in serious danger of flashing everybody, this could be a conservative enough outfit, while curve-hugging. But that's a big "if". The top is a tight fit and has elbow-length sleeves. @@.gold;So you don't scuff your girly arms when you're down on all fours.@@ The bottom part similarly hugs every curve of your body, fashioned like a pair of tight latex pants, they end just above your ankles. Those are perched on a 6 inch stiletto heel, but otherwise plain, dark shoes. Again, the outfit is really pretty down-to-earth, when you get down to it. @@.gold;Which you will, often and repeatedly!@@ [img[images/101052K_wetlook_catsuit.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $transparentOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>Up top, you're showing off a lot. Even if the dress wasn't extremely easy to see through, there's ample room for your tits to shine. @@.gold;Especially when servicing cock in between them.@@ Down below... well. You're not exactly covering up more. Seeing as the skirt is just as transparent as the top, you suppose you're lucky it's covering up that much. If this doesn't get you in trouble with the law, nothing short of manslaughter will. @@.gold;Why the hostility, there are so much more fun things to do with a man~@@ [img[images/SOPHIE-DALZELL-411802.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJonathan = 1>>Jon is an appreciator of the oral arts, and always requests his escorts to be skilled with their mouths. Of course, ideally their lips should also be visually appealing. But obviously you bring that to the table, if you're reading this profile. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedBob = 1>>Bob really goes for the classics. If you go with him, expect your chest to be sore for a day or two. He'll put them to good use, and through every test imaginable. Of course that requires you to be quite stacked up there, but if you didn't have those qualities, you wouldn't have got hold of this profile. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting Bob - Tit Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedFrankie = 1>>@@.blue;Frankie@@ <em>really</em> likes it from behind. Wait... that came out wrong. But you get the idea. To even be considered by him as a viable choice, you have to present some serious rump, and not be afraid to use it. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting Frankie - Ass Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedBryan = 1>>Bryan... he's not a popular choice among our girls. No need to worry, he's not the violent type. But his requests usually are quite strange. Most girls weren't keen to talk about it. Not in a traumatic kind of way, just to fuck with newbies for a laugh. He's certainly fucked up, but you won't be, at least not physically. Bryan prefers his women slim, and less curvy, but that's really the most normal part of him. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting Bryan - DFC Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJim = 1>>Out of all the special clients, @@.blue;Jim@@'s tastes are fairly vanilla, but he's very adamant about them. He takes the front entrance, no debate. And he's not keen to pull out either. If you take him on, expect your pussy to be used, repeatedly, and filled to the brim. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting Jim - Creampie Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedTodd = 1>>Todd is something of an odd one out. Most guys are weirded out by chicks with dicks. He loves it, but it's not that easy to find any. If this is a niche you could fill, he would likely show his appreciation. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting Todd - Shemale Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedLex = 1>>Lex loves Latex. It sounds ridiculous, but that's basically the gist of it. He doesn't really require any specific body types, or any specific sex acts, he will really get off to the sight of you alone. This is an easy one if you've got the right outfit for it. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting Lex - Latex Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedDominic = 1>>Dominic's your picture book American. Quarterback of the Football team, varsity jacket, square jaw. And he likes to flaunt it, he does not give people any leeway, he likes to feel like the top dog. Thus, his choice in women gravitates towards the more submissive types that follow his whims without question. Fair warning: if you're not willing to cooperate on that point, you might find yourself in a BDSM kind of situation that sees you on the receiving end. If you <em>are</em> willing to cooperate... well, you might actually end up in twice as many restraints. As mentioned, Dom does not back down. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting Dominic - Dominant Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedTakahiro = 1>>Takahiro is originally Japanese, your classic Otaku. Very clean, very respectable, just socially inept and withdrawn. He's really into costumes and all that shit, you'll figure it out when you meet him. Expect to wear all kinds of outfits, none of them likely to be practical. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJav = 1>>@@.red;This one actually comes from me directly, and isn't a referral by the company@@ -- @@.red;Bonnie@@ writes -- @@.red;so this is a bit of a <em>special</em> special client. He actually works in JAV, basically Japanese porn. This contact of mine is currently looking for a girl to star in one of his movies. This gig will pay insanely well, even compared to the other special clients, and these guys take good care of their actresses, so you can expect this job to be quite cushy. No reason not to go, really.@@ [[Take this special offer?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting JAV Producer]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedRegular += 1>>There's no profile for this gig. Customers here may vary wildly, but it's mostly going to be superficial. They only call for a normal evening, no extra flourishes. Basically, you're on retainer here and just picking up whoever's looking. Whatever you're willing to do, you'll discuss with the client yourself, but their needs won't be too extravagant, most likely. [[Work regularly by demand?|Week 3, Day 4 - Meeting Regular Client]] <<back>>

The following scenes have been written by CobaltCore from TFGS! <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Bob@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a middle-aged guy greets you. Well, verbally anyway. His eyes are not set to meet yours, they've been focussed far lower even before he opened the door. Smiling widely, you assume he deems you worthy. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, every street walker is envying you for a rack like that.@@ @@.blue;Bob@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. He does exactly that and pretty much repeats what you already read in the profile and what you saw at the front door. He likes your @@.gold;essence@@-- tits. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>Lifting off your top, you can see his eyes widen in anticipation at the sight of your rack. Somehow having this effect on other people makes you blush a bit. Unconsciously, you push out your chest just a little bit more, making the huge orbs jiggle ever so slightly.\ <<else>>Lifting off your top, you reveal your full and round breasts. But somehow looking at your client you could've sworn that, just for a fraction of a second, a look of disappointment overshadowed his face.<<endif>> But that is of no matter at this point because the sight of the tool dangling between his legs involuntarily makes your mouth water. Very quickly you are fully undressed, though not wearing much in the first place definitely helped with that. You barely even hear his voice, you are so fixated on the thick, long object of your desire. @@.blue;"Come here, slut."@@ [[He doesn't need to say that twice.|Week 3, Day 4 - Sexing Bob - Tit Lover]]

In a matter of seconds you are on your knees. Just as you are about to get a taste of his delicious looking shaft you feel his hand on your head, pushing you away. @@.blue;"No. Use your tits. I want to feel your jugs wrapping around my meat."@@ Well, the customer is king, you remind yourself and chuckle at the thought of your client with a crown on his head. Oh well, at least you get to suck his other crown. However, the aching in your pussy quickly brings you back to reality and you proceed to lift your heavy tits upwards until they engulf the meaty shaft. You have to admit, the feeling is quite arousing, having the veiny meat throbbing between your massive mammaries. You have to use quite a bit of your diminished strength to push them together, pressing them tightly against the cock in between. Then, you begin slowly moving up and down. Quite soon you can hear satisfied sounds coming from above, motivating you once again. You press down even more and start moving faster. Then, you get an idea. You press into the shaft as far as you can, making it reach out directly in front of your face. While continuing to massage him through your tits, you take the head of his cock into your mouth and begin sliding around it with your skillfull tongue. Almost instantly you notice him getting tense, a sound of pure pleasure indicating you're on the right path. You continue your efforts, you even begin moving your tits again, taking his cock into your mouth whenever you're deep enough to reach it. Then, all of a sudden, you feel his hands on the back of your head. Without a warning you are being forced down, your mouth instinctively opening to accept his meaty shaft into the warm embrace of your willing throat. He fills it completely, and quite quickly you have his balls banging against your chin as he buries himself completely in your face. You can feel the by now all-too-familiar tension building up inside his cock and look up at him with hungry eyes, knowing what's coming. Just seconds later he spasms, shooting a huge load of thick cum into your stomach. You feel his hot seed running down your throat and eagerly gulp it down while he begins to slowly pull out, creating strands of saliva connecting you to his shaft. When his tip leaves your mouth with a satisfying 'plop' you lick your lips in an attempt to not waste anything. @@.blue;"Heh, that wasn't actually that bad. I expected much worse, given how trashy you look."@@ he says, kind of dismissively. However his eyes seem to light up at his next words. @@.blue;"Tell you what, how about we take it to the next level, if you're up for it? Of course that'll be payed extra. I know what you whores are like..."@@ With that he brings out some stuff that looks like... bells and an injection needle? He also pays you 200 bucks, but honestly, you barely notice, your mind coming up with all sorts of images about how those props are going to be used. <<set $cash += 200>> You're horny as hell. [[Accept his proposal.|Week 3, Day 4 - Super Sexing Bob - Tit Lover]] <<if $submission lt 5>>On the other hand, you don't think you're up for that. [[Deny his offer.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>><<set $submissiveness += 2>>

<<set $lactation = 1>>He visibly loosens up. He even looks a tiny bit surprised. But you're still horny and whatever it is he wants to do, you hope it'll sate your desires as well. @@.blue;"Alright, for this to work I need you to close your eyes."@@ This is a weird request, but you comply. After all, what could possibly happen? Actually, you want to retract that thought right after it popped up, but the answer to that question comes before you can, in the form of a stinging sensation in each of your nipples. @@.gold;"Ouch, that hurts!"@@ You want to protest further but at it is at that point you feel something ice-cold entering through them. Almost instantly you feel the cold spreading throughout your chest. An alien pressure begins to build up and your boobs starts feeling heavier somehow. Soon after, your nipples become sore and you moan at the sensations that seem to hush across the nerves of your breasts without anyone even touching them. At this point, @@.blue;Bob@@ steps in. He weighs your incredibly heavy tits in his hands, they are so large that they overflow them easily. You blush as he marvels at the sight. Then, he presses down, digging his fingers into your soft titflesh. You elicit an @@.gold;*eep*@@ in surprise at the incredible feeling and are astounded when you notice a white drop forming at the end of your nipple. Licking the drop from it, he smiles. @@.blue;"There's a lot more where that came from, trust me sweetie."@@ Without wasting time @@.blue;Bob@@ produces a set of bells, which he clamps to your throbbing nipples, creating small shocks as the cold metal touches your hot skin. With every move, they tingle and send arousal through your whole body.<<if $nipplePiercing is 1>> And as if that wasn't enough, soon afterwards your poor nipples are strained even more by the weights he connects to your piercings.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> At this point, your nipples have grown tremendously and your chest feels as if it's going to burst. The pain in your jugs suddenly becomes very real. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>Your nipples are straining against the metal holding them back, inducing a stinging sensation like during the injections from before. Only that this time it doesn't go away.<<endif>> Seeing your pained expression, Bob speaks up with a sly smile on his face. @@.blue;"Need some relief? You look quite full..."@@ You nod. You really want the pain to go away. The pressure is growing and growing, stretching and expanding your already full chest. Their weight is almost too much for you to carry at this point and you crave release. <<set $submissiveness += 1>> @@.blue;"Alright, come here,"@@ he says, pointing to the space between his legs. Slowly you position yourself in front of him and he grabs your overly full udders. Just the sensation of his touch on your sore skin is enough to make you moan. But he doesn't seem content yet. @@.blue;"Oh no, this won't do,"@@ he says, to your confusion. @@.blue;"Moo for me."@@ You look at him with big eyes, dumbfounded. @@.blue;"Yes, you've already got the look down. Now moo."@@ He can't be serious... [[Moo|Week 3, Day 4 - Moooo - Tit Lover]] [[Don't moo|Week 3, Day 4 - What's Love Got To Moo With It? - Tit Lover]]

Now you have Thursday behind you, meaning only one more day before the weekend. Not that anybody watches, but you know you're visibly more relaxed, even after an eventful, disturbing week, simply due to the knowledge that it's coming to an end. Another letter is lying on the floor as you enter your apartment. <<if $paidWednesday is 0>>It merely reminds you of the importance of information, pretty much a recap of the same things you've heard already. If you want the next hint, it'll cost you <<if $payments is 0>>$$300<<elseif $payments is 1>>$$600<<elseif $payments is 2>>$$900<<endif>>. <<if $payments is 0>>[[Pay him.|Week 3, Day 5 - Morning][$cash -= 300, $paidThursday = 1, $payments += 1]] $$300 are a fair price.<<elseif $payments is 1 and $cash gte 600>>[[Pay him.|Week 3, Day 5 - Morning][$cash -= 600, $paidThursday = 1, $payments += 1]] $$600 are a fair price.<<elseif $payments is 2 and $cash gte 900>>[[Pay him.|Week 3, Day 5 - Morning][$cash -= 900, $paidThursday = 1, $payments += 1]] $$900 are a fair price.<<endif>> [[Don't pay.|Week 3, Day 5 - Morning]]<<endif>> <<if $paidWednesday is 1 and $payments is 1>>@@.lucas;"Dear $lucasFirstname,@@ @@.lucas;I wanted to confirm that I received your payment in full. I'm very glad to see that you've acquired the means to afford the services of my contact, and that you see the wisdom in this plan. Without further ado, I'll get into the information I received. Mind you that this is the first piece of intel. It's both the cheapest, and thus the simplest. Don't dismiss it lightly, and don't consider your money wasted; the most basic information can often prove the most vital. My contact has advised me that your search for an answer -- and hopefully freedom -- will inevitably lead you to the main compound, the headquarters of the corporation. That may not be too surprising, which is why he threw in this second part: By and large, you can expect not to be watched when you're inside. This may sound odd, and you surely <em>will</em> be contacted and watched for brief periods of time, but for the most part, management will be far too busy to keep an eye on you. The facility is huge, it requires hands-on treatment by higher-ups everywhere. The plant is full of classified information and procedures, a complex hierarchy spanning the whole production process. Use this to your advantage to navigate the building safely and undetected. That is all he had to say today. As you can see, this is not a particular insight, but a very broad, general piece of advice. The first $$300 were more of an assurance of intent and reliability; he didn't want to risk his neck for half-measures and 'maybe's. Rest assured that future information will likely take on more specific forms, but the price will go up accordingly. Should you wish to acquire the next hint, it will cost you $$600. I await your response tomorrow. Good night Lucas"@@\ \ <<elseif $paidWednesday is 1 and $payments is 2>>@@.lucas;"It's impressive to see you having so much money ready at your disposal. I hope this trend will continue. But I don't want to stall too long, I am sure you're very busy. My contact told me you should watch out for one room he found while investigating the compound; a room he does not remember being there. To explain his confusion: he mainly works surveillance, which is why he is so well-suited for these tasks, and also why he should know of any room in the facility. Anyway. This room, upon further inspection, seems to be completely empty, save for a large metal box, about a metre tall. At first glance, this box is inconspicuous as could be, but upon closer inspection my friend was able to identify its contents. A large metal rod, ending in a rubberised, thick shaft, much like a dildo. On the other end, there's a motor, meaning it's not a stationary rod. The wall it faces has a similar contraption hidden within. His theory is that they plan to teach you about spitroasting here, one motorised dildo from behind, and one from the front.@@ <<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>@@.lucas;I believe you are familiar with the concept."@@ Indeed you are, and you need no reminder, least of all by him!<<else>>@@.lucas;Undoubtedly, they plan to wear down your defenses in that room at some point, so be wary when you enter one fitting this description."@@ You make a mental note of it.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"That's all I have for you today. Still on the matter of information, the price has risen again, as you must be aware by now. You've uncovered a good portion of knowledge, but that doesn't mean you can't benefit from even more. We're moving into expensive territory now though, you would need to bring $$900 to the table this time."@@\ \ <<elseif $paidWednesday is 1 and $payments is 3>>@@.lucas;"So you managed to fund further investigation. You're doing phenomenal work, and it will be to both our benefit. But enough of the praises, I'm sure you're tired of hearing it. I just want to make clear that I really appreciate your efforts." "Let's cut to the chase: the next clue I can give you. My contact told me about your arrival at the facility. They will have a room prepared just for that event. It likely won't be a pleasant stay; there'll be a rack. A bondage rack. You'll be tied down tightly, and escape will be quite difficult on your own. To prove his good intentions, and to prove your expenses useful, he managed to sabotage the restraining device for your left hand. Your captors will think you're tied down, but the left hand cuff will be loose enough for you to slip out and undo the rest. Quite an advantage, wouldn't you say?"@@ Finally, something real for your money. @@.lucas;"On the topic of your next transaction, you'll find it got even more expensive. The price to pay would be $$1200. I know it's steep, but now you should see why."@@<<endif>> <<if $paidWednesday is 1>>Oof, that's pretty heavy. So what's your choice? <<if $payments is 1 and $cash gte 600>>[[Pay him again.|Week 3, Day 5 - Morning][$cash -= 600, $payments += 1, $paidThursday = 1]] <<elseif $payments is 2 and $cash gte 900>>[[Pay him again.|Week 3, Day 5 - Morning][$cash -= 900, $payments += 1, $paidThursday = 1]] <<elseif $payments is 3 and $cash gte 1200>>[[Pay him again.|Week 3, Day 5 - Morning][$cash -= 1200, $payments += 1, $paidThursday = 1]] <<endif>>[[Don't pay him today.|Week 3, Day 5 - Morning]]<<endif>>

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>It takes a second for you to comprehend, but when you feel his fingers tracing around your nipples, your moan quickly transitions into a lust-filled mooing. The forceful kneading of his skillfull hands makes the newfound fluid in your chest slosh around, so much so that you think you can almost hear it. The warm feeling inside you is incredible. The bells on your engorged nipples tingle as you tremble in anticipation. The pleasure from your overly sensitive breasts has made you oh-so-horny. You crave his touch on your milk-filled udders, you need it. Like, right now. You don't care about anything else. And if you have to play cow for him to get it, you'll gladly do so. With a soft moo, you press yourself into him in an effort to signal him you're ready, which is met with a sly smile on @@.blue;Bob@@'s end. You don't notice him shifting around, you don't even notice how you're lifted up and onto his lap. The only thing you feel is the fullness of your tits aching for release. And then it happens. Clamping down on your nipples, he strokes them with a firm grip, eliciting a desperate moo from you as the last remnants of your old self try clinging to their dwindling sanity. You feel the hot milk rushing through them, leaving your body in a spray of white as they pulsate with relief. It is only when the hard impact of his hips on yours resonates throughout the room and your almost empty head that you notice he's inside you. And you also realize that this is the first time ever since your transformation that your needy hole is of no matter to you. You literally don't care. The only thing that matters is the explosion of feelings in your chest. At this point, you feel an alien warmth engulf your right nipple and looking down you see Bob is sucking on it with full force, digging his teeth into your fleshy nipple to drain every last drop out of your jugs. Seeing him so lustful makes you even more horny and a loud moan escapes you. Eventually, the pleasure is just too much. You go completely limp, falling to the side and onto the bed, which is already wet with your fluids. You feel your body rocking back and forth under his thrusts, his hands pushing into your spent tits as he rides you like the cowslut you are. The tingling from your nipples soon becomes the only thing you can focus on, it completely fills your tiny brain and your face drifts into a broad, dumb smile as you're fucked senseless. With every tingle, your arousal builds. With every tingle, your brain melts away just a bit more. With every tingle, you lose yourself in pleasure. When you feel his hot seed pouring into you, the orgasm finally hits. Hard. An almost primeval cry of lust escapes your quivering lips as wave after wave of orgasmic intensity rolls through your body, numbing the mind and filling it with pure satisfaction. After what feels like eternity, it ends, leaving you breathless and completely spent. Bob is breathing just as heavily as you are, his now limp dick shrinking back into more manageable proportions. He has a wild sparkle in his eyes that you didn't notice before. @@.blue;"Well, that was quite the ride."@@ While you are still starstruck by what you just experienced, Bob proceeds to clean himself up and slides into his pants. @@.blue;"To be honest, i didn't expect you to agree to this at all, let alone to go all in like this."@@ He searches around his pockets for something. Eventually, he produces a pack of green dollar notes. @@.blue;"Here you go. With an extra tip for your enthusiasm..."@@ He deposits the money right next to you, but you are too exhausted to do anything else but lie there with a big grin on your face. @@.blue;"Hope I'll see you again, my little cowslut..."@@ With a satisfied expression and a smirk on his face, he leaves. The sound of the door shutting eventually clears part of the fog from your brain and you sit up. Counting the money, there's a solid $$300 there, so $$500 in total. Not a bad wage for one day's work. You pocket the money after coming off your titgasm, barely clean yourself up and leave. <<set $cash += 300>> Of course, no walk home is complete without a gloating, annoying voice in your head. @@.gold;"How are you doing@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.gold;?"@@ you greet her sullenly in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Clever girl, already expecting me. You're getting better at this. At whoring too. I personally despise cows; slow, fat, stupid, ugly creatures. Since you match 3 out of 4, I can see why wou went for it though, it's good to find a niche to occupy in this business."@@ Wow, somebody's having a bad day, to put it lightly. @@.gold;D-do I really look fat?@@ @@.red;"But enough about that. How do you enjoy your new piece of jewelry?"@@ New piece of... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.red;"Congratulations! Your <em>udders</em> are now permanently lactating. I would recommend not taking this cow persona too far, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm sure some guys would looove to have a sip of you. If this career doesn't work out, maybe you can open up a milkshake bar? Opportunities any way you look, and still you resent me, I just don't get you. Anyway, I'll leave you alone with your newfound food source. Perhaps you could invite some friends for a dinner party? I'm free on weekends..."@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you're pondering that to get this pendant on you, you must have given @@.blue;Bob@@ a huge opening. You really were lost in the pleasure...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, you were waiting for me? That's so sweet of you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I'm fine, thanks! You must be too, what a hot night. Why don't you mooooo for me? *teeheeheeheehee*"@@ She seems to be really proud of herself for that one. @@.bunny;"That was like, so hot, but super sick at the same time, I can't believe you did that. My@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny; is such a pervert... So does my pervert like her new sparkly thingy?"@@ Sparkly thingy? Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.bunny;"Isn't that great?! Your titties are always gonna spill milk now. That's like, really useful! Whenever you're hungry, you can just have a little sip. Or a friend of yours. Or a total stranger..."@@ her thoughts drift of in what you can only call a sick example of jealousy. @@.bunny;"Totally no need to thank me, but you should probably carry empty bottles around with you *giggle* or just lotsa guys. Ooh, that reminds me, gotta run, I have a thingy,"@@ in five minutes you will, probably in every bodily orifice, @@.bunny;"cya next time, byebye!"@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you're pondering that to get this pendant on you, you must have given @@.blue;Bob@@ a huge opening. You really were lost in the pleasure...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Getting cocky, are we? Just a few minutes ago, you seemed amooooosingly loud, but I'd figured you'd keep quiet after letting it all out."@@ You're impressed at all the innuendo she managed to fit in there. You have to admit that the comeback stung a little, perhaps @@.orange;Bridget@@ is not the best target to vent frustration on. @@.orange;"But I'll forgive your small transgression. In all honesty, they are quite entertaining. And at this point, what part of you isn't, I wonder. Today, one more part of you upped its entertainment value. And say, how does your jewelry look?"@@ What is she... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.orange;"It looks gorgeous on you, don't rack your brain over it. Even better, you'll have an endless supply of milk for the foreseeable future. I have to say, the amount of fluids that must be coating the hotel room right now... To live without concern for other people, only for the purpose of carnal pleasure; it is a tempting fate, but one I would rather not experience."@@ Ummm, which party in this conversation is addicted to semen?<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Glass houses, dear.@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Regardless, it's time to take my leave. I wish you the utmost pleasure in painting your apartment translucent white. With your track record, I doubt it will take long. Good night, love."@@<<endif>> But before you get lost in the streets as well, you decide to better watch where you're going to eventually [[reach your apartment.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]

Upon noticing your passive refusal, you can tell @@.blue;Bob@@ is less than pleased. The whole affair becomes rather unceremonious from here on in. One aggressive remark from @@.blue;Bob@@ is all you're getting out of him for the rest of the night. @@.blue;"Guess you're less of a cow and more of a bitch,"@@ he exclaims before flipping you over on your belly, pulling you on your knees, and dominating you doggy-style for the rest of the evening. As nice as it felt, you can't say that you got off. Especially unnerving is the fact that he didn't touch your breasts once, in fact, he merely paid your torso any mind once, and that was to use your neck and the bedside table for leverage after he lost balance once. @@.blue;Bob@@ did, however, and wants you to know that. Upon reaching climax, he immediately pulls out to leave you a little present on your back; a warm serving of his ejaculate. After that, he's gone as quickly as he came. Fortunately, he was disgruntled, but not dishonest; he left you another hundred bucks for your service. That's not amazing, but considering how little effort was required on your part, you'll take it. <<set $cash += 100>> Of course, no walk home is complete without a gloating, annoying voice in your head. @@.gold;"How are you doing@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.gold;?"@@ you greet her sullenly in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Clever girl, already expecting me. You're getting better at this. At whoring too. Although I personally don't understand half-measures. Why not go all-in while you're at it? You seem like enough of a whore to go for it. But enough about that. How do you enjoy your new piece of jewelry?"@@ New piece of... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.red;"Congratulations! Your <em>udders</em> are now permanently lactating. I would recommend not taking this cow persona too far, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm sure some guys would looove to have a sip of you. If this career doesn't work out, maybe you can open up a milkshake bar? Opportunities any way you look, and still you resent me, I just don't get you. Anyway, I'll leave you alone with your newfound food source. Perhaps you could invite some friends for a dinner party? I'm free on weekends..."@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you realise you were dumb enough to have @@.blue;Bob@@ fool you into thinking he lost his balance...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, you were waiting for me? That's so sweet of you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I'm fine, thanks! You must be too, what a hot night. Why don't you mooooo for me? *teeheeheeheehee*"@@ She seems to be really proud of herself for that one. @@.bunny;"That was like, so hot, but super sick at the same time, I can't believe you did that. My@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny; is such a pervert... So does my pervert like her new sparkly thingy?"@@ Sparkly thingy? Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.bunny;"Isn't that great?! Your titties are always gonna spill milk now. That's like, really useful! Whenever you're hungry, you can just have a little sip. Or a friend of yours. Or a total stranger..."@@ her thoughts drift of in what you can only call a sick example of jealousy. @@.bunny;"Totally no need to thank me, but you should probably carry empty bottles around with you *giggle* or just lotsa guys. Ooh, that reminds me, gotta run, I have a thingy,"@@ in five minutes you will, probably in every bodily orifice, @@.bunny;"cya next time, byebye!"@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you realise you were dumb enough to have @@.blue;Bob@@ fool you into thinking he lost his balance...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Getting cocky, are we? I wouldn't take that mouth of yours quite so full. But I'll forgive your small transgression. In all honesty, they are quite entertaining. And at this point, what part of you isn't, I wonder. Today, one more part of you upped its entertainment value. And say, how does your jewelry look?"@@ What is she... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.orange;"It looks gorgeous on you, don't rack your brain over it. Even better, you'll have an endless supply of milk for the foreseeable future. I have to say, the amount of fluids that must be coating the hotel room right now... To live without concern for other people, only for the purpose of carnal pleasure; it is a tempting fate, but one I would rather not experience."@@ Ummm, which party in this conversation is addicted to semen?<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Glass houses, dear.@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Regardless, it's time to take my leave. I wish you the utmost pleasure in painting your apartment translucent white. With your track record, I doubt it will take long. Good night, love."@@<<endif>> But before you get lost in the streets as well, you decide to better watch where you're going to eventually [[reach your apartment.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Jonathan@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a nearly bald guy greets you. He is very focussed on your lips from the very moment he lays eyes on you. Smiling widely, you assume he deems you worthy. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, every street walker is envying you for bee-stung cushions like that.@@ @@.blue;Jonathan@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. Soon he does, seemingly very comfortable with this setup. You'd wager he's hired @@.gold;people like you@@ before, likely more than once. Likewise, he notices that you don't have as much experience, and tries to ease you in. His first ministrations are sensual, but tame if you consider you're acting as a sex worker in this scenario. @@.blue;Jon@@ seems quite content to essentially just make out, even though he's quite into it, kissing you passionately, almost ecstatically. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> was right, this guy <em>loves</em> lips. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>And damn if you don't love it too right now.<<endif>> As time goes on, he slowly and subtly guides you downwards, with you caressing his chest, and shortly his belly too, before arriving at your @@.gold;destination@@. @@.blue;Jon@@ looks down at you from above and just nods at you. Your fingers rest on his belly, and start to [[undo his belt.|Week 3, Day 4 - Sexing Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>After some experienced twists of your hands, @@.blue;Jon@@'s quite erect cock plops out of his underpants and right on your nose. The scent alone is enough to send you into heat, so you don't waste any time in getting down to business. Basically throwing yourself on the dick before you, @@.blue;Jon@@ is evidently excited by your enthusiastic display, his dick twitching upon entering you already. You slobber noisily up and down his length, juices going everywhere, it's seriously messy. Neither of you mind, in fact, the background slurping is like an orchestra accompanying you on your journey to get your client's rocks off. To top it off, you start moaning around the cock inside you, prompting @@.blue;Jon@@ to find his confidence and joining into the sighs of pleasure. You lick the length before you up and down, unrelenting. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>The sensation of it is driving you nuts, you can't bring yourself to stop.<<set $submissiveness += 2>><<endif>> While you're working him down there, @@.blue;Jon@@ is sure to take care of your confidence. His constant words of reassurance such as @@.blue;"Shit, this is the best"@@, and @@.blue;"You were born for this whoring thing, sweetheart"@@, are so sweet, they warm your heart from the inside. Every word of praise earns @@.blue;Jon@@ a cock-stuffed smile and a few more intimate encounters with your throat. If you still had a gag reflex, this whole deal would probably have ended in a disaster. @@.gold;Fortunately@@, that was taken care of by the choker, and you find yourself not just easily, but merrily taking meat right into your very @@.gold;core@@. This job isn't as bad as you thought it would be, and that thought is slightly worrying you. You aren't left much time to ponder it though, because @@.blue;Jon@@ up there is starting to pant in a rather exhausted tone, and shorter, more intense bursts. Fully understanding what that means, you prepare to be @@.gold;filled@@ thoroughly by his seed. To your surprise, @@.blue;Jon@@ pulls out moments later, slaps you across the cheeks with his dick and explodes right into your face, painting you utterly, completely white. Your entire face is coated in semen, any bukkake fan would be jealous of @@.blue;Jon@@ and you'd bet he's quite excited. You can't tell for sure, since you can't open your eyes just yet. Trying your best to at least regain vision, you wipe the cum off your lids, but keep the rest on. Wouldn't want to deny your customer a look at his work, the depravity of which gets you a little aroused, @@.gold;you little slut@@.<<set $submissiveness += 2>> @@.blue;"Hell girl, you sure never heard of something called 'gag reflex', have you?"@@ he asks, chuckling. You used to... @@.blue;"You may just become my favourite, and I definitely won't let you leave before you give me your name so I can request you more often."@@ You comply and write down some info for him, but also tell him that you're rather busy and might not be available all the time. @@.blue;"I can tell why, fuck. Anyway, while I truly enjoyed your services, the night doesn't have to be over quite yet. What do you say we kick it up a notch for some extra cash? Another 300 bucks sound good?"@@ He pays you the $$200 he already owes and then waves another stack of bills. It sure is tempting... 300 dollars is nothing to sneeze at.<<set $cash += 200>> [[Go next level.|Week 3, Day 4 - Super Sexing Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Go home.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $throatclit = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>@@.blue;"That's what I wanted to hear, you slut!" Jon@@ celebrates and you're rewarded with a tingling in your nether region. Next, he instructs you to lay on your back, and shuffle to the edge of the bed. Your head's still rested on the mattress, but right above it, there's nothing; you're looking at an upside down @@.blue;Jon@@ standing in front of you, smiling in anticipation of getting his money's worth. Softly, he grabs your chin and pulls it down, opening your mouth, before his length pushes inside apprehensively at first. Doing this all with your neck over-extended and your eyes staring at his thighs is a situation you're not used to, which makes it a little awkward at first. @@.gold;That's good, more things to learn.@@ You adapt to the challenge rather quickly, which isn't that surprising to you. The choker's most likely helping you along, @@.gold;and you should thank it for its assistance@@. @@.blue;Jon@@ gets progressively bolder, by now easily reaching so far back into your mouth that your tongue can hardly feel the tip of his dick. You hear his voice. @@.blue;"Are you ready?"@@ he wants to know. You can't tell whether you heard his voice break up out of excitement there, but you imagine the smile plastered on his face must be large enough to be called grotesque. As best you can, you nod around the mouthful to give your consent. Momentarily, your throat is invaded all the way to the hilt by @@.blue;Jon@@'s cock. Breathing is impossible for the moment which you hadn't anticipated, so you struggle for a few seconds, but are released soon enough. Your lover quickly settles into a rhythm and continues facefucking you. With little room to move in your awkward position, you're hardly more than a vessel for his meat, hardly more than a cocksleeve. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="images/blowjob.webm" type='video/webm; codecs="vp9, vorbis"'> </video> <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You find that he gets excited rather quickly. @@.blue;Jon@@ is already panting and sighing wildly. @@.blue;"Hnf, your lips are so soft and tight, your mouth's like a vacuum chamber."@@ You take that to mean he likes it. To erase all suspicion however, he confirms his excitement by depositing some semen into your stomach, to your surprise. You squeal a little as the torrent rushes through your throat, you hadn't expected him to finish that fast. With your @@.gold;talents@@ however, you can't fault the guy. Even more shockingly, @@.blue;Jon@@ doesn't even want to take a break! After the rush of sperm as ended, he just keeps going. You're going to be quite full tonight... <<endif>>As he's fucking you, @@.blue;Jon@@ occasionally caresses the front of your neck... Why does that feel so good? You figured out that he's evidently enjoying the sight of your throat bulging out in the front while he's fucking you. Still, you can't shake the feeling that deepthroating this guy is starting to feel a lot better than it should, and much better than it did just a few minutes ago. <<if $penis is 1>>Your dick has gotten that message too. Feeling your balls tighten up, you twitch a little as you're ejaculating straight onto your stomach in an orgasm so intense that your vision is flashing white for a few seconds, holy shit.<<elseif $penis is 0>>You're feeling that down below as well. Your pussy is shooting fluids onto the sheets as you erupt into an orgasm so intense that your vision is flashing white. Holy shit, you just came just from blowing a guy!<<endif>> This leaves you predictably exhausted and content, which really has no impact on the scene, since @@.blue;Jon@@ has been riding you hard from the beginning, with you simply surrendering your will. And soon you'll have to surrender to a thick liquid streaming down your throat<<if $lipImplant is 1>> again<<endif>>. @@.blue;Jon@@'s cock twitches inside you to announce your @@.gold;success@@. And success has to be rewarded; in your case with a surprisingly massive torrent of cum, flushed straight into your stomach. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>Damn, you are full. The slightest movement makes all the sperm inside you slosh around your belly.<<endif>> @@.blue;Jon@@ is visibly happy with his investment and pays you right away. @@.blue;"Here's your money, girl. You sure earned it. I hope you're keeping a spot open in your schedule, because I definitely need those lips to keep me company again,"@@ he chuckles, and you play along. You're hesitant to accept the compliment, but very quick to take the money.<<set $cash += 300>> $$300 well earned. You thank him for his professionalism and say goodbye. On your way home,<<if $lipImplant is 1>> you contemplate stopping by a place to get a quick dinner in, but realise that you actually feel so full, you're literally not even hungry.<<set $cash += 10>> @@.gold;What a useful development, perhaps we should see where this leads?@@ You can't delight in having saved some money long before<<endif>> a familiar voice nags you over the choker. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What a performance, what a night! Your throat got a real workout tonight, didn't it?" Bonnie@@'s voice blares in your ears. You take it as a rhetorical question and simply wait for her gloating speech to be over. @@.red;"Well, I don't have to tell you, do I? You've had a front-row seat, after all. But let's cut to the chase. How do you like your new jewelry?"@@ she asks. New jewelry? What is she... your hand shoots to your neck and there it is. Something hanging from your choker. You turn toward a dark store window to examine your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] That explains why he was rubbing over your neck, and probably also why it felt so nice. Well, nice is quite an understatement, isn't it, you actually orgasmed from the sensation. Apparently, this thing is responsible for something new to your condition. Perhaps @@.red;Bonnie@@ will shed some light on this, and conveniently, she speaks up next. @@.red;"Oh come on, you couldn't be that oblivious, can you? Then again, an orgasm like that takes a lot out of you. I'm pretty sure you'll have plenty more like it with your new throatclit. Welp, I gotta go, was a real pleasure talking to you. Probably not your greatest pleasure tonight, but I'll take it."@@ She signs off with her trademark chuckle. A throatclit? Going by that name and what you felt earlier, you can only assume this means blowjobs will now feel much, much better. @@.gold;Another reason to give some out for free!@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Heyaaa, how you doing? Probably pretty great, I saw you cumming reeeeaaaaal hard *teehee* but anyways, how you like your new shiny?"@@ Huh? "Shiny" meaning... jewelry? Your hands race upwards at your throat and detect something unknown dangle from the choker. @@.blue;Jon@@ must have... You turn around, facing a empty, dark store window to see your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] That explains why he was rubbing over your neck, and probably also why it felt so nice. Well, nice is quite an understatement, isn't it, you actually orgasmed from the sensation. Apparently, this thing is responsible for something new to your condition. Perhaps @@.bunny;Bunny@@ will shed some light on this, and conveniently, she speaks up next. @@.bunny;"Like what, you didn't notice? *teehee*@@ @@.pink;Sis@@@@.bunny;, you're so dumb! But having so much fun, I can kinda understand it..."@@ she trails off here for a moment and seems to be fantasising about getting railed. You clear your throat almost comedically to see if you can get any more information out of her. @@.bunny;"Huh? Oh righty, I should probably tell you what this thingy does. It's called a 'pendant' and this one's super cool! Whenever you give blowies, it's going to feel extra nice, just like when you're getting it... down there *giggle* or maybe even nicer! It's like you've got a clitty in your mouth, I guess. Okay, but now I gotta... uh, do <em>stuff</em>,"@@ this remark is accentuated by heavy breathing, @@.bunny;"so uh, toodeloo, don't have too much fun without me!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good evening, dear. I see you've enjoyed yourself tonight. But by now there's probably more night's where that's true rather than false."@@ You wish it weren't, but sadly, she's right. @@.orange;"And you're one ornament richer for it. How do you like your new accessory, hm?"@@ New accessory? That can only mean... your hands speed up to your throat and indeed find something alien, dangling from your choker. Turning around in the direction of a dark, empty store window, you see the culprit in your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] Some kind of pendant is attached to the choker, bouncing against your throat. It's not exactly a flattering symbol to be carrying around your neck, but it's rather late to be bothered by that, isn't it? At least you can figure now why @@.blue;Jon@@ was rubbing over your choker back there. @@.orange;"You were actually unaware of what was happening? Love, your libido is taking control. Perhaps that's voluntary though? Nevermind, I don't mean to pry. By all means, keep your private affairs private."@@ Says the woman in control of the all-seeing sci-fi surveillance device. @@.orange;"I should probably clue you in though, as a courtesy. This pendant, as you hopefully already guessed even with your sex-addled brain, is not a fashion accessory. The bountiful amount of blowjobs you dish out will doubtlessly amuse you even more now; thanks to this, it should feel almost like having your clitoris played with. Not that you'd need the extra motivation, as you've demonstrated quite clearly, but we're nothing if not benevolent. I think that concludes our business for tonight, go get some sleep, dear, and try not defiling any innocent strangers on your way home."@@<<endif>> Revelation upon revelation. Seems like that's what your life is about these days. You're stuck with this thing now, and are quite certain you know what it means. Well. It could be worse right? @@.gold;If anything, this is an improvement.@@ Right, what could go wrong!? Nevermind, you've had enough for today, and sarcastic comments won't help that. [[Go home already.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]

The following scenes have been written by lorigor from TFGS! <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;@@.blue;Frankie@@@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a quite young-looking guy greets you. He seems quite giddy ahead of the evening and bids you to come in. You aren't sure, but you're quite sure his gaze is locked onto you from behind, you feel compelled to blush. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, you could kill with an ass like that.@@ As you walk in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. @@.blue;Frankie@@ smiles as he looks you over. @@.blue;"Damn, I love that ass you're carrying around. Not the biggest, but definitely in the juicy category, and fucking beautiful. But I'll find that out first-hand soon enough. Hereâ€™s the deal, first Iâ€™m going to play with your ass a bit and get it nice and warmed up. And then, if you want more money, we can go a little further. Sound good?"@@ Heâ€™s paying just to play with my ass a bit? He isnâ€™t even going to fuck it unless I want more? Thatâ€™s almost too easy. @@.gold;"Sounds great!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ grins wider and comes over, running his hands over your shoulders and breasts. He pulls you into an embrace and quickly strips off your clothes, leaving you naked. Now that your ass is exposed, he moves his hands to your round bottom. He cups and squeezes each cheek, and then starts massaging them in his strong hands. A shiver runs through your body as you feel your squishy breasts push against his strong chest. It feels so right to be wrapped up in his strong, masculine arms. You canâ€™t help but push your hips back to grind your ass into his groping hands. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oooh! That -eels good!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oooh! That feels good!"@@<<endif>> you moan as [[a tremor of pleasure shoots up your spine.|Week 3, Day 4 - Sexing Frankie - Ass Lover]]

@@.blue;"You like that you little slut?"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ pants hotly above you as he squeezes and rubs your butt cheeks together. His index finger slides between them and rubs your little anal star in a circle. He traces the circle, adding a gentle pressure but not yet pushing it in. After a moment, he pulls his hand away and steps back to look at you. @@.blue;"Fuck, you got a great ass! I want to see it bounce!"@@ He turns you around, and then reclines back into a chair. @@.blue;"Shake it for me baby!"@@ You lean forward and jut your ass back at @@.blue;Frankie@@, then begin to shake your hips. You jiggle your ass back and forth in front of him, swaying from side to side seductively. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Like this? You want -e to twerk it -or you?â€@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Like this? You want me to twerk it for you?â€@@<<endif>> You giggle as your round, feminine ass brushes over his face as you bounce it too close. @@.blue;Frankie@@ reaches into his pants and fishes out his cock, which is already rock hard. He begins to stroke it furiously as he enjoys the show. @@.blue;"Oh yeah, keep dancing baby! Make that ass move!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ licks his lips, and then presses his face tight against your ass. His wet tongue slobbers over your ass cheeks as they move from side to side across his face. You moan whorishly as you feel his tongue brush over your ass hole, licking it all over. Getting lost in the pleasure makes you feel somewhat guilty, this shouldn't be that good, nothing even happened yet. Soon those thoughts are gone though as the excitement of performing for him overtakes you. Youâ€™re eagerly grinding your ass into his face and tongue as he licks you out. @@.blue;"Fuck it, I gotta have that ass. What do you think, girl? You ready for some extra cash to let me split open that tight ass for you?"@@ You've already made 200 bucks, but a little more doesn't sound that bad. And you can't deny that you feel quite excited by now...<<set $cash += 200>><<set $submissiveness += 4>> [[Let him split you open like a coconut.|Week 3, Day 4 - Super Sexing Frankie - Ass Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Back out.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $asslube = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh yes, -lease!"@@ You groan out. @@.gold;"-ut it dee- inside -e!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh yes, please!"@@ You groan out. @@.gold;"Put it deep inside me!"@@<<endif>> @@.blue;Frankie@@ is quick to oblige. He leaps to his feet and presses his throbbing cock against your ass. The feeling of that thick, pulsating meat makes you quiver. He pushes you over to the table and bends you over. Your ass is already slick from his spit, so he wastes no time in lining up the bulbous head of his cock with your anal ring. One hand pulls your ass cheeks apart as the other takes hold of his cock. He begins to press it forward, groaning as the head sinks inside your body. @@.blue;"Oh hell yes! Fuck, you Asians got tight asses!"@@ A tremor of pleasure runs through you as you glow at his compliment. Maybe being an Asian Whore isnâ€™t so bad? Your arms fan out across the table as you try and relax yourself to take him even deeper inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Uuugh, thank you! Oh your -ig white cock -eels so good in -y ass! -ush it dee-er! <em>Dee-er</em>!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mmm, thank you! Oh your big white cock feels so good in my ass! Push it deeper! <em>Deeper</em>!"@@<<endif>> You plead with him as you raise your hips, impaling yourself on his cock in your impatience to get it all the way inside. Where did that come from? Spurred on by your eagerness, @@.blue;Frankie@@ slaps both hands on your ass and grips tight, and then yanks you back hard while he launches forward. The entirety of the thick girth slams inside you, stretching out your anal passage and filling your rectum up completely as he slides inside. You toss your head back and moan as the thick shaft hilts itself deep in your body. Youâ€™ve never felt so full before. You work your hips from side to side, stirring the dick inside you. The girth is quick to stretch out your walls, loosening the back passage to make it even easier for him to move in and out. CRACK! All of a sudden, @@.blue;Frankie@@ spanks you sharply on the ass. The sudden assault makes you clench up tightly around his cock and squeeze it firmly inside yourself. @@.blue;"Oh yeah thatâ€™s it, squeeze my dick! Just like that!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ smacks you again, and then again. Each time his hand impacts your feminine butt, you clamp around his thick member. @@.blue;Frankie@@ continues to spank you, making your light brown ass start to flush and sting. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Ah! Oh! Ow! Uugh!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Ah! Oh! Ow! Mmm!"@@<<endif>> You release a high pitched squeal as @@.blue;Frankie@@ spanks your bottom. You canâ€™t help but dance beneath his hand, grinding even harder into his shaft and squeezing it more firmly. After a few moments he smacks you one last time, and then tightly grips your hips, holding you steady as he starts to thrust. @@.blue;"Thatâ€™s it, take it right up your tight little ass!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ grunts gutturally as he pumps his hips in and out of you. The hot walls of your ass cling tightly to his cock, hugging every vein and contour of the shaft as he pounds it in and out. His hips are already moving in a blur, and you can tell it wonâ€™t be long before he starts cumming. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Ah! Yes! Thank you, sir! Gi-e -e your -ig dick! -uck -e harder!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Ah! Yes! Thank you, sir! Give me your big dick! Fuck me harder!"@@<<endif>> Your hair flies about your face as you undulate beneath @@.blue;Frankie@@. You squeeze your ass around his cock every time it reaches the deepest point inside you, and then release it as he pulls out again. @@.blue;"Aaah!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ cries out in pleasure as his cock erupts, spurting a heavy load of thick, creamy cum deep inside your bowels. He continues to pump his hips, working himself in and out as he milks his shaft of all that delicious seed deep inside your body. You purr in satisfaction at being rewarded with the thick, creamy load of cum. You can feel its warmth inside you, and as @@.blue;Frankie@@ pulls himself out you clench your sphincter tightly to keep it all trapped inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Aah, that was -eautiful -a-y. I ho-e you co-e -ack again real soon!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mmm, that was beautiful baby. I hope you come back again real soon!"@@<<endif>> You smile brightly at @@.blue;Frankie@@ as he pulls out a wad of cash to pay you. @@.blue;"You can be sure of that, toots. I do love them Asian asses!"@@ It's time to go home after a day of hard work, having earned another $$200<<set $cash += 200>>. You both say your goodbyes and you get on your way after cleaning up a little. But your walk home is hardly undisturbed, your panties keep clinging to your buttcheeks, sticky and unyielding. You're relatively certain that they were dry when you left the hotel but there's no doubt that you're underwear is <em>drenched</em> right now. That's odd. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Why hello!"@@ it chimes from your choker. How surprising... @@.red;"I see you're having a little fluid displacement issue!"@@ Of course she's behind this. @@.red;"I assume you've come to terms with the latest addition to your choker?"@@ Addition?\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"How's it gooooing, baby?"@@ Baby? @@.bunny;"I'll bet you can't keep your juices inside you right now *teehee* but how do you like your new choky thingy?"@@ New choky thingy?\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good evening my sweet," Bridget@@ almost sings through the choker, @@.orange;"I don't know if you noticed, fluid-addicted as you are, but you're leaking, honey. It's a mystery to me why you keep sticking new jewelry to that choker, yet complain about it all the time."@@ New jewelry?<<endif>> You search for a reflecting surface nearby, finding a large window that does the trick. She's right, there's a pendant dangling from your choker looking... very much like a used up sphincter. [img[images/anusPendant.jpg]] <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I think it looks lovely on you. And the effects will be most useful for somebody like yourself. Keep going like that, I'm proud of you!"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"It's so pretty! I'm almost jealous. But really, I don't like it up my butt that much, so it's okay, I'll allow you to keep it *giggle*"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I'm sure it will make for a useful feature. If we can't sate your hunger for cock, maybe we'll at least be able to simplify the process. No need to thank me, you're doing just about enough for me."@@<<endif>> When did that pendant even get on you? You hadn't noticed at all, but its effects are undeniable, pussy juice still leaking out of your ass and dripping down your thighs by now. Well, at least [[you're back home|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]], although that's hardly any consolation.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Bryan@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a pretty young guy, looking about as young as you do since the transformations, greets you. He inspects you for a few moments, and says a few things which seem a little odd to you. At least he appears to like you. @@.blue;Bryan@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the bed inside and take a seat on the edge of the large mattress, waiting for him to make his intentions known. He doesn't exactly do that, but he sits down, next to you, somewhat hesitant. All he manages for now is wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and you engage by resting your head on his chest, still [[sitting on the bed.|Week 3, Day 4 - Uhh... Sexing Bryan - DFC Lover]]

This goes on for far longer than you expected, a clock near one of the hotel room walls telling you this embrace lasted for nearly twenty minutes now. The only thing less believable would be for you to complain about not having to fuck this dude. So instead you simply enjoy the rest from your otherwise rather eventful days. Nobody can fault you for going along with what this guy does, right? Technically, yes. However, you're dependent on customer satisfaction. If the guy's just feeling you out, or is simply too shy to try anything himself and expects you to take charge, that may reflect poorly on you. Occasionally, you shift your balance a little, wrap your left arms around his stomach sometimes, and even touch his thigh -- after your recent adventures, you didn't expect you'd consider this a daring move ever again -- for a few seconds here and there, to gauge his response. All of your shifting is met by some of his, mostly uncomfortable, it seems to you. The erratic movement in the fabric of his pants is unmistakably a growing erection, which at least tells you you're on the right track. Simple, subtle wiles you didn't use to possess now having such an effect on a guy is causing pride to well up inside you, which makes you somewhat uncomfortable. You can basically feel @@.blue;Bryan@@'s resolve crumbling, whatever reason there might be to have to overcome his resolve in the first place. But somehow, he deems it necessary to keep you at a distance, up until now. Feeling his head move, you look up and find him staring directly into your eyes... almost romantically, despite the situation. As hesitantly as before, @@.blue;Bryan@@'s eyes close and he goes in for a twitchy, nervous kiss. His lips feel nice, there's no denying it, but his attitude is obviously not conducive to the atmosphere. As time goes on, he eases into it though, and gets a little bolder. His right hand snakes down your side and squeezes your rear. You try to give him easier access by shifting your weight, but a few seconds later he pulls back entirely. @@.blue;"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean too... I mean I shouldn't have... Here's the money,"@@ he hands you two $$100 bills.<<set $cash += 200>> That certainly was easy money. Something still irks you about this encounter. That's how far you've come; not being taken advantage of makes you immediately suspicious. Not to mention all this kissing and foreplay has worked you up immediately, though not severely.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> So do you want to poke and prod, or be lame and leave? [[Get investigative.|Week 3, Day 4 - Super Sexing Bryan - DFC Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Go home.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

@@.gold;"What's this all about, am I not pretty enough?"@@ you tease him with a smile and grab his arm, sitting down next to him again. He's visibly irritated, perhaps a subtler approach would have been preferable. Can't change it now though, and he's still rather quiet, you'll just have to feel him out a little more. If he doesn't talk, then you simply have to be a little more forceful. @@.blue;"N-no, you're very... very pretty,"@@ he eventually stammers as a response. @@.gold;"But why do you want me to leave then?"@@ you push him further, @@.gold;"Why don't you want me to stay?"@@ Again, his discomfort couldn't be clearer. @@.blue;"I don't... you don't have to leave"@@, he replies, faster this time, and with less stuttering. That's a start, you suppose. But you still don't get it. Why would he be paying so much money for a little foreplay and then act all shy and distraught? @@.gold;"So what do we do then? I'm boooored,"@@ you continue to tease, your hand once again dropping into his lap, cautiously and subtly caressing his thigh. You will get a complete sentence out of him even if you have to rip the words out of his throat. To this, he merely mumbles an incoherent, inaudible response, so you ask him to please repeat himself. @@.blue;"W-we can't... What if Mom and Dad f-find out?"@@ you barely hear over his stuttering and irregular breathing. Mom and Dad? It takes you a moment, but you begin to make sense of things. He's asking for somebody with a slender build, like a young girl. He's talking about parents as if they're both yours and his, why else would he call them 'Mom and Dad', he'd normally just say 'my parents'. Meaning the reason 'Mom and Dad' aren't allowed to find out about you suggestively touching his thigh is that going any further than that would be incest. Spelling it all out makes it rather obvious why this guy was classified as fucked up, but not dangerous. That category had somewhat confused you before. So he has some kind of incest fantasy with his sister -- imaginary or real. The only question is, will you indulge it? [[Of course you will.|Week 3, Day 4 - Big Bro Bryan - DFC Lover]] He might pay extra, and you may even have some fun yourself. <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[No way.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]] Why take the risk? You already made good money tonight.<<endif>>

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ @@.gold;"Don't worry big bro,"@@ you beam at him, and sit down on his lap, @@.gold;"Mommy and Daddy aren't home tonight; we've got the whole house to ourselves."@@ You go in for another kiss, energetically enough to topple @@.blue;Bryan@@. Now you're both lying on the bed, one step closer to actually making out, instead of some kissing and grabbing. Things quickly heat up from there, and @@.blue;Bryan@@ visibly gets into it more now that you're playing along. Long past caressing your tits, he dares to go after your honeypot.<<if $penis is 1>> @@.gold;Oh, he's in for a surprise.@@<<endif>> His hands inch downwards from your chest, over your belly and your hips, to grab your panties and pull them down. You stretch out your legs to make it easier for him, and soon, your underwear is gone. He breaks the kiss and your embrace to take in the sight. <<if $penis is 1>>@@.blue;"B-but sis..." Bryan@@'s back in stuttering mode. Unable to move, he just kneels in front of the bed, staring at your crotch. You have to hold back laugher, but also know that you should take care of him and keep this roleplay going before he snaps. Moving over to the edge of the bed, you grab him by the shoulders, turn him around and seat him on the mattress before getting on your knees in front of him. @@.gold;"If you keep my secret, I'll keep <em>this</em> one..."@@ you explain to him before wrapping your mouth around his length. Looking up at him, it's clear that he won't be able to react to you much more, there's clearly very little blood left in his brain. <<if $asslube is 0>><<set $submissiveness = 1>>Might as well get yourself prepared then. First one finger, then a second one enter your anus to very lightly stretch your entrance. After a minute or two, your hand wanders to @@.blue;Bryan@@'s shaft, rubbing it for a few seconds -- more to get the saliva on there than for actual stimulation. Your fingers then wander back to your sphincter and keep massaging it, ranging from gentle prodding to three-finger-fucking yourself before letting @@.blue;Bryan@@ enter you.<<else>>Since you don't have much to prepare, you can mostly concentrate on your blowjob technique. Your ass has long ago started running girlcum down your legs, you barely even muster the courage to touch your rear entrance. Still, you resolve to stretch yourself a bit before letting @@.blue;Bryan@@ enter you.<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>And it clearly is too much for him to handle. @@.blue;Bryan@@ freezes up at the sight of your @@.gold;perfect pussy@@. Unable to move, he just kneels in front of the bed, staring at your crotch. You have to hold back laugher, but also know that you should take care of him and keep this roleplay going before he snaps. Moving over to the edge of the bed, you grab him by the shoulders, turn him around and seat him on the mattress before getting on your knees in front of him. @@.gold;"If you don't tell Mommy and Daddy about seeing little sis' pussy, I won't tell them about <em>this</em>..."@@ you explain to him before wrapping your mouth around his length. Looking up at him, it's clear that he won't be able to react to you much more, there's clearly very little blood left in his brain. Good, that leaves you to concentrate on the blowjob. You slobber over @@.gold;big bro@@'s cock noisily, leaving trails of saliva everywhere over the bed and his crotch. Just like your mouth, your snatch is starting to drip its juices everywhere, and just a minute or so of sucking sees you more than ready to have your muff stuffed. You give him a couple more moments in your warm, inviting mouth before letting him enter you for good.<<endif>> But now you figure it's about time for that. Drawing back from his cock with a wet slurping noise, @@.blue;Bryan@@ doesn't even react to the interrupted fellatio, apparently he's in his own little world now. As you move to climb back up the bed, your eyes drift toward your purse that you dropped nearby, and two scrunchies catch your gaze. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>... She knew you'd come here and what @@.blue;Bryan@@'s all about. Regardless, there's no danger to it, and it'll help with the role. With surprisingly adept hands, you tie your hair into pigtails, immediately making you look ten years younger, like a high school senior, @@.gold;although it would help if you didn't have precum dripping down the corner of your mouth@@. Here you are, approaching the finish line, you push @@.blue;Bryan@@ to fall on his back and straddle him, finally being face-to-face with him again. At a moment's notice, he seems to react to you again, like he just woke up from a restful slumber, now hardly able to believe his luck. You insert his meat into your under a heavy breath and a silent moan. When you open your eyes again, @@.blue;Bryan@@ stares at you in amazement. @@.blue;"I can't... Sis, I didn't know you were so... dirty,"@@ he tells you, incredulous. You whisper into his ear, @@.gold;"For you I am, big bro"@@, followed by a smile and a tremendous cry of pleasure as you impale yourself on @@.gold;big bro@@'s rod. Just to avoid having to watch his shocked, frankly stupid-looking face, you go in for a kiss you won't break until you've got him of for good. And on that topic, you don't break rhythm either, your ass still slapping on @@.blue;Bryan@@'s pelvis with force and in steady intervals. He's definitely not the best you had; sex with him isn't all that different to boning a dead fish you imagine, all you get is some occasional twitching and a constantly gasping mouth. The quality is definitely not in the act itself, but you have to admit that somewhere in the middle, you stopped playing along for him and actually started to enjoy playing the role of his perverted <<if $penis is 1>>'sister'<<elseif $penis is 0>>sister<<endif>>. @@.blue;Bryan@@'s clearly not very experienced either. Your thoughts drift, pondering what it would feel like to deflower a virgin, somebody who can't believe that @@.gold;a knock-out@@ like you would defile herself in bed with a down-on-his-luck guy like him. Pondering has to be cut short though, interrupted by @@.blue;Bryan@@ who actually wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him before unloading deep, deep inside you, as far as he can reach toward your @@.gold;center@@. The warmth entering and heating you up is prompting spams of your own, declaring the arrival of your own orgasm. Your juices shoot <<if $penis is 1>>all the way up @@.blue;Bryan@@'s belly, forming a sticky puddle there.<<elseif $penis is 0>>all over @@.blue;Bryan@@'s dick, basically soaking his scrotum and the sheets beneath in clear pussymilk.<<endif>> You don't expect him to be with you anytime soon, so might as well get dressed. That was <em>fun</em>. No doubt about it, this will have consequences for your transformation, you already feel a little shorter, in fact... but you needed this. This was good for you. It felt good. A while later, even @@.blue;Bryan@@ comes to. You didn't want to leave without saying goodbye;and especially not without getting paid. He catches onto that quickly enough and hands you another 200 bucks without speaking a word.<<set $cash += 200>> You doubt that he could anyway. Which gives you a fun idea. @@.gold;"Gee, thanks so much bro! I love you, please call me again soon,"@@ you chirp, hugging him from the side and stroking his cock with your thigh. That's a goodbye he won't soon forget. Well, the hotel's booked for the whole night, so if he finds himself stunned, he'll be taken care of in the morning at the latest. With a victorious smile on your lips, you leave the hotel behind and [[return to your apartment.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]

<em>The following scenes have been written by none other than JoeForest from TFGS! Author of [[The Collar|http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=483]], [[The Broken Sensor|http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=679]] and [[S.L.U.T. Academy|http://www.tfgamessite.com/index.php?module=viewgame&id=574]], as well as Total Immersion on [[hentaifoundry|http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/JoeForest/19339/Total-Immersion]] and [[tgstorytime|http://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3064]].</em> <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Jim@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a middle-aged guy greets you. There's really very little distinguishable features about him, he's pretty much your average Joe. At the very least he seems to find you attractive. @@.gold;Who wouldn't?@@ @@.blue;Jim@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. @@.blue;Jim@@ pulls up a chair and sits opposite you, obviously nervous. @@.blue;"So, aha, youâ€™re my girl for the evening then?â€@@ @@.gold;Well, this is new...@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Yeah, I- all yours."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Yeah, Iâ€™m all yours."@@<<endif>> Leaning forward, you give him a great view of your generous @@.gold;cleavage@@ â€“ but he doesnâ€™t seem all that interested. @@.blue;"Okay then... erm, can I see your p-pussy?"@@ @@.gold;This has to be his first time, poor thing.@@ Smirking, you stand up and turn around, before slipping out of your dress and bending over in front of him. From the stifled gasp, it seems that the sight of your bare crotch almost gave him a heart attack. Intending to ease him in slowly, you turn your head to give him a smouldering look â€“ only to see that heâ€™s already dropped his trousers, a rock hard cock pointed straight out from his crotch. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh -y, you like what you see-EEEH~!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh my, you like what you see-EEEH~!"@@<<endif>>, [[he takes you off your game.|Week 3, Day 4 - Sexing Jim - Creampie Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ \ He rushed forward with no warning, quickly shoving his bare cock into your exposed @@.gold;pussy@@. Grabbing a firm hold of your hips, @@.blue;Jim@@ pushes you face down on the bed, before thrusting @@.gold;balls deep@@ inside of you. Leaning over you, and not stopping his pounding for a second, he whispers in your ear. @@.blue;"Are you on the pill,@@ @@.gold;whore?"@@ Thinking back, you remember the pills that <<if $contraception3 is 1>>you bought from <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> â€“ the pills that you hope is going to spare you any more problems than you already have to cope with.<<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> offered you â€“ the pills which seem much more appealing now that thereâ€™s actually a dick in your hole.<<endif>> <<if $contraception3 is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Y-yes, I a-."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Y-yes, I am."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"No... I- not."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"No... Iâ€™m not."@@<<endif>><<endif>> <<if $contraception3 is 1>>@@.blue;Jim@@ stops for just a second, before countering, @@.blue;"Well, gonna have to work a bit harder than, huh?"@@<<else>>@@.blue;Jim@@ stops for just a second, before whispering one final word to you. â€œ@@.blue;Good.@@â€<<endif>> Immediately, he then goes on the offensive again, pounding against your (@@.gold;fertile?@@) cunt even harder than before. While you didnâ€™t get a good look before, you can tell that @@.blue;Jim@@ possesses one of the larger cocks youâ€™ve serviced, your pussy walls gripping tight around him as he pistons back and forth. @@.gold;What if... what if I can get pregnant?@@ The thought is quickly driven from your mind, however, as @@.blue;Jim@@ snakes a hand around to rub at your new @@.gold;clit@@, eliciting a sensual @@.gold;moan@@ from your swollen lips. Now more than ever youâ€™re pushing back against him, @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s trying to fit as much as possible inside you. Pretty quickly, the pleasure piled up overflows into a @@.gold;moaning orgasm@@, your legs shaking and @@.gold;cunt@@ twitching. This in turn seems to push @@.blue;Jim@@ closer to his limit, as he pushes into you harder than ever, the tip of his dick pressed right up against your cervix. @@.blue;"Beg for it... beg for my cum,@@ @@.gold;slut!"@@ You canâ€™t stop yourself, helpless before the dick inside of you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-lease! Do it inside, -reed me!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Please! Do it inside, breed me!"@@<<endif>> With a final grunt, @@.blue;Jim@@ came explosively, the inevitable wave of thick @@.gold;semen@@, pumped directly into your hot @@.gold;womb@@. Holding himself there, @@.blue;Jim@@ fires off round after round inside of you, gripping tighter to your hips each time. @@.gold;Now thatâ€™s what I call a creampie...@@ [img[images/crpi1.jpg]] Finally, he slowly pulls out of you, throwing a wad of bills onto the bed in front of you. @@.blue;"$300, as agreed."@@<<set $cash += 300>> Still pretty out of it, you shift your eyes to take a look at the money. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Yeah... looks a-out right..."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Yeah... looks about right..."@@<<endif>> Unsteadily, you start to get to your feet, but @@.blue;Jim@@ gently places a hand on your back, stopping you. @@.blue;"Although... for twice that again, Iâ€™ve got something else in mind..."@@ Apparently, your performance was so good, heâ€™s convinced that youâ€™ll be worth the money for this next part. He does, however, warn you that it might get a bit... intense. @@.gold;As if what you just did wasnâ€™t intense enough already.@@ Asking him for more information doesnâ€™t yield much, but he does say that <<if $contraception3 is 1>>he wouldnâ€™t place too much faith into your birth control after this<<else>>there's no way he's going to be paying child support after this<<endif>>. [[Accept his offer?|Week 3, Day 4 - Devouring Jim - Creampie Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Or do you turn him down, and return home?|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]] @@.gold;I think Iâ€™ve had enough for today.@@<<endif>>

<<set $condomallergy = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 2>><<endif>>\ \ \ You think it over for a second, before nodding. @@.gold;"Iâ€™ll do it."@@ @@.blue;Jim@@ breaks out into a wide smile, @@.blue;"Brilliant! Now, you roll onto your back, let me just grab a couple of things."@@ Obeying him, you slowly roll over, your legs still dangling off the edge of the bed, as @@.gold;jizz@@ slowly starts to leak out of you. The first thing that @@.blue;Jim@@ brings over to you is one of the pillows from the bed, which he places under your arse, angling your crotch toward the ceiling and stopping any more @@.gold;cum@@ from escaping. @@.gold;I should remember that one...@@ Taking a small blister pack out of his pocket, he pops out two of the pills and quickly dry swallows them. At your questioning look, he only gestures to his rapidly hardening dick. @@.blue;"Keeps me hard, and keeps me cumming!"@@ @@.gold;Ooh, brilliant!@@ Practically wriggling in anticipation, you gasp as @@.blue;Jim@@ presses himself up against your sloppy, and still very sensitive, pussy. @@.blue;"Now then, letâ€™s see how much more your little cunt can take..."@@ Grabbing onto your hips again, he slides inside of you even more easily this time, and you realise something else. As youâ€™re facing him this time, you can see the look on his face â€“ almost predatory, and very @@.gold;dominating@@, although youâ€™re not really very hard to dominate. You really are nothing but a @@.gold;whore@@ to him, a life support system for your wet cunt. @@.gold;I was wrong... heâ€™s definitely done this before.@@ Looking further down, you almost immediately cum from what you see, as your stomach is bulging in time with @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s thrusts; it seems that your smaller stature is having more of an effect on your physiology though, as all you feel is increasing waves of pleasure from the increased stretching. Almost too soon, @@.blue;Jim@@ tenses up again, another forceful ejaculation finding itself deep inside your @@.gold;love tunnel@@, triggering your second orgasm of the night. Before you have time to come down from it though, @@.blue;Jim@@ quickly starts up again, still as hard as ever. @@.gold;OMG, those pills are amazing!@@ Without being asked this time, you start begging again, wanting nothing more than a fresh batch of jizz inside of you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-oooore, I neeeed it... ahn~... e--ty your -alls inside -e!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mo-ore, I neeeed it... ahn~... empty your balls into me!"@@<<endif>> @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s third load of cum quickly follows, along with another orgasm of yours, with which you show your earlier talent of squirting violently over his abs. Completely ignoring it, @@.blue;Jim@@ still doesnâ€™t let up, as he reaches into his pocket for a second time. Still dick-dumb, it takes you a second to see what heâ€™s holding up. [img[images/sperm_pendant.jpg]] @@.blue;"Iâ€™m going to put this on that choker of yours nowâ€¦ apparently itâ€™ll help you like this sort of thing even more."@@<<set $creampiePendant = 1>> Flashes of worry go through your mind, but youâ€™re having trouble focussing on why putting a pendant of a sperm cell on your magic collar might be a bad idea. As he leans forward over your body, @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s cock takes on a deeper angle inside of you as you cum once again, so you hardly notice the surprisingly loud *click* of the pendant attaching to your choker. A deep shiver runs through you, from your neck down to concentrate on your warm @@.gold;prick-holster@@, which explodes again in pleasure when @@.blue;Jim@@ fills you up for a fourth time, each time feeling even thicker and more potent than the last. [img[images/crpi2.jpg]] Finally, he withdraws from your battered slit, your upturned position still working to keep the mass of baby-batter dripping into your womb. @@.gold;Exactly as it should.@@ Fetching his wallet, @@.blue;Jim@@ retrieves six crisp $$100 bills, before shoving them crudely into your cum drenched hole, where they act as a makeshift (and very expensive) plug.<<set $cash += 600>> @@.blue;Jim@@ doesnâ€™t say anything more to you, leaving your womb to marinade in his @@.gold;nut-butter@@ as he quickly redresses himself and leaves. @@.gold;I hope I see him again...@@ Soon enough, you gather the energy (and motivation) to get up from the bed, where you surprisingly made very little mess. It seems that @@.blue;Jim@@ was very good at getting all of his cum where he wanted â€“ and the wad of bills stuck in your cunt was going to stay there until you got home to a shower. @@.gold;No point letting anything go to waste!@@ On the journey home, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>â€™s voice rings out in your head.\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>\ @@.red;"Dear lord, that was rough. Four loads in one evening, all by one client. Keep going like this and you're going to surpass me during my best days."@@ You blush, not sure whether out of embarrassment or shy pride. @@.red;"Quite daunting too, go on like you are and no birth control on the planet can save you from pregnancy." "Speaking of birth control, I'm sure you can't wait to hear what your new accessory does!"@@ Reaching up, you touch the silver pendant with one hand, as a shiver focuses on your crotch again, feeling a bit too good for your tastes. @@.red;"Oh, I hope you didn't think this gift was purely cosmetic. No, even though I doubt your clients will offer it, you should decline condoms from now on, for your own sake. The reaction to it... well, I suppose it's in the eye of the beholder, I'm sure you would revel in the feeling, after your performance tonight."@@ She chuckles characteristically and takes her leave, so to speak.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>\ @@.bunny;"Like, oh-em-gee,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, that was sooo hot! I canâ€™t believe youâ€™ve got 4 yummy loads of cum just sittinâ€™ inside of you right this second! Iâ€™m so jealous! Anyways, I just looove the new addition to your choker, Iâ€™m kinda surprised you went for it so eagerly!"@@ Reaching up, you touch the silver pendant with one hand, as a shiver focuses on your crotch again. @@.gold;Yep, Iâ€™m not even going to try and take this thing off.@@ @@.bunny;"Now, you probably wanna know what it does, and I thiiiink it stops you from using icky condoms. I mean, whoâ€™d even do that anyway? But ya, itâ€™s all bareback from now on! Anâ€™ if your coochie DOES work, then youâ€™re gonna be preggers in no time! Yay! Anyway, I gotta go anâ€™ do some boring stuff now. Buh-bye!"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>\ @@.orange;"Good to see you keep working hard, dear. I'm not surprised that you've so readily sold yourself, but to that extent... I must say I did not expect that. To think we spent so much time talking about birth control, if you keep going like this, you won't have to waste another thought on it."@@ She finishes the sentence with a throaty chuckle. @@.orange;"On that topic, your options are going to be limited from now on. I would strongly advise not letting your numerous customers put on condoms, if you should ever find somebody who wants to. That cute little pendant that you so greedily acquired will make sure the experience would be... a little too pleasant, even for you. But don't take my word for it, I won't complain if you're looking for empirical evidence. In fact, I expect and await it gleefully. See you then."@@<<endif>> More disastrous news. It's hard for you to feel anything about it really. As if the humiliation from the shape of this pendant wasn't enough, of course it has to magically force some sort of allergy to condoms onto you. [[You walk back home|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]], hoping you don't have to seriously contemplate pregnancy.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, or considering how you look at the moment in general. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Todd@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, an... honestly pathetic-looking guy greets you. His voice is somewhat squeaky and he sweats rather noticeably at your sight. @@.gold;Best to take it as a compliment.@@ He's really short too. Especially with your heels you tower over him, but even without them, damn. @@.blue;Todd@@ asks you to come in after a long, awkward pause, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. Fortunately, it only takes a minute or two for him to speak up in his weird voice. Immediately, @@.blue;Todd@@ is pretty forward, and asks you to show what you have... down below, seemingly unconvinced that you could honestly be a genetic male. @@.gold;A...nother compliment, you suppose?@@ Complying, you expose your crotch for him to see. He seems taken in by the sight of your <<if $transformationProgress is 0>>6 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>5.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>4.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>>4 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 5>>3.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 6>>3 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 7>>2.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 8>>2 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 9>>1.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 10>>1 inch oversized clitoris<<endif>>, hardly able to believe his luck. Enchanted, he suddenly kneels before you and surprises you by starting to [[lick it.|Week 3, Day 4 - Sexing Todd - Shemale Lover]]

Wow, this guy has some experience, you can tell. You've had quite a few sexual encounters with various ladies, most of all <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, and you have to say, his tongue is definitely among the better ones. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't intend this to be how the evening ends though. After a few minutes of ministration, he grabs your legs and flaps you on your back, unresisting. @@.blue;Todd@@ disconnects from your @@.gold;guyclit@@ with a pop and enters you quite roughly through your rear immediately. He's already gotten hard just from blowing you. @@.gold;If you're not careful, you're going to get outslutted here.@@ It's not exactly big, but you're worked up enough already that it should do the job for you. Beginning to thrust, @@.blue;Todd@@ is fucking you, and while it's pleasant, you have to put in some acting to really convince him. At first he was standing, but starts leaning onto you now, trying to kiss you. Quickly, he realises that he's physically too short for that, and thus opts to suck on your teats instead. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>@@.gold;Oof, you don't mind, that feels <em>great</em>!@@ It gets you seriously worked up.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> As time goes on, the pleasure progressively becomes more and more real, and less of an act. Regardless, when @@.blue;Todd@@ suddenly speeds up, it's much too early, and while you felt really damn good up until now, the dwindling orgasm makes you quite frustrated.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> Even the hot seed invading your ass isn't quite enough to get you off. Well, you should have known life as a prostitute isn't <em>that</em> cozy. Or cozy in any way, now that you think about it. This is far from your worst problem though, so sulking over it is pointless. Maybe you'll just finish the job yourself when you're back home. Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel something [[enter your ass again.|Week 3, Day 4 - Todd Wants You - Shemale Lover]]

What the hell? The deal clearly said <em>once</em>, not as often as he likes. You push @@.blue;Todd@@ off with your legs, and tell him exactly that, sitting up on the bed. @@.gold;"Hey, stop that, you only paid for o--ackk"@@, your voice is cut off by the short guy jumping on the bed and trying, and succeeding, to enter your mouth for a second round. As a result, you're coughing a little, which in turn helps to push him off you another time. <<if $submissiveness gte 4>><<if $obedience lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<elseif $obedience is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ However, your efforts turn out to be futile. @@.blue;Todd@@ speedily moves behind you now and wraps his right arm around your waist, preventing you from getting up. How is his right arm so strong, fuck, you can't get out! He proceeds to pull you into his lap and this time enters you for good. Testing his strength meekly one more time, you surrender to the situation at hand. You simply cannot escape his grasp. Might as well make the best of it. Hesitantly, you get yourself back into the rhythm, bobbing up and down on his thighs. Now that @@.blue;Todd@@ showed you how strong he is, it feels like... kind of like you're melting inside. Like you're swooning over how he's holding you right now. @@.gold;Using@@ you as he pleases. That thought shoots you over the edge, some small strings of cum drooping down your dick @@.gold;cutely@@. This is far from done however. @@.blue;Todd@@ barely reacts to your scream of pleasure, although you think you could see a fleeting grin on his face. So he continues @@.gold;abusing your body like the cocksleeve you are@@ for hours, barely giving you a rest. Finally though, he's injected you with his final load of cum, filling you pretty much to the brim, before falling asleep out of exhaustion. You could use a little rest too, but don't take too much time to clear your head. Fortunately, you've got your wits about you pretty quickly, so you check your holes to avoid leaking all over your clothes, which you put on afterwards. There's just one more risk you need to take before leaving. The money. Good for you that @@.blue;Todd@@ actually threw his pants on the floor at some point during the evening. Moving closer, you pick through every pocket of the jeans, until you finally strike gold. Sifting through the wallet, you find $$400 in cash! He probably brought it as a backup strategy for when his rape plans wouldn't work. @@.gold;You're glad they did, though...@@ Just to fuck with him for putting you through this, you throw some of the cards out of the window and put the wallet back into his pants, maybe he won't even notice right away.<<set $cash += 400>> Looks like you have everything taken care off. Not wanting to risk waking that @@.gold;lovely@@ guy up, [[you head home.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]\ \ <<else>><<set $quiz3 = 1>>However, that doesn't help you much. @@.blue;Todd@@ quickly moves to your back and wraps his right arm around your waist. Damn, how is his right arm so strong? You're absolutely unable to escape his grasp by sheer force, you keep pulling but he doesn't budge an inch. Just as he's pulling you onto his lap, your struggling earns you a lucky hit, your elbow connecting right with his chin, knocking him backwards. <strong>Yes</strong>, this is your chance! You make a run for it and on the way out, grab the money @@.blue;Todd@@ left on the table near the entrance. Sucks that you got undressed at one point during the evening, because you sure didn't have time to get dressed in such an elaborate outfit while fleeing. So here you are, standing naked in a corner of the lobby, heaving and exhausted, counting the money you snatched. @@.gold;"ONE-HUNDRED DOLLARS?!"@@, you nearly blurt out. The agreed upon amount was $$300. This bastard planned not only tried to rape you, but also to rip you off. Which leaves you with the next problem.<<set $cash += 100>> Getting home. Naked. This is going to be great. The silver lining here is probably that it's late enough for the streets to be fairly empty, and your apartment being close enough to the hotel. Regardless, you get a fair amount of cars passing you by and honking, despite you hurrying up to get back home. Taking a bus would probably have been faster, but you definitely weren't comfortable riding it naked. Receiving so much male attention for your @@.gold;sexy@@ body has left you @@.gold;quite flushed@@.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> When you set foot into your apartment, the realisation that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> only gave you the one outfit immediately dawns on you. You can't go naked for the whole remainder of the week... before you can even consider possible solutions, a voice appears in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Looking good,"@@ it sneers.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Sexy bitch! *teehee*,"@@ it celebrates.<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Interesting style choice,"@@ it mocks you.<<endif>> Of course, her. This can only go wrong. \ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Don't worry, I saw what happened and already had your wardrobe re-stocked with the same piece you chose. Wouldn't want you deprived of your dress of choice. You'll just owe me a little favour<<if $quizLost is 1 or $quizLost2 is 1>>, but you know how that feels already<<endif>>,"@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ announces.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I saw totally everything and super quickly snuck into your mansion to put the same clothes into your wardrobe again. You loved them so much, I didn't want to disappoint you! But now you owe me, like, tons. You'll have a chance to get even soon, don't worry,"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ announces cheerfully.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"No need to be afraid, I saw your little predicament and acted accordingly. Your wardrobe has been restocked with the outfit of your choice. Don't rack your brain over how you're going to repay this debt, I'll come up with something soon,"@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@ delights in telling you.<<endif>> Fantastic. Can't wait to see how that plays out. Anyway, you've [[arrived home|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]] after quite a shitty day.<<endif>>

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Dominic@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a buff guy greets you. Well, more or less. Before shooting you a single short glance, he just tells you to come in curtly. Your legs are shaking slightly, your panties damp already. @@.gold;You could easily imagine to fall asleep in those arms...@@ You shyly make your way in, set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting anxiously for him to make his intentions known. He does so rather quickly, eyeing you all over. @@.blue;"Yeah, you'll do nicely"@@, he declares, making you @@.gold;blush@@. @@.blue;"Kneel."@@ This time, it's a forceful command. You hesitate for a second, taken aback by the sudden order. A moment later, he takes a step closer to you and glares at you sternly, reinforcing his command. @@.gold;Naturally@@, [[you obey.|Week 3, Day 4 - Sexing Dominic - Dominant Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ @@.blue;"Present yourself"@@, he demands next. You catch on to what he means. Fiddling with your clothes, you free up access to your crotch, trying your best to stay on your knees, and lean backwards once you're done. <<if $penis is 1>>Spotting your @@.gold;cute@@ dick, he asks: @@.blue;"You one of those Thai Ladyboys, huh?"@@ That statement catches you off-guard. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"N-no, I- not!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"N-no, I'm not!"@@<<endif>>, you nervously blurt out in a rush, and you're glad that's all that comes out of your mouth. Because in your head, the next words were: @@.gold;"I'm Japanese!"@@ These fucking chokers are chipping away at the last vestiges of your identity and it only gets worse the more flustered you feel. @@.blue;"Sure you're not"@@, @@.blue;Dominic@@ seemingly agrees with your protest. You still glare at him defiantly. @@.blue;"Tell you what, I heard you Orientals are phenomenal cocksuckers."@@ Again, you want to protest pretty much that entire sentence, but he waves you off, and you just meekly quiet down. @@.blue;"So you get over here and suck me off. If you're bad at it, I'll believe every word you say"@@, he pauses a moment, @@.blue;"but if you're good, that tells me you're nothing more than@@ @@.gold;a devious, cock-crazed whore@@@@.blue;, just like I thought"@@, he grins. Hmm, @@.gold;you can't find anything wrong with that logic, sounds fair.@@ You scoot closer to him and look up. @@.blue;Dom@@ still has a grin on his face and nods down at you. So you comply and start rubbing his crotch while you undo his belt and pants. @@.gold;Thai ladyboy, you can't believe it...@@ @@.blue;"Woah, never had a chick so enthusiastic she started trying to get me off before even undoing my pants. Off to a good start, sweetcheeks"@@, he compliments you from above. Before you can help yourself, you dreamily stare into his eyes and smile, but suppress it quickly. You have a point to prove here, concentrate! So you go back to rubbing his crotch and undressing him. Just because he pointed it out doesn't mean you'll change your behaviour, you make your own choices. @@.gold;You go girl!@@ Finally, you made it. @@.blue;Dom@@'s cock flops out of his pants and in front of your face. It's not huge, neither the biggest one you've seen so far, but definitely a respectable size, above average.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so -ig!"@@<<else>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so big!"@@<<endif>>, it escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself. Nervous, you look up to gauge his reaction, and you can see the same confident smile raining down on you. You're not doing much to disprove his theory so far and he seems to know it. @@.gold;Who cares, get to work sweetie!@@ Good idea. Continuing your stroking, you simultaneously take @@.blue;Dom@@ into your mouth and get to sucking. He's big enough that you're going to need your hands to help you for the most part, and he seems to appreciate it enough. Actually, he's up for a reward, he's complimented you again and again tonight. So you move your hands from his rod to his balls, and start massaging them gently. In addition, you look up into his eyes right before shoving yourself further down his cock slowly, producing a gurgling, gagging sound until your lips touch his pelvis. Looking up helps you take the dick all the way into your throat, and enables you to see @@.blue;Dom@@ looking up in reaction to your ministrations too, moaning loudly. @@.gold;Oh my, he's loving it, I must be doing a great job.@@ Is that really what you want? It must be, why else would you be doing it... Confirming this sentiment, @@.blue;Dom@@ starts resting his right hand gently on the back of your head, making you feel @@.gold;warm and fuzzy@@, even more than the exciting, enticing bobbing of your head already does. And just as you thought you couldn't love this more, the hand laying on your head tenses up and pushes you enough for your nose to make contact with his pelvis once again, easily. A familiar twitch. Then the flood gates are opened and waves of white cream are pumped straight into your stomach, only adding to all the warm feelings right now. What are these feelings? It's not just sexual pleasure, you're feeling safe and sheltered in @@.blue;Dominic@@'s presence, you have a hard time imagining yourself leaving. But for now, it's much more pleasant to bathe in the pure pleasure of the situation, and your lover seems to follow that path as well. You both sit down in front of the bed, leaning against it, both utterly satisfied. @@.blue;"Shit, girl"@@, @@.blue;Dom@@ blurts out after a good minute of catching his breath. @@.blue;"I said you look like a good cocksucker, but you're a motherfucking champion!"@@ You blush and ejaculate furiously on your thighs upon having your dicksucking skills complimented. This seems to happen to you a lot, maybe it's time to take @@.gold;pride@@ in your whoring ability. He reminds you of the 'agreement' you two made before you got started. @@.blue;"Guess you have some skills not even you were aware of. Seems like I was right."@@ Is he, though? [[Maybe he is?|Week 3, Day 4 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover][$thaiName = 1, $firstname = "Kamlai"]] You certainly <em>feel</em> Thai, now that he reminds you... [[No, he's being crazy.|Week 3, Day 4 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover]] Thai Ladyboy? What a douchebag. <hr> <strong>Out-of-Character, spoiler(ish) warning:</strong> If you answer this in the affirmative, it <em>will</em> lock you out of some choices later! If you are unsure whether you want to take that risk, <strong>save</strong> the game here.\ \ <<else>>He inspects your @@.gold;beautiful@@ cleft with a testing glance. @@.blue;"You're a pretty cute girl"@@, he compliments you. Your cheeks redden noticeably. @@.blue;"How come a girl that pretty goes into a racket like this one?"@@ How much you wish you had an answer to that question. Since telling him is hardly an option, you just furrow your eyebrows adorably and shrug subtly. @@.blue;"Well, I certainly won't complain to have you here, gorgeous."@@ Oh please just stop. It's almost belittling now, @@.gold;and that's exactly what's starting to get you wet@@. @@.blue;Dominic@@ throws you two scrunchies. Or hair ties, or whatever you call them. You pick them up and shoot him a questioning glance. @@.blue;"Get prepared. Pigtails. One to the left, one to the right, I'm sure you know the drill."@@ Actually, you don't, but it is a pretty cute look for a girl, so @@.gold;you can't wait@@--it makes sense. You take care parting your hair and grabbing the most of one side, threading it through one of the scrunchies. Then take the rest of it and fasten it with the other one. That was way easier than you imagined, which is creeping you out. Turning your head, you lock eyes with your reflection in a nearby mirror. The sight turns your unease into a shiver of arousal. @@.blue;"Great, you can follow orders too. We're going to get along just fine, I think"@@, you heard from behind you, @@.blue;"but if you want to make sure, how about you move your mouth a little closer to me?"@@ Wow, subtle. Still, this is what he's paying for, and this is what he'll get. You scoot closer to him and look up. @@.blue;Dom@@ has a grin on his face and nods down at you. So you comply and start rubbing his crotch while you undo his belt and pants. @@.blue;"Woah, never had a chick so enthusiastic she started trying to get me off before even undoing my pants. Off to a good start, sweetcheeks"@@, he compliments you from above. Before you can help yourself, you dreamily stare into his eyes and smile, but suppress it quickly. Snap out of it! This is your job, why are you feeling like this? Okay, concentrate on the job at hand. You continue to fumble the zipper and belt on @@.blue;Dominic@@'s pants until you're finally face-to-face with his dick flopping against your forehead, causing you to @@.gold;giggle@@. It's not the biggest one you've seen so far, but above average for sure. Certainly bigger than any dick size you used to sport before.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so -ig!"@@<<else>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so big!"@@<<endif>>, it escapes your mouth. Obviously, @@.blue;Dom@@ likes to hear that, smiles at you confidently and you think it's time to start putting some real work in. With a dick that big in front of you, just your mouth might not suffice though, especially with your choker not helping train <em>these</em> skills at the moment. So your hands will have to help out, jerking the base, while your lips are sealing tightly around the shaft, bobbing up and down. You're getting good at this! However, @@.blue;Dom@@ seems to think you could be doing better. You feel hands grabbing your pigtails, holding them tightly. In reaction, you peer up at him with a confused look on your face, yet not ceasing to pleasure his cock. He breathes in deeply and smiles back at you. @@.gold;Looks like he really likes eye contact during a blowjob, good to know.@@ But it's more than that, as he makes clear a moment later. @@.blue;Dom@@ suddenly uses his grip on your hair to thrust you down his dick, your lips pushing your hands off his shaft. Having taken you by surprise, you cough and sputter a little around his cock, and he lets you off to catch your breath a second. Literally only a second though, before you are impaled on the hard rod once again, all the way down. @@.blue;"Always keep two scrunchies with me when I know I'll have a wild night. Those@@ @@.gold;fuckhandles@@ @@.blue;of yours are both sexy and useful, aren't they?"@@ @@.gold;Sure are... You're learning a lot today.@@ And you're going to learn what @@.blue;Dom@@'s seed tastes like, because he's pulling you so far down that your nose is touching his pelvis again, his cock twitching the moment it enters your throat for good. Good is exactly how you feel, and drunkenly looking at @@.blue;Dom@@ tells you he had a wonderful time too. Actually, he tells you so quite literally too. @@.blue;"Damn girl, you looked like a terrific cocksucker, but I had no idea!"@@, he praises your skills, which you take @@.gold;great pride@@ in. It's not time to relax just yet though, [[there's still some work to be done.|Week 3, Day 4 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover]] He doesn't pay you that much money for one single blowjob.<<endif>>

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $submissiveness = 2>><<endif>>\ <<if $thaiName is 1>>Yeah, sure, of course you're Thai, right? Your beautiful tan skin and slanted eyes seem to indicate exactly that. If only you could get your skin closer to a porcelain white, like all the women in cosmetics ads back home. At least the locals seem to like a tan, but you find yourself criticising it on occasion, and trying to avoid catching too much sun in the summer. <<endif>><<if $penis is 1>>Still, you've got work left to do. But it's not up to you. Again, @@.blue;Dom@@ insists on being in charge, @@.gold;just like you want it@@.<<else>>Just like he did for the rest of the evening, @@.blue;Dominic@@ is eager to take the reins.<<endif>> He surprises you by unveiling he brought a crazy arrange of bondage equipment along, and you've got a feeling he's not waiting for you to restrain him. Turns out, your intuition was correct. The is going to be a long evening. First, he straps you into something that [[binds your arms|armbinder - Day 4]] behind your back. It's a weird sort of restraint, but the leather feels pretty @@.gold;sexy@@ against your skin. Easily being able to handle you from behind, your <<if $penis is 1>>rear<<else>>pussy<<endif>> is next to @@.gold;serve its purpose@@. Your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<else>>slit<<endif>> is being used and abused, with @@.blue;Dom@@ exploiting the leverage he has over you by always having your arms under control. It's not really necessary though, you're quite content with your @@.gold;role@@. By the time he's finished with you from behind, and looking forward to use the next piece of equipment, you're pretty out of it already. This is exhausting, and you're giving him @@.gold;your all@@. He fastens something around your mouth and the back of your head. When it's secured, he forces your lips apart, and your teeth on a round piece of metal. By the time he's finished, you sluggishly realise you can no longer bite down or close your mouth, causing you to drool uncontrollably. <center>[img[images/ringgag.jpg]]</center> @@.blue;Dom@@ moves to make use of this next compromising situation. Even if you wanted to, resisting would be impossible. @@.gold;Good thing you're loving it then.@@ Since your lips are immobile, your throat is seeing a lot more use than the first time, not that you mind. In your current dazed state, your gag reflex is out of the picture anyway, making this whole act easier, in fact. Your throat is massaging the rod pistoning in and out of it, forming a tight seal around it. Through your training with your cumslut choker and your almost drugged state of dizziness, you have an easy time getting the best out of @@.blue;Dom@@. @@.gold;His seed.@@ Eventually he starts to get tired and shoots another respectable load into your stomach, just about when your throat is so numb you can barely swallow your saliva even after getting rid of the ring gag. @@.gold;With how much cum you've got in your belly, who needs spit anyway?@@ <<if $throatclit is 1>>By now, you can hardly feel any sensation in your throat that you would expect, even after you were modified during your tryst with Jonathan. What you do feel however, that the pleasure from before is not willing to leave you alone, and wears you down even further.<<endif>> Seems like that's it for the night. When it comes to the money, @@.blue;Dominic@@ turns out to be a stand-up guy. The deal was $$300, but he actually gives you a whopping $$600 cash!<<set $cash += 600>> @@.blue;"Never had a girl as good as you, and I like to reward that. I sincerely hope you stick with this whoring thing, I'd hate for this to be farewell."@@ Even after having come down off your @@.gold;cock trance@@ you feel deeply flattered. You give him a grateful, adorable peck on the cheek, [[before taking your leave with a heavy heart.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]] He took such great care of you, it's tough to imagine you might never see him again.

<center>[img[images/armbinder.jpg]]</center> <<back>>

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Takahiro@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a young Japanese guy greets you. Eye contact however, seems to be an issue for him. He's looking to the floor, blushing. @@.gold;Off to a good start, he's putty in your hands.@@ @@.blue;Takahiro@@ quietly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. After a few awkward glances and some fidgeting, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ leaves to fetch something, and comes back with some costumes. The set he's carrying is pretty much comprised of your standard fetishised outfits. School uniform, nurse, policewoman... He shoots you a quick questioning glance, as if unsure whether you're up to this at all. But mostly you think he wants you to pick one outfit. You take the nurse costume and get dressed in front of him, giving him a bit of a show. Suddenly, looking at you isn't so difficult for him anymore. <center>[img[images/nurse.jpg]]</center> [[It's a tight fit|Week 3, Day 4 - Sexing Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]], the agency must've given him your measurements or something.

<<set $cosplaystages = 1>>@@.blue;Takahiro@@ looks so adorable, squirming at your sight. @@.gold;Not as cute as you though!@@ His discomfort obvious, you try to ease him into it and more importantly, attempt to get into the role. Not like you have a lot of experience playing a sexy nurse. @@.gold;It's up to you to change that, honey!@@ @@.gold;"How are we feeling today?"@@, you start off simple, moving towards him, your hands clasped together in front of you. @@.blue;"G-good"@@, is the even simpler answer. You smile warmly at him. @@.gold;"That's great"@@, you come even closer and slightly push him, to sit on the bed. @@.gold;"Why not just have a seat, and we'll see if we can't make you feel even better though. Examination comes first. Let's get your pants off for that."@@ That's exactly how you continue, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants while he sits on the front edge of the mattress. He sure appreciates you bending over right in front of him, your @@.gold;tits@@ pushed up almost into his face. His pants soon go flying into a corner of the room. @@.gold;"That's better! Now let's get a good look"@@, you tease him while dropping to your knees. @@.gold;You're a natural, you're getting into this quite easily.@@ @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s dick invades your mouth just as simply. With practiced ease, you pull out every stop to fellate him perfectly, your tongue swirling around his length at lightning speeds, your eyes fixed on @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s, and a barely noticeable smile on your spread lips. You don't want to finish him with a blowjob though<<if $throatclit is 1>>, even when it feels so right<<endif>>, he deserves a little better. Ejecting his dick from your mouth, you smile up at him, pull your corset down a bit, and envelop his rod with your tits. @@.gold;"Feel better yet?"@@, you ask him. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ doesn't manage more than exclamations of pleasure, making you @@.gold;giggle@@. You grab your jugs and press them together. Briefly, you think about how nice and soft they must feel for <em>him</em>, almost jealous. But those thoughts are gone as quickly as the sperm shooting from his testicles into his dick, and from there on your chin and all over your face.<<if $lactation is 1>> Simultaneously, your tits have warmed up enough to slosh with liquid. Liquid that wants to go somewhere, and that it does. Your milk shoots through the room, quite a few drops hitting @@.blue;Takahiro@@ himself, to his amazement.<<endif>> The hot strings of cum adorning you have you heating up in all kinds of places, your face least of all. <<set $submissiveness += 3>><<if $throatclit is 1>>The newfound sensitivity of your throat doesn't help either.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> @@.blue;Takahiro@@ seems to have enjoyed it immensely, and why wouldn't he? After calming down a bit, he fetches his wallet unasked, and hands you <<if $lactation is 0>>$$200<<set $cash += 200>><<elseif $lactation is 1>>$$200, plus a $$100 tip for that milking action<<set $cash += 300>><<endif>>. However, he says he has another costume, and could go for a more... direct approach. He glances down<<if $penis is 1>>, and you get that he means to hint at your rear<<elseif $penis is 0>> at your pussy<<endif>>. There'd be another $$100 in it for you, he announces. Do you... [[...take the offer?|Week 3, Day 4 - Super Sexing Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[...refuse the offer?|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $cash += 100>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cosplaystages = 2>><center>[img[images/psylocke.jpg]] [img[images/psylocke2.jpg]]</center> Oh my, now that's taking it to another level. You're not sure who this character is, however you <em>are</em> sure you'd be covered in semen at any nerd-filled convention you'd hit in this outfit. Actually, the 'covered in semen' part is still quite likely to happen. Taking the costume and holding it up to your body, you can tell it will be a tight fit, but that looks like an intentional design philosophy. Once you manage to press yourself inside it, you're quite certain that the agency had something to do with this costume, or maybe even <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> herself. No other way that this thing fits you like it was moulded over your body. Hands grabbing your breasts from behind quickly take you out of your thoughts and a moan escapes your lips. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ is clearly getting more confident, and you're @@.gold;loving@@ it. Or perhaps you just look too @@.gold;hot@@ for him to control himself. Either way, you feel exactly the same, and can't wait to get off after working yourself up quite nicely during the nurse roleplay. You push yourself into @@.blue;Takahiro@@, his rock-hard dick slipping up and down between your ass-cheeks. <<if $penis is 1>>His pre-cum will make for nice lube<<if $asslube is 1>>, not that you need any help with that nowadays<<endif>>.<<endif>> Just as unexpectedly as the mammal molestation, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ suddenly puts his forearm across your shoulder blades and pushes you down forcefully, landing face first, bent over the bed. <<if $penis is 1>>You squeak in surprise and your sphincter clenches in arousal<<elseif $penis is 0>>You squeak in surprise and feel your snatch lubricating in arousal<<endif>>. @@.gold;Unable to resist a strong man's wishes@@, you feel the part of the costume covering your genitals being pushed to the side, and you elect to help. You take the fabric out of @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s hands so he can focus on @@.gold;controlling you@@. He rests his erection on your entrance, and one hand on your back, affectionately rubbing and patting you. Finally, he enters, and you reward him with a loud, but breathy sigh. It seems he interpreted your moan @@.gold;correctly@@, and makes a show of ploughing you thoroughly. Constantly rising, the volume of your moans echoes in the sparse hotel room, with @@.blue;Takahiro@@ kneading the flesh of your ass every now and then, much to your pleasure. Sooner than you expected, you orgasm, <<if $penis is 1>>shooting sperm all over the bed<<elseif $penis is 0>>your moans peaking in intensity as you do<<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>, and @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s seed is soon unloaded into you. Clearly he enjoyed it as much as you did, both of you coming off an incredible orgasm. You're happy you could blow off some steam, you definitely would've been pressed for sex if you had gone home before really giving your client a show. However, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ found some confidence in the end... and maybe a bit too much for you. He definitely seems grateful for the night you spent with him, and hands you your well-earned $$100. @@.blue;"Arigato"@@, he says with a smile, and most surprisingly, eye contact. Maybe you really helped him with his self-esteem here, although it'll probably be nothing more than a temporary boost. @@.gold;It isn't temporary if you keep fucking him, you know...@@ Anyway, you're not a therapist, and are just happy that you made good money tonight. You thank him as well and <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[return home.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]<<else>>return home. At least you plan to, before he speaks up again and speaks to your utmost desires.<<endif>> Actually, there is one last proposal @@.blue;Takahiro@@ has in mind. This one would pay... another five-hundred bucks?! He says he likes you, so as a warning, he wants you to be prepared for something quite extraordinary... how ominous. And apparently he's not willing to be any clearer; this is all the information you get. [[Take his mysterious offer?|Week 3, Day 4 - Oh My Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]]

<<set $cosplaystages = 3>><<set $superheroFetish = 1>><<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<if $superheroClothing is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">><<endif>>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> You can't tell where this character originated from, but you can't imagine it in any sort of freely available comic book. Probably straight out of porn. @@.gold;And it looks real natural on you!@@ You're grateful the windows are closed, or you'd freeze your <<if $penis is 1>>balls<<elseif $penis is 0>>umm... labia (?)<<endif>> off. Honouring @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s wishes though, you start putting it on, once again surprised at the tight, precise fit to your proportions. First the panties, then the thigh-highs. The heels, the "tube top" and the tiny jacket, and finally, the cute hairband. Once dressed, you're getting quite excited by your sight, which means the costume is working as intended. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ steps closer though, holding a small piece of fabric. A choker... He realises that you're already wearing one, and seemingly understands -- or recalls? -- that this part of your wardrobe does not come off. He proceeds to fiddle with the thing a bit, before he presents you with just the red pendant that was attached to it. Not bothering to wait for your approval, he attaches it to your @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@ choker, but you raise your chin to give him easier access, not seeing why you shouldn't. As the *click* of the pendant seems to reverberate through the room despite its small size, an indescribable shiver runs through your body. <center>[img[images/TsubomiChoker.png]]</center> In response, you touch it with concern. You look so pretty in the costume... But that wasn't just a cold shiver, was it? @@.blue;"I don't think that will come off"@@, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ chimes in. You can't think of anything to do but gasp at this announcement and look stumped, with your mouth hanging open, speechless. Apparently, that's all the invitation that your partner needs, because he grapples you to the ground and enters your mouth right away. Quickly, you find you're getting into a rhythm after so much activity in one evening. Deepthroating @@.blue;Takahiro@@ comes so naturally now, it's barely more challenging than taking a breath. Quite enthusiastic to get him off -- after all, consider how much he's willing to pay for you -- you start out with quite a speed and thrust to your sucking. But you're stopped midway through. As much as you can tell @@.blue;Takahiro@@ enjoyed it, he understandably expects more than a BJ for this kind of money. Once again, <<if $penis is 1>>your sphincter<<elseif $penis is 0>>your pussy<<endif>> has to pay the price. @@.gold;Oh come on, you know you'll love it@@. At the very least your body seems to think so, since you're already on auto-pilot, bumping up and down your client's rod, bent over the bed, your @@.gold;massive@@ ass slapping loudly and lewdly against his hips with every thrust. Even @@.blue;Takahiro@@ is starting to breathe heavily and emit some audible grunts. Poor fellow probably isn't used to this kind of workload. You figure he'll live. You feel very much alive as well. Never would you have imagined you would have as many orgasms as you did in one single evening. <<if $penis is 1>>Your equipment might still be male, but you truly fuck like a @@.gold;whore@@.<<elseif $penis is 0>>Going for a real pussy has paid off tenfold already, you can't imagine yourself ever stopping, you @@.gold;whore@@.<<endif>> Sadly, the reality of things is that you have to, or at least @@.blue;Takahiro@@ has to. Knowing the choker, you probably <em>could</em> go on forever. @@.gold;What an excellent idea!@@ But eventually, you feel the familiar hot rush of seed invading your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>slit<<endif>> and your lover topples over onto your back, the both of you just awkwardly half-lying on the bed. You're okay with that though, a little bit of rest would do wonders even for you. <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> Even with an amount this high, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ willingly pays up before you could even relax some more.<<set $cash += 500>> Interesting to see how much cash he brought. And how many outfits... The costume! You almost forgot, you need to return it. Take it off... That thought is utterly repulsive to you, you find yourself unable to take off even one of the gloves. Your flinching doesn't go unnoticed, and @@.blue;Takahiro@@ allows you to keep it. @@.gold;How nice of him, this is even more exciting than the other clothes!@@ You thank him kindly for the wonderful evening and take your leave, walking back home in your lovely new attire. As you do, a voice manifests in your head. Who else could it be but <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Hey girl! Wow, what a show that was tonight, unbelievable"@@, she @@.gold;praises@@ you. @@.red;"But what I find even more unbelievable is that you would let a client of my choice put more jewelry on your neck."@@ More jewelry? What is she talking about? Your hand shoots toward your neck. The pendant! Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.red;"Yep, the company was asking whether I could be bothered to help them test something new they had in the works. Gotta pay the bills, you know? Apparently, this newest experiment is aimed to infuse specific fetishes into little additions to chokers, like the pendant your wearing. This particular piece of art is related to the most recent entry in your wardrobe. Have fun trying to get out of that thing, because if the pendant's working right, you won't want to take it off for any but two reasons: waste disposal and semen intake. Even then it only really affects your panties. It just has a certain special quality, having sex half-dressed. But who am I telling that?"@@ You can practically see the wide grin on her face. @@.red;"Of course we can't expect you to wear that until the end of days. Thirty minutes in and it'd probably be coated in semen, sweat and saliva, knowing you. So we'll get you enough of these to have at least one ready to go at all times. Sound good? I bet it does... Have to run, busy day. Enjoy!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hey@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! So you really totally went for it, huh?"@@ You're not quite sure what she's getting at. @@.bunny;"I mean, I know you were super into slutting around, but putting that on your neck after being all fussy about that kind of stuff..."@@ What is she... the pendant! Much like earlier, your hand shoots up at your neck, as if uncertain whether the jewel could've disappeared somehow. Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.bunny;"It's some new sparkly thing. I don't really get it, but the nice lady said, it's really useful to, like, switch things out and stuff. Anyway, they aren't totally sure if it works, but if it does, you'll fall in love with your outfit forever! You're only ever gonna take it off for peeing and stuff, or for fun time *giggle*"@@ @@.bunny;"Of course you can't wear one outfit every day. Clothes are the best part of being a girl! So I got you some outfits to change into if ya wanna wash this one. That's pretty much all, I guess. Keep going@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you're being so slutty, I'm sure we'll be spending loooooooots more time together! See yaaa!"@@, and that's it.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good to see you again, dear. I must say I am a bit surprised to find out you so readily accept new jewelry after all we've been through."@@ What? What's she on about? The pendant, right! Your hand shoots up at your neck, as if to check whether it's still there. Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.orange;"Oh yes, simply marvelous. I can't believe how this works every time. Regardless, you've already identified the reason for my little call. That pendant is not mere eye candy, as you seem to have figured out by now. The company was eager to get me to test it, so I thought, if you're going to make it this easy, why not? Looks like they want to make these fetishes easy to extend and swap."@@ Fetishes? @@.orange;"Like your new outfit?"@@ @@.gold;Hmmmmmm, <strong>yes</strong>!@@ @@.orange;"I hope you do, because you're not getting out of it. Well, obviously you can still take care of removing waste -- and perhaps attend to some other matters -- but you won't get out of that outfit otherwise."@@ She's right. You can feel it. The outfit becoming @@.gold;a part of you@@. You can't imagine ever taking it off again. @@.orange;"Of course, for practical reason, it wouldn't be sensible leaving you with only one of these, especially with your track record of seduction. So we've got your wardrobe stocked for almost any contingency, you'll enjoy being stuck in ridiculous clothes like these for the rest of your life. Oh, time flies, I've got other matters to attend to."@@ You could swear you hear her stomach growling at the end of that sentence. @@.orange;"As always, it was a real pleasure. Take care."@@ And with that, she's gone.<<endif>> Wow, the next thing you got yourself into. An apparently permanent fetish to extravagant, fetishised superhero costumes. It's true, you can feel it. The very idea to take off the outfit is absolutely repulsive to you. @@.gold;"At least you won't risk racking your brain over what to wear in the morning"@@, you joke to yourself, at this point you don't know how else to react to this kind of news. So it's probably best to just [[go home|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]] and forget about it.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the shoot you go. @@.red;Bonnie@@ already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet the producer directly at the shooting site. She said he'll take it from there. So you make your way to the site and are immediately greeted by the person who seems to be running the show. He talks to you in quite broken English, but it's adorable and you can understand him fine. It appears he takes great care to see that your every wish is being considered. You don't exactly trust that to be without its limits, but it relieves you greatly regardless. The prospect of shooting porn is unsettling, to put it lightly. At least somebody seems to be looking out for you. [[Some time passes as he explains what the film is supposed to be about.|Week 3, Day 4 - JAV Shoot]] It sounds fairly standard and not at all outrageous, like you expected.

<<set $date = "Week 3, Friday">>The weekend is inching closer! This feels sweeter than Christmas as a child. You basically run through your bathroom and jump into your wardrobe, getting dressed. <<if $superheroFetish is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ There's not really anything you can do, there's no way you're getting out of your [[Superhero Slut|Superhero Slut - Day 5]] costume. You have to wear it, even to bed. The sheer thought of being paraded outside in such a slutty, humiliating costume is enough to make you feel quite neurotic and shy.<<set $submissiveness += 1>>\ \ <<elseif $pinkOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>\ You try your best to get into the weird top of your dress, until it eventually fits neatly over your tits, then slip on the skirt and heels easily. Your [[Pink Prostitute|Pink Prostitute - Day 5]] outfit looks perfect!\ \ <<elseif $latexOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>\ You've had a bit of a thing for latex before this whole thing started (which you never would've admitted, but now...) and heard that getting into a catsuit takes a long time, requiring some oil to help get it on. Fortunately, this does not seem to be necessary for your [[Lovely Latex|Lovely Latex - Day 5]] outfit, which you can put on in a jiffy.\ \ <<elseif $transparentOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>\ This is where you get to enjoy having chosen the simplest outfit to put on. That pink dress looked awkward, and that catsuit must be a pain to get into. Your [[Transparent Tramp|Transparent Tramp - Day 5]] outfit hides nothing, but at least you can slip into it in no time. @@.gold;Don't forget how quickly people get you out of it.@@<<endif>> With that taken care of, you arrive at the most dreadful task of the day; choosing a client on your computer.<<if $paidThursday is 1>> Once you've picked one, you'll make sure to drop the <<if $payments is 1>>$$300<<elseif $payments is 2>>$$600<<elseif $payments is 3>>$$900<<elseif $payments is 4>>$$1200<<endif>> at the spot @@.lucas;Lucas@@ mentioned. You could certainly use some information. Better set the money aside already, before you forget.<<endif>> Just as the only thing that could depress you this morning is about to begin -- choosing a client -- your door just jumps open, no knock, no nothing. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. Who else? <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Surprise."@@ She smirks.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Like, surprise!"@@ She squeals.<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Knock, knock."@@ She mocks.<<endif>> @@.gold;"How cute."@@ You don't have time for this, and even with all the worse things she's done, barging in like that was still impolite and frankly, frightening. @@.gold;"Listen, I'd love to indulge you, I've done nothing but the past two and a half weeks, but I have to go pay a client of mine a visit,"@@ you try to deflect whatever she has in mind. You were never crazy about the whoring gig, but now it seems like a rescue boat in the middle of the Pacific. Whatever she has in mind can only be worse. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Your clients? And you're the one calling me cute? Honey, I hate to remind you that these are all my clients, and I'm letting you take a dip because I support you. Your appalling lack of gratitude is becoming more apparent every week. But I've got something to fix that. Because, you see, you're wrong about having to go to a client. I'm looking at the server on my phone and can see you haven't made an appointment yet, meaning I'm right on time. We've got plans today."@@ Fuck no. @@.red;"Excited? Oh, I know you are. Come along."@@ With that, she gestures to the door and starts walking, leaving you little choice but to [[follow behind.|Week 3, Day 5 - Plans]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hey now, I scored you those clients! You should be nicer to me, you know, I put in sooo much work to make all that stuff happen for you. Why do you always have to be so mean, when I'm like, super helpful all the time? Anyway, you don't have to visit a client today, dummy! And I can see you haven't even talked to them, I've got a server app thingy on my phone that lets me see that, so don't try to fool me, I'm too smart for that!"@@ Of course she is. @@.bunny;"So uhhh... where was I? Oh, yes! You don't have to go to a client, because today we're having fun together!"@@ Fuck no. She waves wildly, motioning for you to follow her, leaving you little choice but to [[do just that.|Week 3, Day 5 - Plans]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I won't even bother pointing out the errors in that sentence. Your resilience evidently won't die, so I'll waste no breath on it. One day, that shall be permanently taken care of."@@ You gulp at that ominous threat. Perhaps you'll remain quiet for now. @@.orange;"Don't concern yourself with the clients, which are still mine by the way, <em>not</em> yours. I can see on the server that you haven't made any reservations yet, so today, your ass is mine, to put it bluntly. We have plans, dear, so come along."@@ Fuck. She gestures you to go with her, leaving you little choice but to [[follow her out the door.|Week 3, Day 5 - Plans]]<<endif>><<if $obedience gte 4 and $thaiName is 0>> Actually, you do have a choice. You have customers, and you plan to tend to them. She was the one who forced this whole prostitution business onto you, now you'll see it through, right? [[Tell her you want to take another of your clients today.|Week 3, Day 5 - More Clients]] [[Fuck it, anything is better than that. Follow her out.|Week 3, Day 5 - Plans]]<<endif>>

<<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> This superhero costume is the definition of eccentric. At least if you consider that you have to wear it at all times, far from any convention where this sort of thing would be appropriate. That's true, it certainly doesn't shy away from being inapproriate, as is evident by the thin, blue, wet-look strap that is all that's covering your breasts, apart from a tiny jacket that does nothing to preserve your modesty. Your panties are equally as shiny and blue as your boob strap is, and your butt is only covered because of the fluffy petticoat-like garment sitting above your underwear. It doesn't cover your front though, and is very flimsy, always threatening to fall off. There's not much left to this dainty outfit after that. an adorable headband with a large white bow sitting on your head, blue thigh-high stockings coating your legs and white 5 inch ankle boots encasing your feet make the superhero complete! <<back>>

<<set $pinkOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>The top of the pink outfit is unconventional, shaped a bit like a cross, the horizontal 'bar' resembling a tube top across your boobs. The vertical bar wraps around your neck, just below your choker, and around your waist below the "tube top" part. The skirt, in contrast, is very conventional, just a simple knee-length garment, not too tight, but not flared out either. What does take it up a notch is the bright neon pink colour and wet-look style to it. If not like a street walker, you sure look like a girl with... questionable morals. @@.gold;What? That's not true, I'm super nice! Let me show you...@@ [img[images/4306PinkFront.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $latexOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>If this wasn't clearly a fetishist's dream and the neckline didn't expose so much cleavage that you're in serious danger of flashing everybody, this could be a conservative enough outfit, while curve-hugging. But that's a big "if". The top is a tight fit and has elbow-length sleeves. @@.gold;So you don't scuff your girly arms when you're down on all fours.@@ The bottom part similarly hugs every curve of your body, fashioned like a pair of tight latex pants, they end just above your ankles. Those are perched on a 6 inch stiletto heel, but otherwise plain, dark shoes. Again, the outfit is really pretty down-to-earth, when you get down to it. @@.gold;Which you will, often and repeatedly!@@ [img[images/101052K_wetlook_catsuit.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $transparentOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>Up top, you're showing off a lot. Even if the dress wasn't extremely easy to see through, there's ample room for your tits to shine. @@.gold;Especially when servicing cock in between them.@@ Down below... well. You're not exactly covering up more. Seeing as the skirt is just as transparent as the top, you suppose you're lucky it's covering up that much. If this doesn't get you in trouble with the law, nothing short of manslaughter will. @@.gold;Why the hostility, there are so much more fun things to do with a man~@@ [img[images/SOPHIE-DALZELL-411802.jpg]] <<back>>

You walk along her side until you're out on the street, where you get in the cab she hailed. She only mentions a street name to the driver, which doesn't tell you much. It's in a part of the city you've never even heard of, which is odd. This street is right in the city centre, yet it's somewhat hidden behind an array of narrow alleys, barely suitable for road traffic, with only that one path leading to it. The fact that the taxi driver immediately knew the place seems to indicate that you're just getting a bit too old for these hip, underground spots. When the cab finally comes to a stop, both of you exit the car, which takes off and leaves you alone out here, with very little going on in this back alley courtyard. There is however, one building that stands out, due to its architecture and general cleanliness. Apparently, it was inspired by Eastern styles, though you couldn't pinpoint from where exactly, with a curved roof and all that. You don't know much about architecture, if that wasn't clear enough. The area seems rather deserted, with every building seeming non-descript, run down, and empty. However, the one you're headed towards seems bustling with people and business, whatever that may be. What that is becomes abundantly clear as you come closer and get a good luck at the store windows; or at least what you'd taken to be store windows. Technically, you suppose they still are, although their stock is rather unusual. People. More accurately, women. Even more precisely, attractive young women, making eyes at the plethora of men passing by the floor-reaching windows. You think you have a vague idea what the 'plans' for today are going to be. Turning your head 90Â° and being met by the widest grin in the known universe tells you <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> knows that you know, too. She brings you ever closer to the building, which enables you to make another observation. Like the architecture, the women -- prostitutes, undoubtedly -- are very peculiar in style. This one you can actually pinpoint more accurately, to Japan, you think. All of the girls are sitting on little mats while they present themselves in the display, wearing ornate kimonos and having their hair made up in sophisticated buns. A select few of them have the whole Geisha allure; including pale white makeup. This bordello is obviously geared to have Japanese flair to its transactions, one of which will most certainly be you. Eventually, [[you step inside|Week 3, Day 5 - Bordello Introduction]], not that you have much choice.

<<set $brothel = 1>>Your companion leads you inside, where you're being greeted and ushered in from every direction, steadily moving through the endless string of people. Finally, you arrive at an unremarkable-looking door, yet it's the only one with an assigned secretary. One look at the two of you suffices for her to bid you inside. You're greeted by a spartan office, elegantly-furnished with a hint of a mess here and there, mostly consisting of papers and folders. Seated at the desk is a beautiful, yet noticeably older woman wearing a beautiful, but plain kimono, its dull colours a stark contrast to the bright, diverse display just outside the door. She greets both of you warmly, before <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> and her have a short, private conversation, after which your former friend turns to you. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Right. Listen, I've got other business to attend to. Ms. Nakamura here will care for you and answer any questions you may have. I hope I don't have to state the obvious. <em>Behave.</em> Ms. Nakamura is a good friend of mine, and I'd prefer to keep it that way. Clear? Great. That's my cue then, have fun!"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Alrighty, I'm sorry but I totally gotta bounce. Ms. Naki will take care of you, but only if you're nice to her so... be nice! Bye bye!"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Fine, let's keep this brief. I have somewhere to be, so I'll leave it to the competent Ms. Nakamura here to handle introductions and instructions. If you misbehave, word will get back to me, one way or another, as you well know. I expect you to keep that in mind. Enjoy, my pet, I know I will."@@<<endif>> And with that, she's gone, just leaving you here with a complete stranger. A complete stranger that's supposed to show you the rules of whoring yourself in her house, which she promptly does. <<if $bimbo is 2>>@@.blue;"It's Ms. Nakamura for you,"@@ she says in a firm, but not unpleasant voice. @@.blue;"A strange woman, isn't she?"@@ What, nooooo, you hadn't noticed. @@.blue;"Anyway, welcome in my humble establishment,"@@ she greets you politely, and in perfect English. You'd be surprised if she wasn't a native speaker.<<else>>@@.blue;"As she said, I'm Ms. Nakamura, and I run this humble establishment. You're welcome to work here for today and hope you'll enjoy your stay with us,"@@ she greets you politely, and in perfect English. You'd be surprised if she wasn't a native speaker.<<endif>> @@.blue;"There are some ground rules, though not many, plus some unofficial ones. Let's start with the set rules. You're to be made presentable in the make-up room. The women there will take care of cosmetics, as well as dressing you. Upon finishing there, you will take your place in one of the front windows and present yourself to interested customers; that means anybody and everybody passing the window. After you had intercourse, you do not return directly to the display. If I wanted to hire street walkers, I'd be standing on the street. As you can see, that is not the case. I have no use for a whore looking like she just blew the resident football squad. You will return to the make-up room to be made presentable once again before taking your place in the window. Understood?"@@ You nod, trying to keep up. @@.blue;"Good.<<if $superheroFetish is 1>> I've also been told that you have some weird affection for that costume of yours. I don't know what that is all about, but I've been told to relay that, for the evening, you'll be allowed to take it off. That's all I know, so don't bother asking what it means and let's get on with it.<<endif>>"@@ @@.blue;"Needless to say, any damage you cause to my property will be at your expense. It's your responsibility to keep clients under control. If they harm you, or generally overstep agreed upon boundaries, report it to staff immediately. If possible, you can even report directly to me. You should keep your client in check, but we can't expect you to overpower a 200 lbs. man, of course. But that's just in case, usually our nights here are very quiet."@@ @@.blue;"One of the inofficial rules is that there's no condoms here. This establishment may have a Japanese flair to it, but we live in America, birth control is not that hard to acquire, so I hope for your sake you've taken care of that."@@ <<if $condomallergy is 1>>Given your recently inflicted allergy, that's probably a good thing. <<if $condomJav is 1>>You wouldn't want a repeat of the insanity that was the porn shoot.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.blue;"In terms of pay, well, let's discuss that at the end of the night. For now, you don't have to worry about it, since customers pay their bills at our front desk, they don't pay you directly. You'll only be with us for a day from what I've heard, so I don't want to promise you the world. In your special situation, perhaps a special arrangement is necessary. I guarantee we'll find an agreeable solution for both of us at the end of the day. I think that concludes the introduction. Any questions?"@@ Actually, you don't think you have any. She explained most of the things you were curious about and you don't see any immediate inconsistencies or open questions. Her rather confident and stern demeanour isn't doing you any favours in your current condition either. You shake your head and smile nervously, signalling you're ready, for lack of a better word. Ms. Nakamura smiles back at you and shows you out of the room, then instructs her secretary to take her to your next destination. She happily takes on the task and is very nice to you. Not far away from her desk, she tells you that this is where you need to go and wishes you a pleasant first (and last) day. A very nice lady. You're faced with a fragrant room, crowded with mirrors, prostitutes, and make-up artists, running circles around their clients and doing their best to sexy them up. One of the cosmetics ladies sees you baffled, standing in the entrance and decides to take care of you. Like everybody you met here so far, she's very pleasant and makes some conversation while getting the basics ready; fitting your kimono, removing your old @@.gold;street walker@@ makeup, preparing your hair. @@.blue;"Do you know any Japanese?"@@ she asks you out of the blue. <<if $obedience gte 4 and $thaiName is 0>>You want to say no, but now that she got you to think about it, you feel like there's actually a decent repository of Japanese words and grammar in your head... @@.gold;"I do know a little,"@@ you reply in a shy, low voice.<<else>>Well, of course you don't. @@.gold;"Sorry, I don't,"@@ you reply curtly.<<endif>> <<if $obedience gte 4 and $thaiName is 0>>@@.blue;"Perhaps you'll want to consider going with the Geisha look then, I could do that for you. The benefits are that you'll be harder to recognise in the street afterwards and that it pays more. The drawback is that the more seedy clients usually come with it. But it's all a matter of chance; most of our clients are very civil, no matter which get-up you choose. Do you want to go for it?"@@<<else>>@@.blue;"Oh, that's fine. Just wanted to check, some clients like that. Don't worry though, it's not going to do you any harm if you don't, most clients prefer being able to communicate with their partner anyway, and though we draw a good portion of the Japanese community here, these communities are still relatively small in the end."@@<<endif>> <<if $obedience gte 4 and $thaiName is 0>>Well, do you? [[Go Geisha.|Week 3, Day 5 - Geisha in the Window]] [[Stay Whore.|Week 3, Day 5 - Whore in the Window]]\ <<else>>She goes on to make you look pretty, until you look very classy, with your hair as elaborate as the other girls', your kimono a fantastic fit, and your make-up subtle, but effective. You thank her for her efforts and marvel at her work in the mirror, much to her amusement, and find that your next step is to [[present your body for sale.|Week 3, Day 5 - Whore in the Window]]<<endif>>

After hearing lots of explanations, meeting the cast and the crew, things are finally moving on to the shoot itself. Your initial apprehension has been relieved by how down-to-earth and understanding everybody at the set has been. Then again, you didn't have to do anything yet, so it may be a bit early to judge. So here you go. You join the actor in the scene, a simple vanilla piece on a bed, as an introduction. He even wears a condom!<<if $penis is 0>> After @@.red;Bonnie@@ told you never to expect clients to wear one, you're especially surprised to see one here.<<endif>> They really do take good care of their actresses. <<if $condomallergy is 1>><<set $condomJav = 1>>A condom though... oh no, this could turn out to be a problem. Right when the shooting's about to start, you turn to the director to voice your concerns; the producer you initially met is lost in the crowd of employees surrounding you, it's not even clear whether he attends the filming at all. Apparently, the director does not speak too much English. All you get as a response is, @@.blue;"Don't worry, don't worry."@@ Easier said than done. But you try to heed his advice, you wouldn't want to cause a scene when everybody's been so nice. Your acting partner is looking at you and nods questioningly with a smile on his lips, asking whether you're ready. You nod back hesitantly, prepared to take what's coming. An allergy to condoms... what would you expect from that? Some swelling, some soreness? It's clear @@.red;Bonnie@@ doesn't want you to <em>die</em>, so you doubt it will be physically harmful. And she mentioned that somebody like you could enjoy the effects, whatever that's supposed to mean. It looks like you have a couple more minutes to ponder that, because while the guy starts moving in, it's mostly a make-out session and some foreplay at first. There's no way the actual repercussions are going to be worse than their anticipation, the stalling is killing you. At that moment though, the actor breaks your embrace, lays you down on the bed and kneels above you. He makes a grand scene of entering you, resting his dick just on the entrance of your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<else>>pucker<<endif>> for a few seconds before slowly, gradually gliding in, helped by the lubricant on the condom. For now, you're a little relieved, because nothing unexpected happens, nothing extreme. No explosions, no heart attacks. Your groin does heat up a little, but not to an unusual degree. Definitely unusual is the fact that it doesn't stop heating up though. When you think that your groin can't get any hotter, the sensation just starts to spread throughout your body, clearly serving to make you horny. Meanwhile, your colleague has found his rhythm, which isn't too impressive, and more designed to stretch the scene out a bit. He's casually boning you, smacking his pelvis against your buttcheeks regularly, but rather softly. The heat has reached your neck at this point and your whole body is burning up. Your groin, the center of this heat wave, is already starting to twitch uncontrollably, all the muscles in the area around your pelvis contracting and relaxing in powerful bursts. It's like a great energy going through you, like a sugar rush, like so many things, all at once. All of them make you feel like you need to move, need to exert energy, as if your veins would pop if you don't release this pressure. By the time you finish that thought, your brain has been set ablaze and there's no containing it now. Accompanied by a primordial scream, you grab your lover by the hips and topple him over in a display of incredible strength. You straddle him in a flash and <em>smack</em> your <<if $penis is 0>>pelvis<<elseif $penis is 1>>ass<<endif>> against his<<if $penis is 1>> pelvis<<endif>>, eyes rolling back in your head as your cries travel throughout the whole room. While your brain is shut down completely, it realises one thing: this isn't enough. Scanning the room, you find a guy completely engrossed in his cell phone. He isn't even watching, but he's only an arm's length away from you. Still pounding the dude below you, who still can't figure out what's gotten into you, your arm shoots forward, snatches cell phone guy by his shirt and nearly rips it in the process of bringing him closer. Never ceasing your furious bouncing, you fling his belt behind you in one quick motion, dropping his pants to the ground. Just where you need them. <<if $penis is 0>>You grab his arm and pull him behind you; the fact that you toppled over the actor means there is a large space behind you, where the pillow's lying, while the actor is resting at the very edge of the lower end of the bed. Cell phone guy gets situated on the pillow, clearly still out of it. One second he plays Candy Crush -- or whatever they play in Japan -- the next he's looking at a sex-crazed woman's juicy ass. After a few seconds of readjusting and some less-than-subtle hints as to what you're demanding from him, he lines up his cock with your sphincter, and enters soon afterwards. The double penetration manages to clear your head for just a moment, which is enough for you to realise that porn guy is still wearing his rubber. Deducing that it would be better to remove it, instead of being stuck in this trance indefinitely, you pause as briefly as possible, and in an instant fling his condom against the nearest wall before resuming your merciless fuckfest. Your pleasure is indescribable, the doubled ministrations both in your ass and your pussy press on your button harder than you thought possible, your g-spot essentially compressing to a tiny speck inside your love canal, never given much time to breathe. Similarly, you find it hard to catch your breath at times, for obvious reasons. When both guys are cumming inside you, your pleasure somehow amplifies even further. While the heat of their semen barely registers, its presence increases the pressure in your holes noticeably.\ <<elseif $penis is 1>>You grab his arm until he stands right in front of you; the fact that you toppled over the actor means there is a large space behind you, where the pillow's lying, while the actor is resting at the very edge of the lower end of the bed. You shuffle backwards a little, along with porn guy, never breaking rhythm, and signal for the cell phone enthusiast to kneel above the other's face. A minute ago, he was playing Candy Crush -- or whatever they play in Japan -- now he's facing a sex-crazed woman who pulls him into a sex scene. Understandably, he's a bit baffled by the whole affair, but fortunately, you don't require much input from him, only from his balls. You bow down and engulf his length with your lips, immediately forming a vacuum that puts modern machinery to shame. Cell phone guy was already at 'confused half mast' when you pulled him onto the bed, he's at 'pulsing steel rod' by the time your mouth touches him. Finally feeling relief from the burning, you experience your energy finally being put to use, the heat dwindling. Knowing you're on the right track, you're willing to expend all of it now. With unrivaled force, unrivaled speed, you're going down on these two innocent men like your life depended on it, which is a good image to visualise the pleasure you're experiencing. The double penetration manages to clear your head for just a moment, which is enough for you to realise that porn guy is still wearing his rubber. Deducing that it would be better to remove it, instead of being stuck in this trance indefinitely, you pause as briefly as possible, and in an instant fling his condom against the nearest wall before resuming your merciless, heavenly fuckfest. It truly is phenomenal, but it won't be complete until you get to taste the juice you so crave. This is no time to get complacent, you're able to keep up with this superhuman display of strength for minutes, without rest. Finally, you hear both the guys crying out, and their dicks announcing their breaking point, when the sought after rush finally flows through your throat and anus, the heat barely registering, but the pressure inside you only adding to the pleasure.<<endif>> This whole fun experiment goes on for two more rounds, until you're eventually so crammed with cum that you pass out for good after swallowing and absorbing everything you could get, <<if $penis is 0>>landing square on the actor's pecs.<<elseif $penis is 1>>impaling yourself further on the cock of cell phone guy<<endif>>. <hr> When you come to, you see some flimsy furniture and a small window, showing you a parking lot outside, or something like that. Looks like you're in a trailer of some sort. Further scanning of the room reveals the producer, apparently waiting for you to wake up. He notices that you did. @@.blue;"Ah, you're up. It's good to see you awake. We could tell you were just exhausted, so I brought you here to rest."@@ You want to thank him and apologise for the mess you caused, but are hindered by a glob of white liquid exiting your mouth as you open it. @@.blue;"I... wasn't the first to get to you."@@ The thought that you got used as a fucktoy while unconscious stirs something in you again.<<set $submissiveness = 1>> Regardless, you get on with your apology and thank the producer for his help. @@.blue;"Are you kidding me? Your juices coated the whole lower half of the bed! The sheets were literally dripping with your ejaculate. If you touched them, there were streams, <em>rivers</em> running down your hands. Nobody will believe that this wasn't some special effect, but I know it was real. Everybody here fell in love with you after your performance,"@@ he laughs, and you smile along with him. You're glad you weren't a disturbance; a great surprise even. He mumbles something about 'ahegao' in relation to the movie's theme and hopes to see you on set again some time. He also ups your pay significantly; he agreed on $$800 flat with @@.red;Bonnie@@, but pushes $$1200 into your hand!<<set $cash += 1200>> <<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 3>><<endif>> <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>> You doubt you'll have a payday matching this one, but you also know that you've pushed it <em>far</em>. This condom allergy is a force to be reckoned with, and you'd do well to avoid another encounter with it. @@.gold;Why? You looked like you had fun...@@ Better move that fun somewhere else. [[Like your apartment.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]\ \ <<elseif $condomallergy is 0>>The actor meets you in an embrace, french-kissing you aggressively, which you return. Slowly, the two of you lower yourselves on the bed, continuing your caresses and fondling, with him going down to your breasts and sucking on them, to which you respond loudly. While you're distracted @@.gold;your friend@@ frees up access to your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<elseif $penis is 1>>rear hole<<endif>> and starts fingering you, getting you ready. It feels so odd having these cameras pushed up nearly into your face, you never imagined them being so close, but it makes sense to catch a lot of close-ups. For a while, the actor pleases you noisily with his mouth, before you turn him around to return the favour. Kneeling in front of the bed, you take him into your mouth and have him enter you completely. You catch glimpses of the camera crew and they seem quite amazed at something. Nevermind that, it's best not to get distracted. After a barrage of noisy sucking, you seem set for the finale. Letting him pull you back up onto the bed, you snake up his body and straddle him. If you're in a porn movie, maybe you should top it off with an explosive finish. You try your best to take the initiative, stay on top of the actor and ride him wildly, moaning, screaming, sweating, while he's kneading your @@.gold;tits@@ wildly. Biting your lip for the camera, you rest your hands on the guy's chest for leverage, while you're taking him deeper and deeper inside you. Well, he's not exactly the biggest you had... but his endurance sure is impressive. He proves as much when he starts pushing himself off the bed to get deeper inside you, causing you to finally erupt in one massive orgasm, <<if $penis is 0>>ejaculating a torrent of girlcum right down the cock impaling you.<<elseif $penis is 1>>squirting your jizz all over his chest, and some even on his face. To your surprise, he laps it right up, he's quite committed.<<endif>> Shortly thereafter, the actor himself wants his turn, pumping you full of his own juices before you collapse on his chest, heaving heavily while staring into the camera. The day continues, and while the work is more stressful than you imagined, it's still much more dignified and attractive than you first thought. You get along great with the crew, and the producer especially, as well as some of the employees seem absolutely infatuated with your performances. You're being paid right away, $$800 for a day's work!<<set $cash += 800>> What's more, at the end of the day you feel as clear-headed as you did in the morning, having had plenty of sex, yet not feeling the choker assert control. That must be a good sign! All the sexual need you felt earlier was sated as well. A perfect day, right?<<set $submissiveness = 0>> Sadly, perfect days end like any other. The producer emphasises how dearly he would love to shoot another movie with you, but that the studio doesn't have any more capacities, especially not in America. @@.gold;You were thinking about relocating after getting the choker off, weren't you? What a wonderful idea...@@ You thank everybody for their support, but eventually you have to [[head home.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]<<endif>>

<<set $geisha = 1>>The make-up artist is delighted to hear that, apparently enjoying the extra work. It must get monotonous, doing the same style over and over again, every day, seeing as there are only a couple geishas here, and countless girls in "normal" attire. This is arduous work though, and you sit in your chair for quite a while, with the stylist hopping around you gleefully for at least an hour, but when you open your eyes, you see that she did an impeccable job. @@.blue;"All done!"@@ she announces, @@.blue;"Do you like it?"@@ You sure do. The pale white makeup suits you very well, and coats your entire face, as well as large parts of your neckline that the kimono shows off. The red lipstick makes for enormous contrast to your white, powdered skin, making your lips more prominent than you ever saw them before. It is a high-maintenance look, that's for sure, but your patience has paid off. A nice side effect is that the choker is near invisible like this, sucks that you have to go through so much trouble to hide it, and make yourself so much more detectable in the process. You thank the stylist profusely for the effort she put in, to which she blushes in response and thanks you for the opportunity to practice her skills some more. That means it's about time to present your body for sale... It may sound absurd, but it seems so odd to you, you feel weird. You sold your body for the past week, but it was all very much like you imagined prostitution, minus actually having to walk on the street. If you look at it that way, you really were somewhat sheltered and privileged, not being exposed to that danger, but you don't want to indulge that train of thought. Regardless, it was all rather "by-the-books" if you will. Sitting in a storefront, like a living mannequin, it feels different. It's weird to you, no matter how laughable that thought may appear. Resistance however, is sadly not an option, so you take your seat in between the many girls and try to calm down a little. Some of them seem to regard you... jealously? You don't want to entertain that thought for too long and just concentrate on the matter at hand, but you're certain a handful of girls shot you wistful glances. Whatever their intention, you try to reproduce those longing stares on the passers-by who look remotely in your direction. While you make sure to show off your assets, you try to remain composed, your teasing staying ever so subtle, playing hard-to-get. Your strategy seems to work, evidently capturing the hearts of many an observer, but it takes a while until somebody has the guts to actually demand your services. @@.blue;"@@@@.gold;Kasumi@@@@.blue;, a patron is asking for you,"@@ you're being called over by one of the older girls caring for the administrative needs of the whorehouse. Oh yeah, while you were getting your make-up done, the stylists and you agreed you should take up a Japanese name for the night, to fit your appearance, and settled on @@.gold;Kasumi@@. You stand up on your slightly worn legs and approach them. Standing before them, you look up at the large figure in front of you and nod your head in an implied bow, smiling delicately at him. The lady then speaks up again, @@.blue;"Good, I see you're willing to accept his company. Room 109 is free, you can take that one. I wish both of you a lovely evening."@@ She hands the tall man a key and takes her leave. The client offers his arm to you. You take it, hooking onto his <<if $height lte 10>>bicep<<else>>forearm (wow, he <em>is</em> tall)<<endif>> with a soft touch and [[follow him upstairs.|Week 3, Day 5 - A Geisha's First Get Together]]

After having your make-up done impeccably, as well as your kimono fitted and straightened, you shuffle over to the window where you're met with the awkward task of selling yourself to passers-by. It may sound absurd, but it seems so odd to you, you feel weird. You sold your body for the past week, but it was all very much like you imagined prostitution, minus actually having to walk on the street. If you look at it that way, you really were somewhat sheltered and privileged, not being exposed to that danger, but you don't want to indulge that train of thought. Regardless, it was all rather "by-the-books" if you will. Sitting in a storefront, like a living mannequin, it feels different. It's weird to you, no matter how laughable that thought may appear. Whatever your thoughts and concerns, you try to shoot longing stares to all the passers-by who look remotely in your direction. While you make sure to show off your assets, you try to remain composed, your teasing staying ever so subtle, playing hard-to-get. Your strategy seems to work, evidently capturing the hearts of many an observer, but it takes a while until somebody has the guts to actually demand your services. @@.blue;"$firstname, a patron is asking for you,"@@ you're being called over by one of the older girls caring for the administrative needs of the whorehouse. Apparently, somebody took an interest in you and has requested your services with the managers. Standing before them, you look up at the large figure in front of you and nod your head and smile at him, shaking his hand cautiously. The lady then speaks up again, @@.blue;"Good, I see you're willing to accept his company. Room 109 is free, you can take that one. I wish both of you a lovely evening."@@ She hands the man a key and takes her leave. The client just starts heading towards the upper floor and you have no choice but to [[follow him upstairs.|Week 3, Day 5 - A Whore's First Get Together]]

Your companion inserts the key into the lock and turns it, opening the door and allowing you to step through first. You smile, blushing invisibly beneath the thick powder, and walk into the room. The man closes the door behind him. It can't be locked from the inside, probably as a security measure for you, which immediately brings you some relief. The room you find yourself in is surprisingly well-equipped, with a small water heater, some tea, futons (okay, those aren't exactly a surprise), a stereo, some instruments you've never seen before and some rice crackers, nothing substantial to eat. Given that all these things are supplied here, and that the guy just sits down and looks at you expectantly, some tea couldn't hurt. Fortunately, it's all modern equipment, a simple water heater and some bags of tea. You're clueless about anything gastronomical, but you can handle dropping a teabag into a cup of water. After a couple minutes, it's finished. You pour both your client and yourself a cup and carry them over to him. While you're drinking tea together, the man reveals his name to be @@.blue;David@@, which is much simpler than "the client" or "the man". Now that you're getting a better look at him, you must say that the stylist was frightening you for no reason. Even in this geisha get-up, you've scored a client more respectable-looking than some of those <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> sent your way. As you mentioned he's pretty tall, and looks very clean; metrosexual would be an exaggeration, but he definitely takes care of his appearance, more than you ever did before your recent misadventures. He has a sombre, bassy voice and a shadow of a beard that is definitely not explained by a skipped shave, it looks well-groomed. Completely ignorant of tact, you just go for it. @@.gold;"Excuse my bluntness, but I have to say, you don't look like the sort of person who would employ the services of somebody such as myself,"@@ you blurt out. @@.blue;David@@'s deep laugh is enough to make the thin walls and floor shake. You immediately feel more at ease with your comment. @@.blue;"Thank you, I take it as a compliment. It's a very specific allure this place has, obviously nothing you'd find in a relationship. I want to think about love and family one day, but I have to strike while the iron's hot, right? With all the stigma around this sort of thing, I never felt judged here. It's not even about sex, if that's what you were wondering. Just the exclusive, extraordinary company of exclusive, extraordinary women who take care of me for a while, to have a good conversation and perhaps a laugh with. I don't see why that should be a laughing matter, or something to look down on."@@ He goes on for a while, drawing amusing comparisons to people paying for therapists too, and that this is much more entertaining than sitting on the couch of somebody who probably lived through both world wars and tells you how very interesting your personal problems are. @@.blue;David@@'s really quite charming, you're legitimately taken with him. It becomes clear throughout the hour you spend with him, that he is at no point going to rip off your kimono and take you like a raging bull. You can't say you're overly upset by that, but it destroyed your expectations. After the hour of drinking, conversing and listening to some relaxing music is over, @@.blue;David@@ thanks you kindly and takes his leave. The most daring thing in that whole encounter was you, sitting on his lap, resting your head against his shoulder as he was telling a story about a summer vacation of his. You suppose it's time to [[go back downstairs|Week 3, Day 5 - A Geisha Never Rests]] then.

<<set $robertStranger = 1>>In order to avoid Ms. Nakamura's wrath, you head back into the make-up room, to have yourself checked over. As expected, the girls there don't find much wrong with your current looks, touch up your hair and make-up for a few seconds, and send you off back to the windows. The rest of the day goes on exactly like that. Every time you come back into the stylists' abode, they smirk, because you look impeccable even before you come in, and they got you scared thoroughly when they'd announced the geishas here have it extra rough. @@.blue;"You know, geishas were never sex workers, but entertainers. They played music, recited poetry, such matters. All these images basically depicting them as Japanese prostitutes were stereotypes ages ago, but have become a commonly accepted fact nowadays. And you just outed yourself as part of the uneducated rabble,"@@ one of the girls teases you after taking pity and explaining herself. You're glad she didn't take offense, she's probably exhausted by the amount of people she needs to clear that up for. Fortunately, they seem to have a lot of recurring customers, and you only have to teach them once. You never have to sit in the windows long; as one of the few geishas, you're quite popular even as a newbie, and all your encounters turn out to be pleasant enough. Sure, there's the occasional greaseball in there, or the nerdy recluse, and you're required to actually use your inexplicably obtained Japanese for one or two of them, but you think you manage quite well. One customer weirded you out; when he was outside the window, he was definitely staring at you, and you were certain he'd be your next client. He eventually came in, talked to one of the older ladies, and kept staring at you... He didn't quite look you in the eyes, his gaze usually directed a bit lower. Your suspicions that he may be a bit more 'carnally interested' and your subsequently less subtle attempts at seduction couldn't change the fact that he eventually picked an entirely different girl. Suit yourself, tough guy. God, when was the last time <em>that</em> could have been cited as the worst or weirdest occurrence on a workday of yours? Not that long ago, but it feels like it's been ages. After a short debriefing with Ms. Nakamura, you're presented with $$200 for your work. All that money, in a <em>day</em> without actually prostituting yourself? Granted, it caused you some sexual frustration, but these days, that's a prime indicator for having had a good day.<<set $submissiveness += 3>><<set $cash += 200>> It took you all day to realise why the other girls in the window regarded you with such jealousy. Honestly, why not make a career out of this? You're serious, this isn't even the choker speaking, you will make sure to keep Ms. Nakamura's address in the back of your head when you've made your way out of this ordeal. For now though, the day is over, and you [[get back home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]

Having gotten used to the regular workings of the week, you must say you are rather surprised at how today had turned out. <<if $brothel is 1>>\ <<if $robertEnemy1 is 1>>And definitely not in a good way. You're not sure you've seen the last of @@.robert;Robert@@, though you certainly hope you do. Better keep an eye out.\ <<elseif $robertNeutral1 is 1>>Well, @@.robert;Robert@@ was nice and all, but it wasn't exactly a memorable encounter. Whether you see him again or not, you don't really mind. Hopefully, he won't turn out to be trouble, although you didn't get that impression for now.\ <<elseif $robertAlly1 is 1>>It was so good to see @@.robert;Robert@@ again. As always, he was really pleasant, and his idea to disguise your information exchange as lovemaking still impresses you. You can't see how yet, but you have the feeling he'll turn out to be a big help in dealing with your predicament.\ <<elseif $robertAlly1 is 0 and $robertNeutral1 is 0 and $robertEnemy1 is 0>>That last encounter today was so strange. Unbelievable that guy, what was his name, @@.robert;Robert@@? And he expected you to remember him, too. Well, he can stay away for all you care, you have your own things to worry about.<<endif>>\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 5>>Getting paid for doing absolutely nothing is something you could get used to.\ <<else>>@@.gold;See, getting into a rhythm sweetheart. You've got a bright future ahead of you.@@ You know what that means, and you know @@.gold;it's inevitable@@-- you'd rather not listen.<<endif>> Another letter greets you, you pick it up and read it. <<if $paidThursday is 1 and $payments is 1>>@@.lucas;Mind you that this is only the first piece of intel. It's both the cheapest, and thus the simplest. Don't dismiss it lightly, and don't consider your money wasted; the most basic information can often prove the most vital. My contact has advised me that your search for an answer -- and hopefully freedom -- will inevitably lead you to the main compound, the headquarters of the corporation. That may not be too surprising, which is why he threw in this second part: By and large, you can expect not to be watched when you're inside. This may sound odd, and you surely <em>will</em> be contacted and watched for brief periods of time, but for the most part, management will be far too busy to keep an eye on you. The facility is huge, it requires hands-on treatment by higher-ups everywhere. The plant is full of classified information and procedures, a complex hierarchy spanning the whole production process. Use this to your advantage to navigate the building safely and undetected. That's all there is to say for now. I don't know when we'll be in contact next. Finding and entering the facility should not be put off far into the future, if you ask me, but that's your call to make. Until we meet again Lucas"@@\ <<elseif $paidThursday is 1 and $payments is 2>>@@.lucas;My contact told me you should watch out for one room he found while investigating the compound; a room he does not remember being there. To explain his confusion: he mainly works surveillance, which is why he is so well-suited for these tasks, and also why he should know of any room in the facility. Anyway. This room, upon further inspection, seems to be completely empty, save for a large metal box, about a metre tall. At first glance, this box is inconspicuous as could be, but upon closer inspection my friend was able to identify its contents. A large metal rod, ending in a rubberised, thick shaft, much like a dildo. On the other end, there's a motor, meaning it's not a stationary rod. The wall it faces has a similar contraption hidden within. His theory is that they plan to teach you about spitroasting here, one motorised dildo from behind, and one from the front.@@ <<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>@@.lucas;I believe you are familiar with the concept."@@ Indeed you are, and you need no reminder, least of all by him!<<else>>@@.lucas;Undoubtedly, they plan to wear down your defenses in that room at some point, so be wary when you enter one fitting this description."@@ You make a mental note of it.<<endif>> @@.lucas;That's all there is to say for now. I don't know when we'll be in contact next. Finding and entering the facility should not be put off far into the future, if you ask me, but that's your call to make. Until we meet again Lucas"@@\ <<elseif $paidThursday is 1 and $payments is 3>>@@.lucas;So you managed to fund further investigation. You're doing phenomenal work, and it will be to both our benefit. But enough of the praises, I'm sure you're tired of hearing it. I just want to make clear that I really appreciate your efforts. Let's cut to the chase: the next clue I can give you. My contact told me about your arrival at the facility. They will have a room prepared just for that event. It likely won't be a pleasant stay; there'll be a rack. A bondage rack. You'll be tied down tightly, and escape will be quite difficult on your own. To prove his good intentions, and to prove your expenses useful, he managed to sabotage the restraining device for your left hand. Your captors will think you're tied down, but the left hand cuff will be loose enough for you to slip out and undo the rest. Quite an advantage, wouldn't you say? On the topic of your next transaction, you'll find it got even more expensive. The price to pay would be $$1200. I know it's steep, but now you should see why. That's all there is to say for now. I don't know when we'll be in contact next. Finding and entering the facility should not be put off far into the future, if you ask me, but that's your call to make. Until we meet again Lucas"@@\ <<elseif $paidThursday is 1 and $payments is 4>>@@.lucas;You've scrambled together enough money to fund the last portion of this operation. I may repeat myself, but I have to emphasise that I'm impressed both by your resourcefulness, as well as your eagerness to solve this conflict once and for all. I'll waste no time and get right down to the essence of it; your third day in the compound. <<if $penis is 1>><<set $lucaspenis3 = 1>>My contact has heard news of another trap laid out for you. This one is... a bit odd, although you're no stranger to oddities by now, are you? You'll be faced with a wall that has holes carved out in even intervals. These holes will not be empty... erect male genitalia will be poking through them. The trick is that it's going to be your only way of crossing a chasm. What lies below, my assistant could not investigate, but we can assume it's going to be fairly unpleasant. Thus, you'll want to get over that... Wall of Cocks (I can't believe I'm writing this) without further incident. What makes the challenge even more challenging is the fact that one owner of those proud phalli is instructed to pull back the moment you approach. According to the information available to me, it will be the fifth person of the bottom row, where your feet will be planted. Use the upper rows for grip. Oh yes, talking of grip, if you could find something that steadies your footing, that could be helpful, you wouldn't want to slip. That's all I have at the moment, I wish you the best of luck. There isn't much time left.\ \ <<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $lucaspenis3 = 0>>My contact has heard news of another trap laid out for you. And I heard that you had some changes made to your... crotch region. Now, I don't mean to pry, and I don't wish to make you uncomfortable, but it may actually be relevant for what I'm about to tell you. The setup is going to be relatively simple. You will stumble into a room and find nothing but some candy on the floor. I would not advise trying to suck on it, since the matter it is made of is likely not to your benefit. And who would eat from the floor anyway? Uuh, anyway, there's a key embedded inside the sweet. That's why you may at first be tempted to shove it into your mouth and just lick it free. In truth, that will take you a while, and that time is probably not going to be uneventful. You can count on the fact that you'll have a few visitors while you're busy with licking, the way I know our enemies. The trick is, you have to shove it... well, into your vagina. Turns out, vaginal fluids dissolve the material within seconds, and you'll get access to the key hidden inside. It's really that simple, though perhaps not the first thing one would try out of the blue. DO NOT, however, BITE into the candy. It may only appear to be food at first glance, but there are sensors even within it. If it detects any sharp incisions (so no clawing it open with your fingernails either), it will sound a silent alarm, and then you can be absolutely certain to get some visitors. That's all I have at the moment, I wish you the best of luck. There isn't much time left.<<endif>> Until we meet again Lucas"@@\ \ <<else>>@@.lucas;"Dear $lucasFirstname, this will be the last letter for now. We're approaching the weekend, and since the employees have weekends off, it would be too suspicious to have my contact sneaking around the facility then.@@ <<if $payments is 4>>@@.lucas;Besides, I think we've gotten as much information out of him as we could, so it might be a waste of money anyway.@@<<endif>> <<if $paidThursday is 1>>@@.lucas;Today's information is written down below.@@<<else>>@@.lucas;Since you didn't require more information, this is all I have to say for now. I don't know when we'll be in contact next. Finding and entering the facility should not be put off far into the future, if you ask me, but that's your call to make. Until we meet again Lucas"@@<<endif>><<endif>> Well, that's conclusive. Perhaps such news are best given time to sink in, maybe during sleep? Hmm, [[what a wonderful idea.|Week 3, Day 6 - Morning]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>Your companion inserts the key into the lock, turns it, and enters the room for you to follow. Closing the door behind you, you find that it can't be locked from the inside. Probably a security measure for the working girls, that provides some small relief at least. The room you find yourself in is surprisingly well-equipped, with a small water heater, some tea, futons (okay, those aren't exactly a surprise), a stereo, some instruments you've never seen before and some rice crackers, nothing substantial to eat. Given that all these things are supplied here, and that the guy just sits down and looks at you expectantly, some tea couldn't hurt. On your way over there, however, your plans are cut short when you're being grabbed from behind, eliciting a squeal from you. Kimono lifted and underwear removed, the client has immediate access to what he craves. His arms still wrapped around your waist and breasts, he doesn't speak a word as he enters your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<else>>pussy<<endif>> roughly, with no regard for your safety or pleasure. With little to do in this position, you decide to simply ride it out. You try to get into it a little more, and get a bit flexible with your hips, but it doesn't help very much when a smelly guy has you in a tight grip, viciously clawing at your tits. Needless to say, the affair is over in a matter of minutes, with little pleasure to derive from the act. He non-chalantly cums inside you and leaves momentarily.<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>> [[The day goes on similarly.|Week 3, Day 5 - Whoresmanship]]

Well, maybe you're too negative. Every time you headed back into the make-up room, all the stylists were very supportive and took great care of you. You get the impression their jobs here are twofold, emotional support on top of cosmetics management. And there were a few guys that showed some more effort too; those got rewarded with sensual moans and mostly cock-related compliments from you. <<if $penis is 0>>Still, you've taken a couple more dicks, and a couple more loads of semen, and you're starting to get quite full.<<set $creampies3 += 2>><<endif>> Exhaustion sets in when it gets a bit late in the evening. You still have a few hours ahead of you, but got through most of the day. Presenting yourself has become rather tiring as well, but here you are, in a sea of gorgeous ladies, doing your best to rent your body to the first guy who takes an interest. One guy does, and oddly so. First, you just see him look at you. Naturally, you look back and put on your best inviting smile you can manage after such a long day. His gaze doesn't change, but that's precisely what's starting to feel weird, he's staring at you, not once looking away, barely blinking, barely reacting. You aren't quite sure what to do, except to keep your act up and hoping to spark an erection-- you mean reaction. Long day indeed. Being fixed with his stare for so long, you start to really take in his features. It's a little hard to make out shapes through the glass, the contrast of the bright lights inside against the dark streets outside being a serious detriment to your sight. You've got the answer on the tip of your tongue, you swear you know this man. <<if $transformationProgress+$asianProgress lt 14>>After focussing on his features for just another second, it pops into your head... it's @@.robert;Robert@@! That's why he was staring at you like that! What is he doing in this part of town? In this sort of place? <<if $robertAlly is 1>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Don't even think about it,"@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ calls you over the choker. @@.red;"We've been over this. Leave the poor man alone, or face the consequences."@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Come oooon, stop it already with this old geezer. If you call him over, I'll be really mad! Look at that guy next to him, he's sooooo hot!"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ complains over the choker.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"No dear, that won't do," Bridget@@ explains over the choker. @@.orange;"Leave him alone already. If you don't, I'll have to resort to stronger forms of persuasion."@@<<endif>> [[Nod at him.|Week 3, Day 5 - Fucking a Friend]] He's clearly puzzled whether you're actually you. Can't blame him, you probably changed a lot since you last saw him. [[Spread your legs and smile lewdly.|Week 3, Day 5 - Fucking an Acquaintance]] You're afraid of the consequences. Better if you're just his hooker. @@.gold;Yes, that'd be <em>great</em>.\ <<elseif $robertNeutral is 1>>[[Bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows.|Week 3, Day 5 - Fucking an Acquaintance]] You're uncertain how to react to him. You left on okay terms, you suppose, but you're not sure what he thinks of you.\ <<elseif $robertEnemy is 1>>[[Avert your gaze.|Week 3, Day 5 - Fucking an Enemy]] Try to look at somebody else, there are plenty of people around. You're almost certain his memories of you aren't pleasant ones.<<endif>>\ /*THIS ENDS THE ALLY/NEUTRAL/ENEMY CLAUSE*/ \ \ <<else>>Or do you? It's like there was a clear picture forming in your head, but now it's muddying up again. It seems it was just your imagination. Shit, you were completely lost in thought. What do you do now? Do you concentratereally hard, looking for that hint of a memory in his features, or do you resign yourself to the fact that this man is a total stranger to you? <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Just forget him. Why do you think it slipped your mind in the first place? He can't have been that important..." Bonnie@@ theorises.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Just forget iiiit, have sex with him! The only thing you should, like, think about is that he's kinda hot,"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ suggests over the choker.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Don't waste your time with such musings. You forgot him. Let it be,"@@ you hear @@.orange;Bridget@@ suggest strongly.<<endif>> <<if $robertAlly is 1>>[[Concentrate and beckon him in.|Week 3, Day 5 - Fucking a Friend]] You can remember him, you're sure you can. [[Ignore the feeling and spread your legs.|Week 3, Day 5 - Fucking a Stranger]] Maybe you just don't know him. Better if you're just a hooker and don't have to worry. @@.gold;Yes, that'd be <em>great</em>.\ <<elseif $robertNeutral is 1>>[[Concentrate and beckon him in.|Week 3, Day 5 - Fucking an Acquaintance]] You can remember him, you're sure you can, even if he might not be that important to you. [[Ignore the feeling and spread your legs.|Week 3, Day 5 - Fucking a Stranger]] Maybe you just don't know him. Better if you're just a hooker and don't have to worry. @@.gold;Yes, that'd be <em>great</em>.\ <<elseif $robertEnemy is 1>>[[Concentrate and beckon him in.|Week 3, Day 5 - Fucking an Enemy]] You can remember him, you're sure you can. You wonder if that's a good thing though... [[Ignore the feeling and spread your legs.|Week 3, Day 5 - Fucking a Stranger]] Maybe you just don't know him. Better if you're just a hooker and don't have to worry. @@.gold;Yes, that'd be <em>great</em>.<<endif>> <<endif>> /*THIS ENDS THE STRANGER/NOT STRANGER IF CLAUSE*/

<<set $robertStranger = 1>>As expected, your final weapon worked! You can clearly see the stranger talking to one of the older ladies and repeatedly looking and pointing at you. Predictably, you're being called over by them and the whole procedure is taken care of. The man is handed a key to a room upstairs, and you follow him excitedly. He seemed quite amazed by you, so you expect him to put in more effort than some of the other guys you serviced today. @@.robert;"So, $robertFirstname. Didn't expect to find you here,"@@ he says immediately upon arrival, in private. \ \ <<if $robertFirstname is $firstname>>He knows your name? So you do know him! @@.gold;"How do you know my name?"@@ you demand to know. He looks at you as if you just said the dumbest thing in the world. @@.robert;"Are you serious?"@@ You just nod helplessly. What's his problem? Even the smelly, rapey guy wasn't this weird. You don't miss him though. @@.robert;"You honestly don't remember who I am?"@@ @@.gold;"No, I don't, as I keep telling you! Sorry!"@@ You're getting frustrated now, but you're aware that you can't piss off a customer, so you snuck that apology in there. The walls here are rather thin, so it might be advised not to shout unless in pleasure.\ \ <<else>>$robertFirstname? Who's that? @@.gold;"Um, sorry, my name is $firstname. I guess you confused me with somebody else,"@@ you clear up the confusion. You grab his tie and pull him a little closer, loosening your kimono a little, to give him a better look at your chest, for reassurance. The whole time, he just stares you down, as if he's a living lie detector. Does this guy think he's in the CIA or something? @@.robert;"Interesting jewelry. Where did you get it from?"@@ Shit, if <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> hears you blabbing about the choker she'll kill you! @@.gold;"Oh, you know, from a friend."@@ He draws in some air, smirking, as if he doesn't believe you at all. At the same time, he looks a tad puzzled, as if he has trouble reading you. But it appears that he's come around to take your confusion as sincere. It's a good thing he did, because if both of you had kept going like that, it would've probably ended in shouting. The walls here are rather thin, so it might be advised not to scream unless in pleasure.<<endif>> @@.gold;"So what's your name then, apparently I should know it?"@@ you ask him upfront. @@.robert;"I'm Robert. That ring any bells?"@@ he asks back, this time without any sarcastic undertone. You have to say it does, but you can't put anything to it. Obviously Robert is a very common name, so you can't do anything but shake your head apologetically. @@.robert;"That's a pity, <<if $robertEnemy is 1>>I'd have hoped for you to remember me<<else>>I always liked you<<endif>>. That is, if you are who I think you are."@@ @@.gold;"<<if $robertEnemy is 1>>Why don't I make <em>this</em> a night to remember then<<else>>In that case, you'll be pleased to hear that you'll have me all night<<endif>>,"@@ you want to get it on now and move past the confusion. @@.robert;Robert@@ is clearly not opposed to that plan, and joins you in a steamy embrace, exchanging kisses and caresses. <<if $robertEnemy is 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness += 2>>\ \ You get the impression that there's plenty of steam to go around though. The kisses are rather aggressive, 'passionate' doesn't even describe it. They're really more angry than excited, at least that's what they feel like. They don't last for long either. @@.robert;Robert@@'s hands wander down, to rest on your hips. He breaks your embrace, turns you around, and shoves you forward, bent over at your hips. Tearing down your panties<<if $penis is 0>> and ignoring your pussy<<endif>>, he immediately goes for your ass, with no foreplay at all<<if $asslube is 1>>, if your rear didn't lubricate itself, you'd be in intense pain for sure<<endif>>. @@.robert;"You conniving bitch. Don't know me? My wife left me because of you! I got busted down to a lowly clerk after the board found out about you! I lost everything, <em>because of you</em>!"@@ he accuses you loudly, audible throughout the entire brothel, without a doubt. @@.gold;"I'm sorry!"@@ you squeal under tears, @@.gold;"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but I swear I don't know who you are!"@@ Your pleas fall on deaf ears. @@.robert;Robert@@ pounds you without mercy, and in fact gets rougher as he goes along, a sharp <em>SMACK</em> on your butt reverberating through your body for minutes. His hips constantly smashing into you from behind, he grabs your hair to whisper into your ear, @@.robert;"You'll take my seed right up your asshole and I want to hear you fucking enjoy it, or we'll have to do it over."@@ Unable to react properly, you simply nod as well as you can in his grasp, your make-up already running all over your face. Simultaneous with the hot seed invading your body, the door to your room bursts open. You hear Ms. Nakamura herself raise her voice, @@.blue;"Is everything okay in here?"@@, she demands to know, while remaining diplomatic. You turn around to her, the sight of your teary-eyed, makeup-smudged face making her breathe out audibly. @@.blue;"I believe it's time for you to go, sir."@@ @@.robert;"No worries. I was just finishing up here anyway,"@@ he declares nonchalantly, exiting you with a more playful slap on the bottom and zipping up his pants. You just drop yourself on the floor and roll on your back to catch your breath. @@.robert;Robert@@ makes good use of the confusion and dodges out of the room, and presumably the brothel altogether, while Ms. Nakamura comes over to assert any damage, mental or physical. After being assured that you'll be okay, she speaks up, @@.blue;"Okay dear, I don't want to appear rude, but this room isn't a place for you to stay right now. Let's get you covered up a bit and go downstairs."@@ She leads you to her own office and hands you a cup of water. Both of you discuss the man a little, and you explain the situation to her. Ms. Nakamura regrets to inform you that there's little she can do. @@.blue;"These types of things aren't a common occurrence here, but they aren't rare either. While most of the girls had an experience like that at some point, I'm sorry you'd had to endure it on your first day here. It's gotten late, so I think this is as good a time as any to call it a day. Having looked it over, your earnings come up to roughly one hundred bucks. What do you say we make it one-fifty?"@@ While it's little more than a gesture, it's very kind of her to make that offer. She appeared like a stern, somewhat unpleasant woman at first, but at last she showed that she truly cares for her girls if she makes such an offer to a completely new face. Perhaps that's not the worst fate you could imagine, but you push that thought away for now. You've got other issues, but it's something to keep in mind, you have to admit.<<set $cash += 150>> Once more, you thank Ms. Nakamura deeply for her concern and the bonus she gave you.\ \ <<elseif $robertNeutral is 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ Naturally, some kissing and ass-grabbing doesn't satisfy him for too long, so you eventually come to prefer a horizontal position. Lifting your kimono up gives @@.robert;Robert@@ access, which he makes good use of by flinging your panties across the room. You giggle at his enthusiasm, and are then met with a speechless man, gazing at your crotch with an open mouth. He must be enchanted by the sight of your beautiful <<if $penis is 1>>@@.gold;clitty@@<<else>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<endif>>, which you can't blame him for. @@.gold;"Like what you see?"@@ you tease him. Evidently, he does, because you find yourself impaled on his cock before you can catch another breath. It appears he has rediscovered his passion. As he pumps away at your entrance, you have to admit that his lovemaking seems familiar to you. Still, it's not enough to kickstart your memories, and feeling as you do at the moment, you can't say you regret it terribly. He's really putting in effort and you're feeling an orgasm come in. @@.robert;Robert@@ pushes his face far into your pillow-y tits<<if $lactation is 1>>, forcing milk out of your puffy nipples<<endif>>, while cumming deep inside you, filling you up thoroughly. You reach orgasm yourself, crying gleefully throughout the room. For the rest of your day, you're sure your needs are taken care of, and your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>pussy<<endif>> is overflowing just like your emotions. Both of you part ways on good terms, @@.robert;Robert@@ seeming a lot less disappointed by the end of the day. Your day ends here as well, as Ms. Nakamura announces that you have done enough for your first day, and earned a round 100 dollars!<<set $cash += 100>> Not bad!\ \ <<elseif $robertAlly is 1>>After a while, though @@.robert;Robert@@ seems content enough just enjoying your company, you can tell he's not paying whatever this establishment charges just to get some kissing and grabbing. He subtly initiates some positional change, which you submit yourself to. Soon enough, you're lying on your back, with @@.robert;Robert@@ on top, squashing your massive breasts. Lifting your kimono up gives @@.robert;Robert@@ access, which he makes good use of by flinging your panties across the room. You giggle at his enthusiasm, and are then met with a speechless man, gazing at your crotch with an open mouth. He must be enchanted by the sight of your beautiful <<if $penis is 1>>@@.gold;clitty@@<<else>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<endif>>, which you can't blame him for. @@.gold;"Like what you see?"@@ you tease him. Evidently, he does, because you find yourself impaled on his cock before you can catch another breath. It appears he has rediscovered his passion. As he pumps away at your entrance, you have to admit that his lovemaking seems familiar to you. Still, it's not enough to kickstart your memories, and feeling as you do at the moment, you can't say you regret it terribly. Admittedly though, he's going at it rather slowly; you appreciate that he's being tender, but it's doing little for your libido. You'll take it over disgusting, fast and finished fucks though. You are approaching the finish line however, and the massive torrent invading your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>pussy<<endif>> catches you by surprise. Nonetheless, it's coming, and it's here to stay, planting itself deep inside you and not dripping out anytime soon. @@.robert;Robert@@ clearly enjoyed himself, it's sad that you didn't, really. <<set $submissiveness += 3>> @@.robert;"It's a real pity you don't remember me... you've helped me out a great deal, whether you know it or not, in your own way,"@@ he announces after getting cleaned up a little. You give him a wistful smile for the way home, which he probably sets out for after saying his goodbyes, and hearing yours. What a weird encounter, probably the weirdest so far. Checking back in with Ms. Nakamura, she praises you for your work ethic, and explains that you can call it a day, having earned a round $$100 in just a day of work!<<set $cash += 100>> Plus, she tells you that @@.robert;Robert@@ felt bad about just leaving, and asked her to give you a tip of another hundred bucks! You must have really left a mark on this guy... you now feel even worse for not remembering him.<<endif>> That means you can finally [[go home|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]] and leave this experience behind you.

<<set $quiz3 = 1>><<set $robertAlly1 = 1>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Fine, play it like that. You'll see what you get out of it."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Pff, alright, be a meanie. See if I care, dummy!"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Oooh, I wouldn't have done that, my sweet. You better be ready to bear the consequences of your actions."@@<<endif>> He apparently understands the gesture and enters the brothel, asking one of the older ladies for some time with you, and beckons you over. Of course, you stand up and approach them, not letting on that you know each other just yet. Playing it just like he's a regular customer, you smile and greet him demurely, before he's handed a key and both of you head upstairs into your own, private room. @@.robert;"So it's you."@@ You nod. @@.robert;"What are you doing here?"@@ he wants to know. You're hesitant to answer. @@.robert;"You can't talk freely?"@@ he guesses correctly, and you nod again. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> may be listening in. @@.robert;Robert@@ comes closer to you and gives you a deep, sensual kiss. It feels so different to the other clients you had today. While it's hard to admit it, this kind of close, loving interaction is exactly what you needed. He breaks the kiss momentarily to ask, @@.robert;"What's the current situation?"@@ but locks lips with you again before you can give a response. He doesn't kiss you with closed eyes however, but watches you expectantly. You get it! He wants to disguise this as another client session, and sneaks interaction between intercourse. This man has severely overturned your expectations of him these past weeks. Just like he did, you break the kiss for a moment. @@.gold;"This is the third choker. That's why. I've changed so much. Some change. Can't be resisted. She can listen. Through the choker."@@ Back to kissing. A short break. @@.robert;"She? Your prostitute friend?"@@ Well, 'friend' is a stretch by now, but you moan into his mouth affirmatively. Following is a longer stint without conversation, which is probably a good idea in case <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> hears bits and pieces and gets suspicious enough to listen in for a minute or so. You don't hear her though, so you hope you're in the clear. After a while, @@.robert;Robert@@ plants you on your back. You lift up your kimono to give him access to your panties, which he removes. <<if $penis is 1>>He's shocked at how much your genitals shrunk.<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $robertKnows is 1>>He knew what to expect, but still looks like he can't believe that you got a pussy.<<else>>He's so shocked by the sight, he can't even speak.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.gold;"Some things,"@@ you whisper, @@.gold;"cannot be resisted."@@ You pull him back onto you, squashing your breasts and pleasuring your mouth. Willing to take care of all your carnal pleasures, you feel him slowly entering your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<else>>pussy<<endif>> as well, slowly, softly, sensually. Both of you exchange some more information and you try to catch him up on the situation as much as you can in between breathy sighs. At some point, he outright asks how he can help you, to which you just shake your head. @@.robert;Robert@@'s been so sweet, and beyond emotional stability, he took care of your finances as well after you opened up to him. He doesn't press the issue further and so you're able to focus your whole mind on the bliss your body experiences. You're both going at it for quite a while, eager for contact with a known face -- for lack of a better term in your case -- and some emotional support. You can't put your finger on it, but you feel like @@.robert;Robert@@ himself is craving to be with you right now, as if his life took a turn for the worse just like yours did. Eventually, every moment has to end, and this one does when @@.robert;Robert@@ shoots his load <<if $penis is 1>>up your rectum<<else>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>into your womb<<endif>> after a long session. He came inside you and you were definitely submissively letting him play with you, but you can tell the transformation hasn't been affected, and your hunger for @@.gold;a strong man to dominate and fuck you silly@@ temporarily stilled. As you both say your goodbyes and @@.robert;Robert@@ leaves the brothel, looking back one last time, you hope you didn't say farewell instead. Your day is pretty much concluded, you have time to serve one more client, do exactly that, and turn back in at Ms. Nakamura's office. She praises your work ethic, especially for a first-timer and pays you $$100, expenses already accounted for. That's not a bad result for just one day's work, especially in such a well-regulated establishment. Before that voice in your head will tell you to start working here regularly, you [[head home and contemplate today's events.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]<<set $cash += 100>>

<<set $robertNeutral1 = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>He does react to your gesture and enters the brothel. asking one of the older ladies for some time with you, and beckons you over. Of course, you stand up and approach them, not letting on that you know each other just yet. Playing it just like he's a regular customer, you smile and greet him demurely, before he's handed a key and both of you head upstairs into your own, private room. @@.robert;"It's really you, isn't it?"@@ he asks, still not 100% sure. You nod. @@.robert;"Wow, I didn't expect to find you here. So... how are things?"@@ This is awkward. You can tell he knows it too. There are many long pauses in between sentences and questions, and most replies are reduced to smiling and nodding. @@.robert;Robert@@ doesn't really seem to buy that everything's as acceptable as you make it out to be, but he can't bring himself to press the issue, although he does sneak in a lot of questioning glances at your choker, clearly thinking something. Eventually though, he tries to move matters along. @@.robert;"So since I'm here, should we..."@@ he begins, but feels uncomfortable finishing. @@.gold;"You've bought me for an hour, it's up to you to make the most of it,"@@ you explain matter-of-factly. @@.robert;"Are you sure you're comfortable with that?"@@ The best way to answer that question, you find, is with a stare that says "Really?", considering all the shit he demanded of you back in the office. He catches on. It doesn't stop him from initiating intimacy. You're lowered onto your back and lift up your kimono to give access to @@.gold;what really counts@@. As @@.robert;Robert@@ takes off your panties, he's immediately shocked at the sight greeting him.<<if $penis is 0>> @@.gold;"Tools of the trade, you know?<<if $robertKnows is 1>> Though not exactly new to you, I think.<<endif>>"@@<<endif>> He proceeds to enter you momentarily, making you feel quite full. @@.gold;How could you have forgotten about his terrific piece of meat?@@ You can immediately tell that he doesn't know how to carry himself, neither in the conversation nor during sex. While he's clearly more confident horizontally than vertically, the lewd slaps of flash are often interlaced with short awkward chuckles in an attempt to appear self-aware. It doesn't help. However, you have to admit that he still puts in an effort like nobody else, likely to conceal his insecurities. <em>That</em> does help, greatly. Indeed, @@.robert;Robert@@'s lovemaking can only be described as "relentless" near the end, the smacking of flesh on flesh overshadowed only by our orgasmic cries as @@.robert;Robert@@'s seed flows into you. The heat shot inside you only helps with your enjoyment, and you get to rest for a few minutes, finally, quite satisfied with the result. <<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>> At least that much you have. @@.robert;Robert@@ thanks you for a very pleasant evening and you exchange goodbyes. You can't shake the feeling that his eyes linger on you for longer than you know him for. Perhaps you haven't seen the last of him just yet... Besides him, you have to worry about your work however. Fortunately, your concerns in that regard are relieved immediately by Ms. Nakamura, telling you that you've done your share for the day. Leading you into your office, she thanks you, similarly to @@.robert;Robert@@, for the quality work you put in and hopes that she'll have the pleasure of doing business with you again. Your wage for the day amounts to a round $$100! That's not too bad for a day's work.<<set $cash += 100>> You suppose that means [[it's time to go home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]

<<set $robertEnemy1 = 1>><<if $obedience is 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<elseif $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ You're afraid your plan didn't work. If anything, your sudden shift of attention is probably what made him suspicious in the first place. There's nothing you can do about it when he approaches one of the older ladies on the floor and asks for you. Pleasantries are unpleasantly exchanged, the lady with the keys eyeing both of you suspiciously, but eventually handing you some and guiding you towards a room, @@.robert;Robert@@ already steaming furiously before you're even alone, at which point he starts making out with you out of the blue. You get the impression that there's plenty of steam to go around. The kisses are rather aggressive, 'passionate' doesn't even describe it. They're really more angry than excited, at least that's what they feel like. They don't last for long either. @@.robert;Robert@@'s hands wander down quickly, to rest on your hips. He breaks your embrace, turns you around, and shoves you forward, bent over at your hips. Tearing down your panties<<if $penis is 0>> and ignoring your pussy<<endif>>, he immediately goes for your ass, with no foreplay at all<<if $asslube is 1>>, if your rear didn't lubricate itself, you'd be in intense pain for sure<<else>><<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>>. @@.robert;"You conniving bitch. Remember me? I'm sure you do. You know the kind of trouble you caused? My wife left me because of you! I got busted down to a lowly clerk after the board found out about you! I lost everything, <em>because of you</em>!"@@ he accuses you loudly, audible throughout the entire brothel, without a doubt. @@.gold;"I'm sorry!"@@ you squeal under tears, @@.gold;"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I swear it's not my fault!"@@ Your pleas fall on deaf ears, although you're right; these were all his decisions. But @@.robert;Robert@@ pounds you without mercy, and in fact gets rougher as he goes along, a sharp <em>SMACK</em> on your butt reverberating through your body for minutes. His hips constantly smashing into you from behind, he grabs your hair to whisper into your ear, @@.robert;"You'll take my seed right up your asshole and I want to hear you fucking enjoy it, or we'll have to do it over."@@ Unable to react properly, you simply nod as well as you can in his grasp, your make-up already running all over your face. Simultaneous with the hot seed invading your body, the door to your room bursts open. You hear Ms. Nakamura herself raise her voice, @@.blue;"Is everything okay in here?"@@, she demands to know, while remaining diplomatic. You turn around to her, the sight of your teary-eyed, makeup-smudged face making her breathe out audibly. @@.blue;"I believe it's time for you to go, sir."@@ @@.robert;"No worries. I was just finishing up here anyway,"@@ he declares nonchalantly, exiting you with a more playful slap on the bottom and zipping up his pants. You just drop yourself on the floor and roll on your back to catch your breath. @@.robert;Robert@@ makes good use of the confusion and dodges out of the room, and presumably the brothel altogether, while Ms. Nakamura comes over to assert any damage, mental or physical. After being assured that you'll be okay, she speaks up, @@.blue;"Okay dear, I don't want to appear rude, but this room isn't a place for you to stay right now. Let's get you covered up a bit and go downstairs."@@ She leads you to her own office and hands you a cup of water. Both of you discuss the man a little, and you explain the situation to her. Ms. Nakamura regrets to inform you that there's little she can do. @@.blue;"These types of things aren't a common occurrence here, but they aren't rare either. While most of the girls had an experience like that at some point, I'm sorry you had to endure it on your first day here. It's gotten late, so I think this is as good a time as any to call it a day. Having looked it over, your earnings come up to roughly one hundred bucks. What do you say we make it one-fifty?"@@ While it's little more than a gesture, it's very kind of her to make that offer. She appeared like a stern, somewhat unpleasant woman at first, but at last she showed that she truly cares for her girls if she makes such an offer to a completely new face. Perhaps that's not the worst fate you could imagine, but you push that thought away for now. You've got other issues, but it's something to keep in mind, you have to admit.<<set $cash += 150>> That means your workday here is over. Once more, you thank Ms. Nakamura deeply for her concern and the bonus she gave you, before [[taking your leave|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]

<<set $date = "Week 3, Saturday">>It's Saturday now, you made it to the weekend, finally. With what happened yesterday though, you have no idea what's waiting for you. Then again the last two weekends were quite consistent, they weren't vastly different. So perhaps you should expect more of the same and consider yourself well-prepared. What more can you do, really? Well, you can get dressed, for a start. <<if $superheroFetish is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ There's not really anything you can do, there's no way you're getting out of your [[Superhero Slut|Superhero Slut - Day 6]] costume. You have to wear it, even to bed. The sheer thought of being paraded outside in such a slutty, humiliating costume is enough to make you feel quite neurotic and shy.<<set $submissiveness += 1>>\ \ <<elseif $pinkOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>\ You try your best to get into the weird top of your dress, until it eventually fits neatly over your tits, then slip on the skirt and heels easily. Your [[Pink Prostitute|Pink Prostitute - Day 6]] outfit looks perfect!\ \ <<elseif $latexOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>\ You've had a bit of a thing for latex before this whole thing started (which you never would've admitted, but now...) and heard that getting into a catsuit takes a long time, requiring some oil to help get it on. Fortunately, this does not seem to be necessary for your [[Lovely Latex|Lovely Latex - Day 6]] outfit, which you can put on in a jiffy.\ \ <<elseif $transparentOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>\ This is where you get to enjoy having chosen the simplest outfit to put on. That pink dress looked awkward, and that catsuit must be a pain to get into. Your [[Transparent Tramp|Transparent Tramp - Day 6]] outfit hides nothing, but at least you can slip into it in no time. @@.gold;Don't forget how quickly people get you out of it.@@<<endif>> <<if $quiz3 is 0>>At this stage, what you're supposed to be doing is made abundantly clear by many of the ominous letters, one of which is currently slipping through your mail slot. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> wrote you. All these ominous letters, who's even delivering these, they always seem to arrive at different times. As you tear the door open, there's nothing there, but the door to the building is slowly closing on its own. It seems you took just a second too long. Anyway, you refocus your attention back to the letter. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Hello my little@@ @@.gold;whore@@@@.red;, There aren't really any big surprises today. I want you to feel comfortable and fall into a routine. As you've shown, that necessarily involves a lot of dicks in your vicinity, and you took care of them admirably over the course of almost three weeks now. Swing your ass over to@@ @@.gunther;Gunther@@@@.red;'s and see what he has on offer for you. See you very, <em>very</em> soon."@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hey you, how's it going? Listen, we're gonna do everything just the way you like it, no big surprises. How about you check in with@@ @@.gunther;Gunty@@ @@.bunny;and see whether he's got some fun stuff for you to try out? Okay? And then we'll see each other tomorrow, I'm so exciiiiiited! Bye bye!"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Good morning my pet, how are you doing this fine day? No matter how excited you are at the prospect of cock, I'm sure we kind brighten your day even more. How about you pay good old@@ @@.gunther;Gunther@@ @@.orange;a visit, and then we'll see each other tomorrow, in sparkling, perfect condition? Sound good? Excellent, move along then. Have a good day."@@<<endif>> And that's it. Well, maybe @@.gunther;Gunther@@ does have something nice for you? Anyway, nothing that could hurt you, so just [[pay him a visit|Week 3, Day 6 - Hey Gunther]], why don't you?\ \ <<elseif $quiz3 is 1>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Oh oh oh, somebody's been a naughty girl! I told you I had something in store for you, a way for you to repay me. So today, I'll pay you a special visit. Telling you any more than that would ruin the whole thing, frankly, so let's just keep it quiet and the suspense going, hmm? I look forward to meeting you again, sweetheart."@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh yayyyyy, we're gonna meet today! I can't wait to see you again@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I told you I'd find something you need to do for me, and I found the perfect thing. I'm not gonna tell you though, not until we see each other. I'll stop by later, cya then!"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"A pet misbehaves, a pet gets punished. I'll come by later to deliver your punishment. Look forward to it, I sure do. Until then."@@ That was brief.<<endif>> Well, what's there to do other than wait and hope for the best? Whatever "the best" could be in [[such an encounter.|Week 3, Day 6 - Quiz Setup]]<<endif>>

Oof, what an ending. A little different from the usual! You're currently still stuck with the choker and don't yet know what the next one will be. Bonnie/Bunny/Bridget didn't get their lengthy victory speeches, because for once, somebody surprised <em>them</em>, and not the other way around. Tell me what you think about the general changes, about anything that you considered positive or negative (really, only the positive stuff though). A primary concern is, as always, <strong>balancing</strong>! This week more than ever, because not only do you have to tell me whether Permanent/Temporary stat raises are appropriately distributed, but cash plays a big role as well. I played through it four times, testing two very different paths multiple times, trying different things, but I'm afraid that's not a lot of testing at this point (although I already killed a perceived 300 bugs during that). Here's definitely where I need your input, especially because my way of playing flawed; I KNOW where everything is and where anything happens, and can calculate accordingly, while you can't. That means your feedback on balancing is always especially valuable, even if it refers back to the first two weeks! Obviously even those could need rebalancing, since you get money based on choices from back then as well. I feel like money definitely has to be made tighter. If you're buddy buddy with Robert, you're set for life. That's a little too realistic for now, let's keep that for a gold digger ending! Seriously though, the only way you get into financial trouble is if you blackmail Robert, so I think either I have to change the money gains from that Robert interaction, or change the price for information. The former seems to make more sense. But tell me how <em>you</em> feel money is going at the moment. Of course you don't yet know how useful the info Lucas gives you will be, but that's not important, because it will be very useful. Just tell me, did you end up with a lot of money left over? Were you poor? Another issue I still have is that I wasn't quite sure how to trigger the quiz; the first four days see the player visiting wildly different clients, depending on their stats. It's hard to make a choice universally available here. Remember, a quiz should be triggered when you make a choice that angers Bonnie/Bunny/Bridget. When visiting clients, there aren't many of those. On Friday, things are guided a lot by past decisions again. Here I've enabled pissing Bo/Bu/Br off by trying to hint at @@.robert;Robert@@ that you're really you, but that only works if you've been super nice to him in Week 1/2. It's basically the same thing that angered her during the Cumslut week, more or less. That's one way to trigger the quiz. The other is to have sex with Todd - Shemale Lover while having low Submissiveness. Again, very specific, only for penis-keepers. And after Friday, you've reached Saturday already, which means the choice of whether you get punished with a quiz or not must already be made! That's pretty much it, hope your genitals liked it! <center>--Spoilers below! Only for people who want suggestions for second playthroughs!--</center> Some sex scenes I am proud of (well, sort of, they're enjoyable I think), and that I think you should give a try, with instructions (<strong>caution, spoilers and behind-the-scenes game info!</strong>): -The guest writers' scenes, of course (Tit, Creampie, Ass Lover). Tit Lover needs chest >= 8 (F cup or higher), Creampie Lover only requires a pussy, Ass Lover requires ass >= 7 (bubble butt; @@.gold;eye-catching@@ ass; @@.gold;massive@@, plump ass or maximum ass that invites a smack) -JAV Condom Allergy (requires a pussy and Bonnie!, not Bunny or Bridget; first do the Creampie Lover Scene, do it to completion (agree to extra round), then get Obedience >= 3 to unlock JAV Producer client and pay him a visit) -Week 3 experienced Quiz participant (requires you to have done a quiz in Week 1 and/or 2, doesn't matter whether you lost or won; even better with lactation (obtained from Extra Round with Tit Lover)) -Gyaru "tattooing" scene (this one isn't strictly <em>sex</em>... but I think considering that, it still turned out pretty hot; if this is your thing, don't be afraid to go for it) Those are the scenes that I (or the guest writers) had good ideas for and that I think turned out well and unique. Maybe shoot for them in the next playthrough, if you haven't already ;)

<<if $obedience lt 4>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<elseif $obedience is 4>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $submissiveness = 3>><<endif>><<set $cash += 400>>\ Lex is excited like a kid on Christmas Eve. Before you even finished saying "okay", he was dropping to his knees and trying to fetch something from beneath the bed. It takes him a few tries to get a good grip, but he eventually gets it out. This thing is huge! No wonder he had trouble slipping that out from under the bed, it's almost as large as the mattress. You can't think of another word than "it" to call it, because you have no clue what this thing is. It kind of looks like a rectangular black trampoline without its legs. Lex sees your confused expression and laughs. @@.blue;"It's called a vacuum bed, or vacbed for short,"@@ he explains. @@.blue;"The shiny black material in the middle here is latex, as you probably figured out by now,"@@ he continues, pointing at what you compared to the part of the trampoline that would bounce you. @@.blue;"You'll actually slip into this, there are two holes for your nose up here. Then we hook up a vacuum to the frame, suck the air out and the latex will stick to your contours reeeaaaal nice,"@@ he announces excitedly, staring at your lithe body. @@.blue;"Don't worry, it's all safe, and I'll be here to watch if something goes wrong, but it shouldn't. Used it many times, never had an issue, I promise. Come on now, hop in!"@@ Well, you did say you would accept his deal. You undress and let yourself be directed into the "vacbed". It's not that easy to get into this thing. Even with the air still inside it, the latex can fit pretty tightly, especially around some areas, like your<<if $chestImplant is 1>> enhanced<<endif>> chest. Nonetheless, with Lex' help, you manage after a few minutes of struggling. All that's left is to correctly align the nostrils and you think you're good to go. It feels weird, being encased by the tight, rubbery material. It's so thick that you can barely hear what's going on outside. The bright light streaming into a window is nothing more but a subtle sheen in the corner of your vision. Lex says something that you only note to be mumbling and humming, but you expect he's about to turn on the vacuum. You nod your head as best you can. Indeed, a loud noise announces that air is now sucked out, though your skin would tell you as much. What you thought was tight a second ago becomes a prison. Your latex outfit was already something to behold, but now every pore of your skin is compressed and covered by the synthetic, shiny material. You won't lie; it feels incredible. Every cell in your body is touched all at once. What's @@.gold;best@@ is how you @@.gold;can't move an inch@@. The choker runs wild in your thoughts, telling you how @@.gold;liberating@@ these @@.gold;restraints@@ are, and your brain is so happy it doesn't care to call out the paradox. Lex' hands dropping on your tits and mauling them helps that a good deal as another orgasm clears your head a little. The stimulation is right back though as your @@.gold;Master@@-- client is using his other hand to massage your crotch. It's so hard to gauge time when all your sense are either being shut down or assaulted with overstimulation. It feels like Lex bathes in your body's pure and utter sexuality for about five minutes, though it may as well be anything from ten seconds to an hours for all you know. You wiggle your mouth a bit; the latex is a little rough there, while it's extremely comfortable @@.gold;and comforting@@ everywhere else. That part turns out to be the one to throw you off when you realise what it actually is. A zipper. Lex slowly, sensually undoes it, doubtlessly enjoying the scene of your plump lips popping free of their prison. "Free" is perhaps a strong word though; the zipper is tiny. It's just barely wide enough to allow your mouth to poke out in its entirety. However, the seal is not broken at all. The latex is still pressing on your body as tightly as it was before. If it wasn't for the relatively cold air buzzing past your @@.gold;needy@@ lips, you might have missed the zipper opening at all. Since the zipper gets stretched and pulled against your skin by the vacuum, you do feel it press your lips against each other though, as if you were constantly pouting. <em>Ahn!~</em> A finger just ran along them, teasing you. One slips in, prodding your tongue and feeling how your lips naturally press against it. You know it won't end with a finger. You @@.gold;can't wait@@ to feel what's next. And you won't have to wait long. Something is pressing against your lips, just teasing you with the prospect of it entering. You part your lips just a hair's breadth and wiggle your tongue over something that feels decidedly like a man's glans, and tastes @@.gold;marvelously@@ like cock. Your tickling of Lex' urethra doesn't go unappreciated; with the help of a carefully prying finger, he allows his meat entrance to your mouth. Once inside, it's tough for him to get out, not that he'd want to. Your lips are pressed tightly together, which makes movement difficult. Kind of like you're completely, @@.gold;beautifully@@ immobile in this latex sleeve you're lying in while you're getting your face fucked. The advantage of your narrow mouth is that he's getting as good a grip from your lips as any pair of @@.gold;cock massagers@@ can give you. Lex starts to get used to the resistance he gets at every thrust and pull inside your mouth. Soon, he has a nice rhythm going for himself -- @@.gold;and for you@@. Once he adjusts properly, he can reach far enough to go a decent length down your throat, a skill that you wear as a badge of honour<<if $throatclit is 1>>, and which is doing wonders for your libido given your recent throat modification<<endif>>. It helps that you're so @@.gold;perfectly@@ bound in a sea of latex, too, keeping your mouth perfectly still, succulent and ready to @@.gold;serve@@. The increased friction from your lips also trips Lex up though. Much sooner than you expected, you feel the familiar, @@.gold;lovely@@ taste of cum shoot past them, flowing into your stomach unhindered. As Lex pulls out, he drags a few drops behind him, which he caringly reinserts into your mouth, where it's willingly, impatiently lapped up by you as your final orgasm of the night rocks the whole vacbed. [[You step out of the vacbed|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]], and can go back home. Of course you thank him for the money and the wild, @@.gold;wild@@ ride. You stretch out a little bit. Finally, Lex released you from your latex pleasure prison. [[Or did he?|Week 3, Day 4 - Be My Latex Doll]]

<<if $obedience lt 4>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<elseif $obedience is 4>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $submissiveness = 3>><<endif>><<set $cash += 400>>\ Lex is excited like a kid on Christmas Eve. Before you even finished saying "okay", he was dropping to his knees and trying to fetch something from beneath the bed. It takes him a few tries to get a good grip, but he eventually gets it out. This thing is huge! No wonder he had trouble slipping that out from under the bed, it's almost as large as the mattress. You can't think of another word than "it" to call it, because you have no clue what this thing is. It kind of looks like a rectangular black trampoline without its legs. Lex sees your confused expression and laughs. @@.blue;"It's called a vacuum bed, or vacbed for short,"@@ he explains. @@.blue;"The shiny black material in the middle here is latex, as you probably figured out by now,"@@ he continues, pointing at what you compared to the part of the trampoline that would bounce you. @@.blue;"You'll actually slip into this, there are two holes for your nose up here. Then we hook up a vacuum to the frame, suck the air out and the latex will stick to your contours reeeaaaal nice,"@@ he announces excitedly, staring at your lithe body. @@.blue;"Don't worry, it's all safe, and I'll be here to watch if something goes wrong, but it shouldn't. Used it many times, never had an issue, I promise. Come on now, hop in!"@@ Well, you did say you would accept his deal. You undress and let yourself be directed into the "vacbed". It's not that easy to get into this thing. Even with the air still inside it, the latex can fit pretty tightly, especially around some areas, like your<<if $chestImplant is 1>> enhanced<<endif>> chest. Nonetheless, with Lex' help, you manage after a few minutes of struggling. All that's left is to correctly align the nostrils and you think you're good to go. It feels weird, being encased by the tight, rubbery material. It's so thick that you can barely hear what's going on outside. The bright light streaming into a window is nothing more but a subtle sheen in the corner of your vision. Lex says something that you only note to be mumbling and humming, but you expect he's about to turn on the vacuum. You nod your head as best you can. Indeed, a loud noise announces that air is now sucked out, though your skin would tell you as much. What you thought was tight a second ago becomes a prison. Your latex outfit was already something to behold, but now every pore of your skin is compressed and covered by the synthetic, shiny material. You won't lie; it feels incredible. Every cell in your body is touched all at once. What's @@.gold;best@@ is how you @@.gold;can't move an inch@@. The choker runs wild in your thoughts, telling you how @@.gold;liberating@@ these @@.gold;restraints@@ are, and your brain is so happy it doesn't care to call out the paradox. Lex' hands dropping on your tits and mauling them helps that a good deal as another orgasm clears your head a little. The stimulation is right back though as your @@.gold;Master@@-- client is using his other hand to massage your crotch. It's so hard to gauge time when all your sense are either being shut down or assaulted with overstimulation. It feels like Lex bathes in your body's pure and utter sexuality for about five minutes, though it may as well be anything from ten seconds to an hours for all you know. You wiggle your mouth a bit; the latex is a little rough there, while it's extremely comfortable @@.gold;and comforting@@ everywhere else. That part turns out to be the one to throw you off when you realise what it actually is. A zipper. Lex slowly, sensually undoes it, doubtlessly enjoying the scene of your plump lips popping free of their prison. "Free" is perhaps a strong word though; the zipper is tiny. It's just barely wide enough to allow your mouth to poke out in its entirety. However, the seal is not broken at all. The latex is still pressing on your body as tightly as it was before. If it wasn't for the relatively cold air buzzing past your @@.gold;needy@@ lips, you might have missed the zipper opening at all. Since the zipper gets stretched and pulled against your skin by the vacuum, you do feel it press your lips against each other though, as if you were constantly pouting. <em>Ahn!~</em> A finger just ran along them, teasing you. One slips in, prodding your tongue and feeling how your lips naturally press against it. You know it won't end with a finger. You @@.gold;can't wait@@ to feel what's next. And you won't have to wait long. Something is pressing against your lips, just teasing you with the prospect of it entering. You part your lips just a hair's breadth and wiggle your tongue over something that feels decidedly like a man's glans, and tastes @@.gold;marvelously@@ like cock. Your tickling of Lex' urethra doesn't go unappreciated; with the help of a carefully prying finger, he allows his meat entrance to your mouth. Once inside, it's tough for him to get out, not that he'd want to. Your lips are pressed tightly together, which makes movement difficult. Kind of like you're completely, @@.gold;beautifully@@ immobile in this latex sleeve you're lying in while you're getting your face fucked. The advantage of your narrow mouth is that he's getting as good a grip from your lips as any pair of @@.gold;cock massagers@@ can give you. Lex starts to get used to the resistance he gets at every thrust and pull inside your mouth. Soon, he has a nice rhythm going for himself -- @@.gold;and for you@@. Once he adjusts properly, he can reach far enough to go a decent length down your throat, a skill that you wear as a badge of honour<<if $throatclit is 1>>, and which is doing wonders for your libido given your recent throat modification<<endif>>. It helps that you're so @@.gold;perfectly@@ bound in a sea of latex, too, keeping your mouth perfectly still, succulent and ready to @@.gold;serve@@. The increased friction from your lips also trips Lex up though. Much sooner than you expected, you feel the familiar, @@.gold;lovely@@ taste of cum shoot past them, flowing into your stomach unhindered. As Lex pulls out, he drags a few drops behind him, which he caringly reinserts into your mouth, where it's willingly, impatiently lapped up by you as your final orgasm of the night rocks the whole vacbed. [[You step out of the vacbed|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]], and can go back home. Of course you thank him for the money and the wild, @@.gold;wild@@ ride. You stretch out a little bit. Finally, Lex released you from your latex pleasure prison. [[Or did he?|Week 3, Day 3 - Be My Latex Doll]]

<<if $obedience lt 4>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<elseif $obedience is 4>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $submissiveness = 3>><<endif>><<set $cash += 400>>\ Lex is excited like a kid on Christmas Eve. Before you even finished saying "okay", he was dropping to his knees and trying to fetch something from beneath the bed. It takes him a few tries to get a good grip, but he eventually gets it out. This thing is huge! No wonder he had trouble slipping that out from under the bed, it's almost as large as the mattress. You can't think of another word than "it" to call it, because you have no clue what this thing is. It kind of looks like a rectangular black trampoline without its legs. Lex sees your confused expression and laughs. @@.blue;"It's called a vacuum bed, or vacbed for short,"@@ he explains. @@.blue;"The shiny black material in the middle here is latex, as you probably figured out by now,"@@ he continues, pointing at what you compared to the part of the trampoline that would bounce you. @@.blue;"You'll actually slip into this, there are two holes for your nose up here. Then we hook up a vacuum to the frame, suck the air out and the latex will stick to your contours reeeaaaal nice,"@@ he announces excitedly, staring at your lithe body. @@.blue;"Don't worry, it's all safe, and I'll be here to watch if something goes wrong, but it shouldn't. Used it many times, never had an issue, I promise. Come on now, hop in!"@@ Well, you did say you would accept his deal. You undress and let yourself be directed into the "vacbed". It's not that easy to get into this thing. Even with the air still inside it, the latex can fit pretty tightly, especially around some areas, like your<<if $chestImplant is 1>> enhanced<<endif>> chest. Nonetheless, with Lex' help, you manage after a few minutes of struggling. All that's left is to correctly align the nostrils and you think you're good to go. It feels weird, being encased by the tight, rubbery material. It's so thick that you can barely hear what's going on outside. The bright light streaming into a window is nothing more but a subtle sheen in the corner of your vision. Lex says something that you only note to be mumbling and humming, but you expect he's about to turn on the vacuum. You nod your head as best you can. Indeed, a loud noise announces that air is now sucked out, though your skin would tell you as much. What you thought was tight a second ago becomes a prison. Your latex outfit was already something to behold, but now every pore of your skin is compressed and covered by the synthetic, shiny material. You won't lie; it feels incredible. Every cell in your body is touched all at once. What's @@.gold;best@@ is how you @@.gold;can't move an inch@@. The choker runs wild in your thoughts, telling you how @@.gold;liberating@@ these @@.gold;restraints@@ are, and your brain is so happy it doesn't care to call out the paradox. Lex' hands dropping on your tits and mauling them helps that a good deal as another orgasm clears your head a little. The stimulation is right back though as your @@.gold;Master@@-- client is using his other hand to massage your crotch. It's so hard to gauge time when all your sense are either being shut down or assaulted with overstimulation. It feels like Lex bathes in your body's pure and utter sexuality for about five minutes, though it may as well be anything from ten seconds to an hours for all you know. You wiggle your mouth a bit; the latex is a little rough there, while it's extremely comfortable @@.gold;and comforting@@ everywhere else. That part turns out to be the one to throw you off when you realise what it actually is. A zipper. Lex slowly, sensually undoes it, doubtlessly enjoying the scene of your plump lips popping free of their prison. "Free" is perhaps a strong word though; the zipper is tiny. It's just barely wide enough to allow your mouth to poke out in its entirety. However, the seal is not broken at all. The latex is still pressing on your body as tightly as it was before. If it wasn't for the relatively cold air buzzing past your @@.gold;needy@@ lips, you might have missed the zipper opening at all. Since the zipper gets stretched and pulled against your skin by the vacuum, you do feel it press your lips against each other though, as if you were constantly pouting. <em>Ahn!~</em> A finger just ran along them, teasing you. One slips in, prodding your tongue and feeling how your lips naturally press against it. You know it won't end with a finger. You @@.gold;can't wait@@ to feel what's next. And you won't have to wait long. Something is pressing against your lips, just teasing you with the prospect of it entering. You part your lips just a hair's breadth and wiggle your tongue over something that feels decidedly like a man's glans, and tastes @@.gold;marvelously@@ like cock. Your tickling of Lex' urethra doesn't go unappreciated; with the help of a carefully prying finger, he allows his meat entrance to your mouth. Once inside, it's tough for him to get out, not that he'd want to. Your lips are pressed tightly together, which makes movement difficult. Kind of like you're completely, @@.gold;beautifully@@ immobile in this latex sleeve you're lying in while you're getting your face fucked. The advantage of your narrow mouth is that he's getting as good a grip from your lips as any pair of @@.gold;cock massagers@@ can give you. Lex starts to get used to the resistance he gets at every thrust and pull inside your mouth. Soon, he has a nice rhythm going for himself -- @@.gold;and for you@@. Once he adjusts properly, he can reach far enough to go a decent length down your throat, a skill that you wear as a badge of honour<<if $throatclit is 1>>, and which is doing wonders for your libido given your recent throat modification<<endif>>. It helps that you're so @@.gold;perfectly@@ bound in a sea of latex, too, keeping your mouth perfectly still, succulent and ready to @@.gold;serve@@. The increased friction from your lips also trips Lex up though. Much sooner than you expected, you feel the familiar, @@.gold;lovely@@ taste of cum shoot past them, flowing into your stomach unhindered. As Lex pulls out, he drags a few drops behind him, which he caringly reinserts into your mouth, where it's willingly, impatiently lapped up by you as your final orgasm of the night rocks the whole vacbed. [[You step out of the vacbed|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]], and can go back home. Of course you thank him for the money and the wild, @@.gold;wild@@ ride. You stretch out a little bit. Finally, Lex released you from your latex pleasure prison. [[Or did he?|Week 3, Day 2 - Be My Latex Doll]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Dominic@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a scrawny, lanky guy greets you. The greeting doesn't exactly stop at a handshake. You've barely set foot into his hotel room and he already has his hands all over you, hugging you, stroking your arm to emphasise every word he says. Jeez, his profile wasn't kidding when it said he was into latex. @@.blue;"So, uhh, I guess we should just get started?"@@ [[Yeah, maybe you should.|Week 3, Day 2 - Sexing Lex - Latex Lover]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Dominic@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a scrawny, lanky guy greets you. The greeting doesn't exactly stop at a handshake. You've barely set foot into his hotel room and he already has his hands all over you, hugging you, stroking your arm to emphasise every word he says. Jeez, his profile wasn't kidding when it said he was into latex. @@.blue;"So, uhh, I guess we should just get started?"@@ [[Yeah, maybe you should.|Week 3, Day 3 - Sexing Lex - Latex Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 4>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<elseif $obedience is 4>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $submissiveness = 3>><<endif>><<set $cash += 400>>\ Lex is excited like a kid on Christmas Eve. Before you even finished saying "okay", he was dropping to his knees and trying to fetch something from beneath the bed. It takes him a few tries to get a good grip, but he eventually gets it out. This thing is huge! No wonder he had trouble slipping that out from under the bed, it's almost as large as the mattress. You can't think of another word than "it" to call it, because you have no clue what this thing is. It kind of looks like a rectangular black trampoline without its legs. Lex sees your confused expression and laughs. @@.blue;"It's called a vacuum bed, or vacbed for short,"@@ he explains. @@.blue;"The shiny black material in the middle here is latex, as you probably figured out by now,"@@ he continues, pointing at what you compared to the part of the trampoline that would bounce you. @@.blue;"You'll actually slip into this, there are two holes for your nose up here. Then we hook up a vacuum to the frame, suck the air out and the latex will stick to your contours reeeaaaal nice,"@@ he announces excitedly, staring at your lithe body. @@.blue;"Don't worry, it's all safe, and I'll be here to watch if something goes wrong, but it shouldn't. Used it many times, never had an issue, I promise. Come on now, hop in!"@@ Well, you did say you would accept his deal. You undress and let yourself be directed into the "vacbed". It's not that easy to get into this thing. Even with the air still inside it, the latex can fit pretty tightly, especially around some areas, like your<<if $chestImplant is 1>> enhanced<<endif>> chest. Nonetheless, with Lex' help, you manage after a few minutes of struggling. All that's left is to correctly align the nostrils and you think you're good to go. It feels weird, being encased by the tight, rubbery material. It's so thick that you can barely hear what's going on outside. The bright light streaming into a window is nothing more but a subtle sheen in the corner of your vision. Lex says something that you only note to be mumbling and humming, but you expect he's about to turn on the vacuum. You nod your head as best you can. Indeed, a loud noise announces that air is now sucked out, though your skin would tell you as much. What you thought was tight a second ago becomes a prison. Your latex outfit was already something to behold, but now every pore of your skin is compressed and covered by the synthetic, shiny material. You won't lie; it feels incredible. Every cell in your body is touched all at once. What's @@.gold;best@@ is how you @@.gold;can't move an inch@@. The choker runs wild in your thoughts, telling you how @@.gold;liberating@@ these @@.gold;restraints@@ are, and your brain is so happy it doesn't care to call out the paradox. Lex' hands dropping on your tits and mauling them helps that a good deal as another orgasm clears your head a little. The stimulation is right back though as your @@.gold;Master@@-- client is using his other hand to massage your crotch. It's so hard to gauge time when all your sense are either being shut down or assaulted with overstimulation. It feels like Lex bathes in your body's pure and utter sexuality for about five minutes, though it may as well be anything from ten seconds to an hours for all you know. You wiggle your mouth a bit; the latex is a little rough there, while it's extremely comfortable @@.gold;and comforting@@ everywhere else. That part turns out to be the one to throw you off when you realise what it actually is. A zipper. Lex slowly, sensually undoes it, doubtlessly enjoying the scene of your plump lips popping free of their prison. "Free" is perhaps a strong word though; the zipper is tiny. It's just barely wide enough to allow your mouth to poke out in its entirety. However, the seal is not broken at all. The latex is still pressing on your body as tightly as it was before. If it wasn't for the relatively cold air buzzing past your @@.gold;needy@@ lips, you might have missed the zipper opening at all. Since the zipper gets stretched and pulled against your skin by the vacuum, you do feel it press your lips against each other though, as if you were constantly pouting. <em>Ahn!~</em> A finger just ran along them, teasing you. One slips in, prodding your tongue and feeling how your lips naturally press against it. You know it won't end with a finger. You @@.gold;can't wait@@ to feel what's next. And you won't have to wait long. Something is pressing against your lips, just teasing you with the prospect of it entering. You part your lips just a hair's breadth and wiggle your tongue over something that feels decidedly like a man's glans, and tastes @@.gold;marvelously@@ like cock. Your tickling of Lex' urethra doesn't go unappreciated; with the help of a carefully prying finger, he allows his meat entrance to your mouth. Once inside, it's tough for him to get out, not that he'd want to. Your lips are pressed tightly together, which makes movement difficult. Kind of like you're completely, @@.gold;beautifully@@ immobile in this latex sleeve you're lying in while you're getting your face fucked. The advantage of your narrow mouth is that he's getting as good a grip from your lips as any pair of @@.gold;cock massagers@@ can give you. Lex starts to get used to the resistance he gets at every thrust and pull inside your mouth. Soon, he has a nice rhythm going for himself -- @@.gold;and for you@@. Once he adjusts properly, he can reach far enough to go a decent length down your throat, a skill that you wear as a badge of honour<<if $throatclit is 1>>, and which is doing wonders for your libido given your recent throat modification<<endif>>. It helps that you're so @@.gold;perfectly@@ bound in a sea of latex, too, keeping your mouth perfectly still, succulent and ready to @@.gold;serve@@. The increased friction from your lips also trips Lex up though. Much sooner than you expected, you feel the familiar, @@.gold;lovely@@ taste of cum shoot past them, flowing into your stomach unhindered. As Lex pulls out, he drags a few drops behind him, which he caringly reinserts into your mouth, where it's willingly, impatiently lapped up by you as your final orgasm of the night rocks the whole vacbed. [[You step out of the vacbed|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]], and can go back home. Of course you thank him for the money and the wild, @@.gold;wild@@ ride. You stretch out a little bit. Finally, Lex released you from your latex pleasure prison. [[Or did he?|Week 3, Day 1 - Be My Latex Doll]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Dominic@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a scrawny, lanky guy greets you. The greeting doesn't exactly stop at a handshake. You've barely set foot into his hotel room and he already has his hands all over you, hugging you, stroking your arm to emphasise every word he says. Jeez, his profile wasn't kidding when it said he was into latex. @@.blue;"So, uhh, I guess we should just get started?"@@ [[Yeah, maybe you should.|Week 3, Day 4 - Sexing Lex - Latex Lover]]

<<if $pickedRegular is 1>>You step into the hotel room, meeting your client for today. He's really nice, though a little sweaty and insecure for your tastes. His name's John, and apparently it's his first time "soliciting a hooker", as he so eloquently explains. You don't doubt it. If he's got hesitations, it's probably best to subtly guide him towards the nice, large bed right away. Trying to have him adjust to the new situation, you start a tame makeout session. After you've done that for a while, you need to decide how to play... well, the "hooker" portion of tonight.\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>>You enter the hotel room, where your client is already waiting for you. His name is Jack and he's considerably less nervous than John was. Not exactly a complete jock, but at least he has some basic confidence, going by the hand he rests on your ass as you're talking to him on the bed. You reply in kind with a gentle hand in his lap. Your little makeout session soon gets heated, and you're about to be in the thick of it. How do you want to handle it?\ <<endif>> [[Let him take charge.|Week 3, Day 2 - Sexing Regular Client]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Take charge yourself.|Week 3, Day 2 - Dominating Regular Client]]<<endif>>

<<if $pickedRegular is 1>>You step into the hotel room, meeting your client for today. He's really nice, though a little sweaty and insecure for your tastes. His name's John, and apparently it's his first time "soliciting a hooker", as he so eloquently explains. You don't doubt it. If he's got hesitations, it's probably best to subtly guide him towards the nice, large bed right away. Trying to have him adjust to the new situation, you start a tame makeout session. After you've done that for a while, you need to decide how to play... well, the "hooker" portion of tonight.\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>>You enter the hotel room, where your client is already waiting for you. His name is Jack and he's considerably less nervous than John was. Not exactly a complete jock, but at least he has some basic confidence, going by the hand he rests on your ass as you're talking to him on the bed. You reply in kind with a gentle hand in his lap. Your little makeout session soon gets heated, and you're about to be in the thick of it. How do you want to handle it?\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 3>>Your client is already awaiting you in the lobby. At first, he tries to guide you outside, though he stops when he sees you confused. You explain to him that you're not the word "escort" was used liberally. He catches on a second too late for your tastes, but understands what you mean. Flustered, he asks you to accompany him to your room. Maybe you should've kept your mouth shut, could've made for a calm evening. Oh well. Up in his room, he apologise for the misunderstanding and introduces himself as James. He says quite a few things, though you're a little tranced by his impressive biceps. Actually, now that you're listening, he's talking about the very arms you're gazing at. Slightly self-absorbed, this one. So, how do you want to do this?\ <<endif>> [[Let him take charge.|Week 3, Day 3 - Sexing Regular Client]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Take charge yourself.|Week 3, Day 3 - Dominating Regular Client]]<<endif>>

<<if $pickedRegular is 1>>You step into the hotel room, meeting your client for today. He's really nice, though a little sweaty and insecure for your tastes. His name's John, and apparently it's his first time "soliciting a hooker", as he so eloquently explains. You don't doubt it. If he's got hesitations, it's probably best to subtly guide him towards the nice, large bed right away. Trying to have him adjust to the new situation, you start a tame makeout session. After you've done that for a while, you need to decide how to play... well, the "hooker" portion of tonight.\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>>You enter the hotel room, where your client is already waiting for you. His name is Jack and he's considerably less nervous than John was. Not exactly a complete jock, but at least he has some basic confidence, going by the hand he rests on your ass as you're talking to him on the bed. You reply in kind with a gentle hand in his lap. Your little makeout session soon gets heated, and you're about to be in the thick of it. How do you want to handle it?\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 3>>Your client is already awaiting you in the lobby. At first, he tries to guide you outside, though he stops when he sees you confused. You explain to him that you're not the word "escort" was used liberally. He catches on a second too late for your tastes, but understands what you mean. Flustered, he asks you to accompany him to your room. Maybe you should've kept your mouth shut, could've made for a calm evening. Oh well. Up in his room, he apologise for the misunderstanding and introduces himself as James. He says quite a few things, though you're a little tranced by his impressive biceps. Actually, now that you're listening, he's talking about the very arms you're gazing at. Slightly self-absorbed, this one. So, how do you want to do this?\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 4>>This time, your customer is actually waiting in his hotel room, like it's supposed to be. He introduces himself as Jason. When you ask him whether he's getting ready for dinner, he laughs, not quite following. You explain that your last client wanted to take you on a date instead of employing your skills in the bedroom. @@.blue;"Really? That's hilarious. No offense, but I'd like to feel your body on my dick for a minimum of five seconds tonight, if you don't mind."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh, don't worry, I- really good with -y hands under the ta-le,"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh, don't worry, I'm really good with my hands under the table,"@@<<endif>> you joke again, and he laughs another time. This guy seems alright. What treatment does he get?\ <<endif>> [[Let him take charge.|Week 3, Day 4 - Sexing Regular Client]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Take charge yourself.|Week 3, Day 4 - Dominating Regular Client]]<<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0 and $pickedRegular neq 3>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ <<if $pickedRegular is 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ You just can't bring yourself to take charge. Instead, you break the kiss, lean back and let him take over. Of course, with a client that professed his inexperience, that is not a very exciting prospect. Every move he makes is preceded by a long pause and a glance at you, seeking approval. The choker has already made you quite horny, so your patience is finding its limits. One time, when he's greedily ogling your hips, you just take his hands and plant them on those @@.gold;baby cradles@@. For somebody who called you a "hooker", he really isn't as forward and direct as it'd seem. His dick isn't the largest either, but it'll have to do. At least he has some stamina. This whole submission thing doesn't work too well when the guy is underperforming. You start to fantasise and tell yourself that you're doing all this just to lie beneath a man who grabs you by the hips and just fucks you. Getting your engine jumpstarted like that works for you, and you start to get some lubrication and sincere moans going. Before the guy explodes into you, at least you got a quick orgasm out of it. He pays up without asking and you thank him for the night, though it wasn't anything to write home about. Well, that's the job of a prostitute, you guess, if you want good sex, maybe <em>you</em> need to pay <em>him</em>. [[After a long and tiring encounter, you go home.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ You just don't have the energy. The choker is strong and its influence hard to resist. You feel like playing the @@.gold;Bottom Bitch@@ tonight, and your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>pussy<<endif>> lubricates at the thought. Fortunately, he does have a bit of confidence in him, and even teases your nipples before actually pushing inside you. Once he does, he settles into a rhythm and doesn't shy away from getting at least a little rough. It's still vanilla sex, and he's noticeably wary of things that you may charge extra for. He <em>definitely</em> has experience with prostitutes, you can tell. He lifts up your legs, continue pounding into you, and sharply smacks you on your ass. You screech in surprise, and feel his hot cum flowing into you. Your own climax hits you at the same time, your juices joining his. For a few seconds, you just catch your breath and ride that wave of pleasure, after which you get up and clean his dick off with your mouth. Boys that treat you this well deserve a little @@.gold;reward@@. You let him enjoy your company for a few more minutes, after which he brings up payment on his own. Grateful for his straightforward attitude, you pocket the money and [[go back home|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]].\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 3>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ Your thoughts drift to the image of you, held up completely by his @@.gold;manly arms@@ as his cock pistons in and out of you while he's bouncing you up and down like a @@.gold;sex doll@@. Oh hold on, you're kissing him already. When did that happen? You're getting ahead of yourself. You just can't help it, somebody who looks this manly is bound to send your imagination into overdrive. Listen to yourself, you're already moaning into his mouth. He's sure getting his money's worth. What's odd, however, is how content he is with just kissing. He hasn't touched your boobs, nor any other part of your body, really. Considering how big his arms are, it's curious how little he uses them. You drop some subtle and not-so-subtle hints for him, which he never picks up. At some point, you're grinding your hips on his crotch and he's still just kissing you. Eventually, you just draw him on top of you, desperate to get fucked. Even so, he starts rubbing himself on you instead of going for real penetration. It's an odd, awkward scene to watch as you see this man basically dry-hump you. Surprisingly, it's enough to get him off. Without warning, his thrust suddenly turns into twitching and he cums in his pants. Even more surprisingly, so do you! Somehow, the choker is pushing you over the edge, causing both of you to tremble in orgasm. Something about being a @@.gold;slab of meat@@ to rub himself on must be enough for the choker to consider you properly submissive. Whatever it is, you don't care. You just feel good. James apologises again for the weird encounter, and pays up dutifully. You both part ways immediately. This job really shows you the depths of people's insecurity. Your mind is racing with possible explanations for why he wouldn't take off his pants as you [[walk home.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 4>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ Jason seems like the guy you could entrust with taking the lead. There's actually little foreplay before he does, not asking you for permission. @@.gold;Hmmmmm, perfect.@@ He grabs your hips and throws you onto the bed, making you giggle. Jason may not have the biceps that James had, but at least he knows how to use it. Mounting you, he plants some deep kisses all over your body as he undresses you and himself. When his pants come down, he sticks his dick into your mouth. You lick it all over, slightly worried that he wants to finish up there, but are relieved to find he was only looking for some lubrication. @@.gold;Can't have touched my <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>pussy<<endif>> yet, or he'd know that's unnecessary.@@ Both of you as wet as possible, he enters you without delay. Glad that you're not getting teased for once, you let yourself bathe in his masculine power. Jason's dick is appropriately sized, every thrust of his makes you feel small and makes your knees go weak, but isn't harsh enough to be painful. This man is a born lover. Just like you're a born @@.gold;whore@@. That realisation makes you give up for good, as your body jerks forward in orgasm. Your wild convulsions are enough to finish off Jason as well, bestowing his hot load upon your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.gold;"womb"@@<<else>>@@.gold;womb@@<<endif>>. He doesn't seem too fazed by his climax. With a clearly pleased, but not amazed expression, he regards your shaking form. @@.blue;"Does that mean it was decent enough?"@@ he jokes. You bite your lower lip, looking at him and nodding while you laugh like something between a madman and a party girl who just chugged two glasses of <<if $asianProgress lt 5>>vodka<<else>>@@.gold;sake@@<<endif>>. If you gave out freebies, you'd be tempted to give Jason one, but the temptation of @@.gold;selling your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy@@ is even great. Without making a fuss, Jason pays up and you ruefully [[make your way back home.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ <<if $pickedRegular is 1>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ \ With a baby like this guy, you better take charge yourself. It'll also be a good opportunity to show your choker who's boss. So instead of indulging his sweaty hands and chatty bullshit, you just grab the guy by the dick and pull him over to the bed. You sit down on it, get his pants down for good, and start lubricating his cock with your mouth, slurping around it noisily until it's all nicely covered with your saliva. Then you just grab him again, twist him around and throw him backwards onto the bed, jumping on his lap before he even lands. Your panties have come off at the same time, quite an efficient move.<<if $penis is 1>> He doesn't seem concerned at seeing your girlclit hanging out in the open.<<endif>> So you line yourself up, and drop down his length with a loud moan. You have to say it's incredibly fun, popping this guy's cherry, but it's missing something carnal. It's absolutely obvious that he's enjoying himself, too, but he's still just lying there like an inexperienced, dead fish. Plus, there's no sexual gratification to speak of. Your sex organs feel the same that they always do, but somehow your engine isn't really starting. After ten minutes of riding this guy, you hear him getting chatty again, finding out that he's about to cum. When his hot jizz enters your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>>cunt<<endif>>, you really push yourself down his rod, trying to get that heat pushed to your very core, but to no avail. No orgasm for you tonight. Trying your best to hide your disappointment, you bid the client farewell and thank him after he readily pays up. You'd hoped to send a message to the choker, but apparently that backfired. Now you feel more horny than ever, and the need to @@.gold;kneel before a manly hunk@@ is central to every thought coursing through your brain. [[Alright, take a deep breath and go back home.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ \ This guy seems much more robust than John. You think you'll take him for a ride. Pushing him on his back, you mount his cock without consent. Hey, he's paying, you didn't say he'd get to decide how this goes down. Within seconds, you're riding him on top, determined to get your share of pleasure. Jack doesn't seem very familiar with girls being so forward, but he seems to enjoy it. His hands shoot up to knead your tits. The feeling of his fingers on your nipples helps you along as you rock your hips. A few times, he adjusts his position, using his hands to help you up and down his length instead. Unfortunately, he seems to like you taking charge a little too much. After mere minutes, Jack blows his load into you, long before you can even dream about an orgasm. Well... it was fun while it lasted. Sadly, <em>he</em> didn't last very long., so neither did your fun. It takes him longer to recuperate from the massive load he shot into you than you actually had sex. Well, this is your job. A prostitute's pleasure isn't far up the priority list of a john. Maybe if you were a @@.gold;good girl@@, you could've got an orgasm, but that means ceding control to the choker. It's up to you... Jack pays up dutifully, thanking you very much for your services. At least you brightened his day, you guess. [[Time to go home and jill off.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 3>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ Dominating somebody as physically strong as him makes for twice the fun. You grant him a few minutes of making out before you set your plan into motion. Grabbing his thighs, you drop him backwards onto the bed. As he falls over, you mount him right away to avoid any attempts to get back up. God, those arms look fucking sexy. Concentrate, you're trying to fuck this guy's brains out. You keep kissing him and massage his pecs with one hand. The other is snaking down towards his pants, unzipping them. At first, you both kiss each other as you usually do, but once you start pulling his pants down, James starts getting a little anxious. When you have him down to his underwear, he finally speaks up. @@.blue;"Please stop..."@@ you barely hear him say. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"No need to -e shy,"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"No need to be shy,"@@<<endif>> you smile at him. His anxiety is still palpable, but at least he withdraws his muscly hands from his pelvis. Revealing his crotch also reveals the reason for his anxiety. That is a small penis. Hey, you're sure there are smaller, and it's really nothing that would hint at some kind of medical or genetic problem. But it's undeniably, noticeably below average. Okay, this line of thought really doesn't help getting your engine going. The awkward pause was long enough, you've been staring for a while and James surely must've noticed. To make up for it, you play up inserting his dick into yourself, grunting like an animal. In reality, you hardly feel him inside you. You're doing your best to grind your hips as violently as you can muster, but it's not magic. You can only use what's actually there. In frustration, you're squealing high-pitched noises and start to slap James' pecs, which he apparently likes, because he's squirting his load into you right at that moment. You let yourself slide off his softening dicklet, resting your head on his shoulder and smiling up at him. That's what being a prostitute is like, you keep reminding yourself. You're selling pleasure, and can't expect any of your own. The pay is fucking sick though. A hundred dollars for one night's work. Your old job doesn't compare, not even close. James dutifully pays up, and is visibly ashamed by his package, though simultaneously excited after your services. In the end, you're still grateful for the pay, and he was really nice as well, so you give him a peck on the cheek and [[wish him a good night.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]\ \ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 4>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ James turned out a little weird despite his manly physical appearance. Jason, however, seems to have a good mindset to handle a <em>real</em> woman. Only one way to find out. With no foreplay to speak of, you drop Jason on his back. He smiles up at you, clearly pleased with your style. You take that as permission to tear his clothes off, not that you'd need it. His shirt comes off to reveal a decent physique that was previously hidden. Your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>pussy<<endif>> twitches a little at the manly muscles under your dainty fingers. After you've got his pants and underwear off, you squat over Jason's naked form to line up your hole with his meat. You feel his glans pressed against your entrance, and your leg muscles give out, dropping yourself on him to the hilt. It feels so good to finally feel some @@.gold;cock@@ inside you again. Your mind swims with images of how you'll ride him 'til the sun comes up. Jason helps your pleasure along by not lying around like a dead fish. His hands roam all over your body, squeezing your tits and flicking your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>clit. Eventually, they rest on your ass. He clamps down on it, squeezing tightly, as his dick races in and out of you. No no no, don't go so-- ...fast. Hot cum jets inside you, warming your @@.gold;love hole@@. While he's done his best, you were just on the brink of orgasm, and there's no chance you're getting there now. @@.blue;"Damn, you're a hot piece of ass. Sorry for the quick draw, but a girl taking the lead makes me cum in seconds,"@@ he says sheepishly. Yeah, you noticed. Slightly sexually frustrated, you collect your money. You're still grateful to have met a pretty decent client. Maybe you'll see each other again? Who knows, it's not impossible. For now though, you have to [[head home.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0 and $pickedRegular neq 3>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ <<if $pickedRegular is 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ You just can't bring yourself to take charge. Instead, you break the kiss, lean back and let him take over. Of course, with a client that professed his inexperience, that is not a very exciting prospect. Every move he makes is preceded by a long pause and a glance at you, seeking approval. The choker has already made you quite horny, so your patience is finding its limits. One time, when he's greedily ogling your hips, you just take his hands and plant them on those @@.gold;baby cradles@@. For somebody who called you a "hooker", he really isn't as forward and direct as it'd seem. His dick isn't the largest either, but it'll have to do. At least he has some stamina. This whole submission thing doesn't work too well when the guy is underperforming. You start to fantasise and tell yourself that you're doing all this just to lie beneath a man who grabs you by the hips and just fucks you. Getting your engine jumpstarted like that works for you, and you start to get some lubrication and sincere moans going. Before the guy explodes into you, at least you got a quick orgasm out of it. He pays up without asking and you thank him for the night, though it wasn't anything to write home about. Well, that's the job of a prostitute, you guess, if you want good sex, maybe <em>you</em> need to pay <em>him</em>. [[After a long and tiring encounter, you go home.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ You just don't have the energy. The choker is strong and its influence hard to resist. You feel like playing the @@.gold;Bottom Bitch@@ tonight, and your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>pussy<<endif>> lubricates at the thought. Fortunately, he does have a bit of confidence in him, and even teases your nipples before actually pushing inside you. Once he does, he settles into a rhythm and doesn't shy away from getting at least a little rough. It's still vanilla sex, and he's noticeably wary of things that you may charge extra for. He <em>definitely</em> has experience with prostitutes, you can tell. He lifts up your legs, continue pounding into you, and sharply smacks you on your ass. You screech in surprise, and feel his hot cum flowing into you. Your own climax hits you at the same time, your juices joining his. For a few seconds, you just catch your breath and ride that wave of pleasure, after which you get up and clean his dick off with your mouth. Boys that treat you this well deserve a little @@.gold;reward@@. You let him enjoy your company for a few more minutes, after which he brings up payment on his own. Grateful for his straightforward attitude, you pocket the money and [[go back home|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]].\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 3>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ Your thoughts drift to the image of you, held up completely by his @@.gold;manly arms@@ as his cock pistons in and out of you while he's bouncing you up and down like a @@.gold;sex doll@@. Oh hold on, you're kissing him already. When did that happen? You're getting ahead of yourself. You just can't help it, somebody who looks this manly is bound to send your imagination into overdrive. Listen to yourself, you're already moaning into his mouth. He's sure getting his money's worth. What's odd, however, is how content he is with just kissing. He hasn't touched your boobs, nor any other part of your body, really. Considering how big his arms are, it's curious how little he uses them. You drop some subtle and not-so-subtle hints for him, which he never picks up. At some point, you're grinding your hips on his crotch and he's still just kissing you. Eventually, you just draw him on top of you, desperate to get fucked. Even so, he starts rubbing himself on you instead of going for real penetration. It's an odd, awkward scene to watch as you see this man basically dry-hump you. Surprisingly, it's enough to get him off. Without warning, his thrust suddenly turns into twitching and he cums in his pants. Even more surprisingly, so do you! Somehow, the choker is pushing you over the edge, causing both of you to tremble in orgasm. Something about being a @@.gold;slab of meat@@ to rub himself on must be enough for the choker to consider you properly submissive. Whatever it is, you don't care. You just feel good. James apologises again for the weird encounter, and pays up dutifully. You both part ways immediately. This job really shows you the depths of people's insecurity. Your mind is racing with possible explanations for why he wouldn't take off his pants as you [[walk home.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ <<if $pickedRegular is 1>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ \ With a baby like this guy, you better take charge yourself. It'll also be a good opportunity to show your choker who's boss. So instead of indulging his sweaty hands and chatty bullshit, you just grab the guy by the dick and pull him over to the bed. You sit down on it, get his pants down for good, and start lubricating his cock with your mouth, slurping around it noisily until it's all nicely covered with your saliva. Then you just grab him again, twist him around and throw him backwards onto the bed, jumping on his lap before he even lands. Your panties have come off at the same time, quite an efficient move.<<if $penis is 1>> He doesn't seem concerned at seeing your girlclit hanging out in the open.<<endif>> So you line yourself up, and drop down his length with a loud moan. You have to say it's incredibly fun, popping this guy's cherry, but it's missing something carnal. It's absolutely obvious that he's enjoying himself, too, but he's still just lying there like an inexperienced, dead fish. Plus, there's no sexual gratification to speak of. Your sex organs feel the same that they always do, but somehow your engine isn't really starting. After ten minutes of riding this guy, you hear him getting chatty again, finding out that he's about to cum. When his hot jizz enters your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>>cunt<<endif>>, you really push yourself down his rod, trying to get that heat pushed to your very core, but to no avail. No orgasm for you tonight. Trying your best to hide your disappointment, you bid the client farewell and thank him after he readily pays up. You'd hoped to send a message to the choker, but apparently that backfired. Now you feel more horny than ever, and the need to @@.gold;kneel before a manly hunk@@ is central to every thought coursing through your brain. [[Alright, take a deep breath and go back home.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ \ This guy seems much more robust than John. You think you'll take him for a ride. Pushing him on his back, you mount his cock without consent. Hey, he's paying, you didn't say he'd get to decide how this goes down. Within seconds, you're riding him on top, determined to get your share of pleasure. Jack doesn't seem very familiar with girls being so forward, but he seems to enjoy it. His hands shoot up to knead your tits. The feeling of his fingers on your nipples helps you along as you rock your hips. A few times, he adjusts his position, using his hands to help you up and down his length instead. Unfortunately, he seems to like you taking charge a little too much. After mere minutes, Jack blows his load into you, long before you can even dream about an orgasm. Well... it was fun while it lasted. Sadly, <em>he</em> didn't last very long., so neither did your fun. It takes him longer to recuperate from the massive load he shot into you than you actually had sex. Well, this is your job. A prostitute's pleasure isn't far up the priority list of a john. Maybe if you were a @@.gold;good girl@@, you could've got an orgasm, but that means ceding control to the choker. It's up to you... Jack pays up dutifully, thanking you very much for your services. At least you brightened his day, you guess. [[Time to go home and jill off.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]\ \ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 3>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ Dominating somebody as physically strong as him makes for twice the fun. You grant him a few minutes of making out before you set your plan into motion. Grabbing his thighs, you drop him backwards onto the bed. As he falls over, you mount him right away to avoid any attempts to get back up. God, those arms look fucking sexy. Concentrate, you're trying to fuck this guy's brains out. You keep kissing him and massage his pecs with one hand. The other is snaking down towards his pants, unzipping them. At first, you both kiss each other as you usually do, but once you start pulling his pants down, James starts getting a little anxious. When you have him down to his underwear, he finally speaks up. @@.blue;"Please stop..."@@ you barely hear him say. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"No need to -e shy,"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"No need to be shy,"@@<<endif>> you smile at him. His anxiety is still palpable, but at least he withdraws his muscly hands from his pelvis. Revealing his crotch also reveals the reason for his anxiety. That is a small penis. Hey, you're sure there are smaller, and it's really nothing that would hint at some kind of medical or genetic problem. But it's undeniably, noticeably below average. Okay, this line of thought really doesn't help getting your engine going. The awkward pause was long enough, you've been staring for a while and James surely must've noticed. To make up for it, you play up inserting his dick into yourself, grunting like an animal. In reality, you hardly feel him inside you. You're doing your best to grind your hips as violently as you can muster, but it's not magic. You can only use what's actually there. In frustration, you're squealing high-pitched noises and start to slap James' pecs, which he apparently likes, because he's squirting his load into you right at that moment. You let yourself slide off his softening dicklet, resting your head on his shoulder and smiling up at him. That's what being a prostitute is like, you keep reminding yourself. You're selling pleasure, and can't expect any of your own. The pay is fucking sick though. A hundred dollars for one night's work. Your old job doesn't compare, not even close. James dutifully pays up, and is visibly ashamed by his package, though simultaneously excited after your services. In the end, you're still grateful for the pay, and he was really nice as well, so you give him a peck on the cheek and [[wish him a good night.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0 and $pickedRegular neq 3>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ <<if $pickedRegular is 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ You just can't bring yourself to take charge. Instead, you break the kiss, lean back and let him take over. Of course, with a client that professed his inexperience, that is not a very exciting prospect. Every move he makes is preceded by a long pause and a glance at you, seeking approval. The choker has already made you quite horny, so your patience is finding its limits. One time, when he's greedily ogling your hips, you just take his hands and plant them on those @@.gold;baby cradles@@. For somebody who called you a "hooker", he really isn't as forward and direct as it'd seem. His dick isn't the largest either, but it'll have to do. At least he has some stamina. This whole submission thing doesn't work too well when the guy is underperforming. You start to fantasise and tell yourself that you're doing all this just to lie beneath a man who grabs you by the hips and just fucks you. Getting your engine jumpstarted like that works for you, and you start to get some lubrication and sincere moans going. Before the guy explodes into you, at least you got a quick orgasm out of it. He pays up without asking and you thank him for the night, though it wasn't anything to write home about. Well, that's the job of a prostitute, you guess, if you want good sex, maybe <em>you</em> need to pay <em>him</em>. [[After a long and tiring encounter, you go home.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ You just don't have the energy. The choker is strong and its influence hard to resist. You feel like playing the @@.gold;Bottom Bitch@@ tonight, and your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>pussy<<endif>> lubricates at the thought. Fortunately, he does have a bit of confidence in him, and even teases your nipples before actually pushing inside you. Once he does, he settles into a rhythm and doesn't shy away from getting at least a little rough. It's still vanilla sex, and he's noticeably wary of things that you may charge extra for. He <em>definitely</em> has experience with prostitutes, you can tell. He lifts up your legs, continue pounding into you, and sharply smacks you on your ass. You screech in surprise, and feel his hot cum flowing into you. Your own climax hits you at the same time, your juices joining his. For a few seconds, you just catch your breath and ride that wave of pleasure, after which you get up and clean his dick off with your mouth. Boys that treat you this well deserve a little @@.gold;reward@@. You let him enjoy your company for a few more minutes, after which he brings up payment on his own. Grateful for his straightforward attitude, you pocket the money and [[go back home|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]].\ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ <<if $pickedRegular is 1>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ \ With a baby like this guy, you better take charge yourself. It'll also be a good opportunity to show your choker who's boss. So instead of indulging his sweaty hands and chatty bullshit, you just grab the guy by the dick and pull him over to the bed. You sit down on it, get his pants down for good, and start lubricating his cock with your mouth, slurping around it noisily until it's all nicely covered with your saliva. Then you just grab him again, twist him around and throw him backwards onto the bed, jumping on his lap before he even lands. Your panties have come off at the same time, quite an efficient move.<<if $penis is 1>> He doesn't seem concerned at seeing your girlclit hanging out in the open.<<endif>> So you line yourself up, and drop down his length with a loud moan. You have to say it's incredibly fun, popping this guy's cherry, but it's missing something carnal. It's absolutely obvious that he's enjoying himself, too, but he's still just lying there like an inexperienced, dead fish. Plus, there's no sexual gratification to speak of. Your sex organs feel the same that they always do, but somehow your engine isn't really starting. After ten minutes of riding this guy, you hear him getting chatty again, finding out that he's about to cum. When his hot jizz enters your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>>cunt<<endif>>, you really push yourself down his rod, trying to get that heat pushed to your very core, but to no avail. No orgasm for you tonight. Trying your best to hide your disappointment, you bid the client farewell and thank him after he readily pays up. You'd hoped to send a message to the choker, but apparently that backfired. Now you feel more horny than ever, and the need to @@.gold;kneel before a manly hunk@@ is central to every thought coursing through your brain. [[Alright, take a deep breath and go back home.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ \ This guy seems much more robust than John. You think you'll take him for a ride. Pushing him on his back, you mount his cock without consent. Hey, he's paying, you didn't say he'd get to decide how this goes down. Within seconds, you're riding him on top, determined to get your share of pleasure. Jack doesn't seem very familiar with girls being so forward, but he seems to enjoy it. His hands shoot up to knead your tits. The feeling of his fingers on your nipples helps you along as you rock your hips. A few times, he adjusts his position, using his hands to help you up and down his length instead. Unfortunately, he seems to like you taking charge a little too much. After mere minutes, Jack blows his load into you, long before you can even dream about an orgasm. Well... it was fun while it lasted. Sadly, <em>he</em> didn't last very long., so neither did your fun. It takes him longer to recuperate from the massive load he shot into you than you actually had sex. Well, this is your job. A prostitute's pleasure isn't far up the priority list of a john. Maybe if you were a @@.gold;good girl@@, you could've got an orgasm, but that means ceding control to the choker. It's up to you... Jack pays up dutifully, thanking you very much for your services. At least you brightened his day, you guess. [[Time to go home and jill off.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]]\ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0 and $pickedRegular neq 3>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ You just can't bring yourself to take charge. Instead, you break the kiss, lean back and let him take over. Of course, with a client that professed his inexperience, that is not a very exciting prospect. Every move he makes is preceded by a long pause and a glance at you, seeking approval. The choker has already made you quite horny, so your patience is finding its limits. One time, when he's greedily ogling your hips, you just take his hands and plant them on those @@.gold;baby cradles@@. For somebody who called you a "hooker", he really isn't as forward and direct as it'd seem. His dick isn't the largest either, but it'll have to do. At least he has some stamina. This whole submission thing doesn't work too well when the guy is underperforming. You start to fantasise and tell yourself that you're doing all this just to lie beneath a man who grabs you by the hips and just fucks you. Getting your engine jumpstarted like that works for you, and you start to get some lubrication and sincere moans going. Before the guy explodes into you, at least you got a quick orgasm out of it. He pays up without asking and you thank him for the night, though it wasn't anything to write home about. Well, that's the job of a prostitute, you guess, if you want good sex, maybe <em>you</em> need to pay <em>him</em>. [[After a long and tiring encounter, you go home.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ \ With a baby like this guy, you better take charge yourself. It'll also be a good opportunity to show your choker who's boss. So instead of indulging his sweaty hands and chatty bullshit, you just grab the guy by the dick and pull him over to the bed. You sit down on it, get his pants down for good, and start lubricating his cock with your mouth, slurping around it noisily until it's all nicely covered with your saliva. Then you just grab him again, twist him around and throw him backwards onto the bed, jumping on his lap before he even lands. Your panties have come off at the same time, quite an efficient move.<<if $penis is 1>> He doesn't seem concerned at seeing your girlclit hanging out in the open.<<endif>> So you line yourself up, and drop down his length with a loud moan. You have to say it's incredibly fun, popping this guy's cherry, but it's missing something carnal. It's absolutely obvious that he's enjoying himself, too, but he's still just lying there like an inexperienced, dead fish. Plus, there's no sexual gratification to speak of. Your sex organs feel the same that they always do, but somehow your engine isn't really starting. After ten minutes of riding this guy, you hear him getting chatty again, finding out that he's about to cum. When his hot jizz enters your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>>cunt<<endif>>, you really push yourself down his rod, trying to get that heat pushed to your very core, but to no avail. No orgasm for you tonight. Trying your best to hide your disappointment, you bid the client farewell and thank him after he readily pays up. You'd hoped to send a message to the choker, but apparently that backfired. Now you feel more horny than ever, and the need to @@.gold;kneel before a manly hunk@@ is central to every thought coursing through your brain. [[Alright, take a deep breath and go back home.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]]

You enter @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s piercing parlour another time, and he notices you coming in immediately. @@.gunther;"The lovely lady visits us again! It is so good to see you. If you come by every veekend now, I will have to expand my catalogue!"@@ As usual, he breaks out in raucuous laughter that you can't help but join in to. While visits with your prostitute nemesis can be rather terrifying, coming here on your own is always very uplifting, even if you don't decide to get anything done. @@.gunther;"I suppose your friend sent you here, didn't she? She said you vould stop by, and I'm happy to see she vas right. Give me a second, I vill fetch the book for you,"@@ he offers. While you're not exactly in agreement with the term 'friend' in this context, you won't let that ruin your mood and nod approvingly, and @@.gunther;Gunther@@ wanders off into the back room. He returns a minute later with a catalogue of shapes and places, basically everything surrounding piercings. @@.gunther;"I vas told to direct you tovards piercings for your belly button. They are very feminine and many men think they strongly enhance beauty. I myself find them very attractive on already pretty ladies such as yourself,"@@ he compliments you. You blush and thank him for the nice words, actually enamoured by some of the models he suggests. There is a really gorgeous one, a purple, relatively flat stone in a silver setting, fitting in your navel, but not filling it entirely. You wouldn't exactly call it classy, but at least it's not as gaudy and over-the-top as some of the other designs. Still decidedly slutty though. Apparently, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> would pay for the piercing too, as you're told, so that's a load off your mind. It's all about whether you like it or not. Well, do you? [[Of course you do!|Week 3, Day 6 - Getting a Navel Piercing]] [[Fuck no!|Week 3, Day 6 - Saying Goodbye]]

<<if $quizLost is 1 or $quizLost2 is 1 or $quizWon is 1 or $quizWon2 is 1>>You should already be familiar with how she carries it. She'll bring Dale along, she'll tell you that it's right for you to be punished and that you should just accept it, and you will do the exact opposite, and push for a quiz again. It's your only chance out of getting fucked for certain. Now that you think about it, it's a wonder that she accepted your proposal for a quiz to begin with. <<if $bimbo is 2>>Well, given her intellect, maybe it's not <em>that</em> surprising.<<endif>> Anyway, there's a knock on the door, so it seems likely your plan is going to be put into action just a few minutes from now. Sure enough, it's <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. And unsurprisingly, Dale is tagging along behind her, already a wide, dumb grin on his face at the prospect of railing a juicy piece like yourself. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> speaks up, but you interrupt her right away. You don't need another one of her outlandish speeches where she's gloating how big of a slut you are and how much you enjoy your new role. @@.gold;If the shoes fits...@@ You figure you'll hear enough of those speeches for some time, you don't need one today. Naturally, she's not pleased, but she listens to your proposal and accepts once again, same ground rules. <<if $submissiveness gte 5>>It's really been a while since you had your last, good orgasm and it's having an effect on your breathing and concentration.<<endif>> You answer a question right, Dale and she will leave without consequences for you. But if your answer is incorrect, not only will Dave rape you all day, but you'll also receive an extra punishment, most likely in the form of an implant you'd prefer to avoid. Alright, here it comes. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Fair enough. I stuck to my schedule, I'll indulge yours once more. Although I have to say your disobedience is getting tiresome, I'd hoped the choker would beat that out of you. This should be relatively easy. What is the name of the lady that ran the brothel you worked at yesterday?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Ugh, alrighty, you're getting your dumb quiz, how boring. So just tell me the name of the lady that's running the funhouse you worked at yesterday."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"If you absolutely must. Your extravagant requests are starting to wear on my nerves. So let's get this over with, tell me, what is the name of the head administrator of the brothel we visited yesterday?"@@<<endif>> That's not that difficult of a question, you can do this. <<if $submissiveness gte 5>>At least you could if you weren't so damn horny...<<endif>> <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Ms. Nakamori|Week 3, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled]] <<endif>>[[Ms. Nakadashi|Week 3, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Ms. Nakamura|Week 3, Day 6 - Quizzle Fo' Shizzle]] [[Ms. Kawamura|Week 3, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled]] [[Ms. Kagawa|Week 3, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled]]<<endif>>\ \ <<else>>So you have no idea what's going to happen, you'd never been put in this situation. That means you have to have something to keep you on the safe side, something that you can fall back on to avoid disaster. A plan quickly forms inside your mind. Whatever she wants to do to you today, it can't be good. So, before she can even carry out a plan, or introduce you to it, you beat her to the punch and suggest something of a challenge, like a quiz. She thinks of a question -- that you can reasonably answer -- and if you answer correctly, you're granted immunity from her punishment. However, you have to throw something in for her; something that rewards her in case of your failure, otherwise she won't agree to your plan, no way. Unable to come up with anything specific, you figure you'll just let her pick an extra punishment. That way, you don't run the risk of disappointing her with a suggestion of your own, and she'll be more likely to agree to the game. When there's finally a knock on the door, you open up hesitantly, but of course you know who's coming. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> enters your apartment with obvious glee in her eyes and her step, but she isn't alone. <<if $cumslutStriptease is 1 or $bimboAllin3 is 1>>That's Dale, you recognise him immediately.<<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Didn't I mention I'd bring company? This is Dale, he'll be a big, <em>big</em> help today."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh righty, I forgot I brought Dale along *giggle* oopsie. But now he's here, so we can have more fun together!"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Oh my, what a faux-pas, did I not mention I'd be with company? Well, can't do anything about that now, so let's just get to it."@@<<endif>><<endif>> Before she can mutter another word, you cut her off there and put this new revelation aside for the moment. Presenting your plan and trying to emphasise her chance to punish you even more in case you fail, you eventually manage to convince her to come around to your idea. Great, half the job's done, now you just need to bring it home. <<set $submissiveness += 1>><<if $submissiveness gte 5>>Easier said than done. Convincing her has taken a lot out of you, and you find yourself in a state of quite severe sexual frustration, which takes its toll on your concentration.<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I don't appreciate my time being wasted on silly games, but I like that you're getting into it at least, so I'll indulge you this time. So my question is: What is the name of the lady that ran the brothel you worked at yesterday?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh goody, a game! I hope I win... So, a question, hmmmmmm... I know! What's the name of the nice lady who runs the brothel yesterday?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I suppose your mental regression had to manifest itself at some point. I don't want to appear cruel so I guess I should play along with your infantile musings. Answer me, what is the name of the head administrator of the brothel we visited yesterday?"@@<<endif>> That's not that difficult of a question, you can do this. <<if $submissiveness gte 5>>At least you could if you weren't so damn horny...<<endif>> <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Ms. Nakamori|Week 3, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled]] <<endif>>[[Ms. Nakadashi|Week 3, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Ms. Nakamura|Week 3, Day 6 - Quizzle Fo' Shizzle]] [[Ms. Kawamura|Week 3, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled]] [[Ms. Kagawa|Week 3, Day 6 - Quizzle Fizzled]]@@<<endif>><<endif>>

<<set $quizLost3 = 1>><<if $quizLost is 1 or $quizLost2 is 1 or $quizWon is 1 or $quizWon2 is 1>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Oh, the humanity. You've lost, yes you did. Now you'll see what you get for defying me constantly."@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Yaaaaaaay, I wooon, I woooon, and that means you lost! Now you're gonna get fucked silly, finally!"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"The taste of justice. You waste my time and now we get a piece of yours. Don't worry, we'll put it to good use."@@<<endif>> <em>Shit.</em> [[You brace yourself for what's to come.|Week 3, Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride]]\ \ <<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Ouch, that must hurt. Your own idea, and you messed it up. Well, I won't complain, and all I'll hear from you are muffled screams of pleasure soon."@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh my, you lost at your own game, you dummy. Now we get to plaaaayyyy!"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"The taste of justice. You waste my time and now we get a piece of yours. Don't worry, we'll put it to good use."@@<<endif>> <em>Shit.</em> [[You brace yourself for what's to come.|Week 3, Day 6 - Mr. Bones' Wild Ride]]<<endif>>

<<set $quizWon3 = 1>>Two spiteful grimaces looking back at you, you can't help but smile. You don't emit a sound, you don't say anything, you don't move at all. You just smile. It's clear you answered the question correctly, going by their reaction, and that means you get out of this unscathed. Only after both your old and new acquaintance have left the room, their expletives still echoing off the walls, do you do your victory dance. This far into it, it's important to celebrate every victory you get, however small it might be. That leaves you with nothing to do for the rest of the day. How lovely! You use one of these rare occasions for a "twenty-four hours of normalcy" programme. Watching TV, reading a book by your favourite author, taking a long bath -- admittedly, this one is improved by some of your new... @@.gold;bodily enhancements@@ -- and catching up on the news. All the things you used to do, basically. Things "you used to do", makes it sound like you grew out of it a long time ago, when it's really been less than three weeks. But maybe keep those thoughts for another day. A day that may come soon enough, since time flies when your most persistent problem of the day isn't "How am I going to fit these three cocks into my anus all at once?" and it's late in the evening already. Well shit. Guess that means it's about time to catch some sleep. You drop unconscious quickly, [[dreaming of differently-stretched assholes, accommodating large quantities of man meat.|Week 3, Day 7 - Morning]]

<<set $navelPiercing = 1>>@@.gold;"I'm in love with this design,"@@ you tell him while pointing to one of the entries in the catalogue. @@.gunther;"Oh yes, I see vhich one you mean. An excellent choice, I can imagine that on you already! I vill return the book and bring all the materials I require. If you vish, you can already take a seat in one of the chairs."@@ You don't see why not, sit down and prepare yourself for @@.gunther;Gunther@@, who comes back a minute later to find your belly already exposed. Given your complicated outfit, and not knowing how much room he'll need, you're basically sitting before him naked. You don't think he minds. You can tell that @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is visibly more nervous during the procedure than you ever saw him. Still, he gets to the part where he walks you through the process, explaining every step on the way. Some painful pricks, and that was it, you're done in no more than 10 minutes, altogether. With a mirror that he brought along, you can inspect the new piece of jewelry a little better, and are in love with the sight before you. The purple of the gem in the center is very eye-catching and gives your lower body an exotic allure that you wouldn't want to miss only seconds after acquiring it. Exhilirated by the results of today, you thank @@.gunther;Gunther@@ profusely and apologise for his embarrassment due to your spontaneous nudity. He explains that he is completely fine with it, he just worries his wife won't. You laugh about that comment, finding it adorable how such a giant would be scared of his wife, and reassure him that you won't tell her if he doesn't. Both of you share a final smirk before [[exchanging goodbyes.|Week 3, Day 6 - Back Home]]

@@.gold;"I'm sorry@@ @@.gunther;Gunther@@@@.gold;, but I think there's nothing here for me today,"@@ you explain apologetically. @@.gunther;"Well, we'll find something for you some day,"@@ he counters cheerfully right afterwards, and so you [[take your leave|Week 3, Day 6 - Back Home]] on good terms after exchanging goodbyes.

Being back home feels good. Although a visit to @@.gunther;Gunther@@'s place is hardly unpleasant, you have to say. He can always make you forget about your worries<<if $navelPiercing is 0>>, even though you didn't choose to get anything done today.<<else>>. And you got a cute piercing to boot! You spend another couple minute admiring it in the mirror, it really does look lovely on you.<<endif>> But with the time you spent just getting to the parlour and back, not to mention your stay there, means the day is nearing its end, and you're left with nothing to do, really. A little bit of normal life can't hurt, and you find yourself enjoying these simple things immensely now. Just picking up a book or watching a TV show -- even though it's admittedly quite dumb -- feels like an exotic luxury. You make the most of the moment, trying to cherish every second, but all days must end, and so does this one. It's time to [[get some sleep.|Week 3, Day 7 - Morning]]

<<if $quizLost is 1 or $quizLost2 is 1 or $quizWon is 1 or $quizWon2 is 1>>You know how this goes, not only do they have the numerical advantage and a muscle mountain like Dave, but trying to escape would be completely pointless with the choker around your neck. Resigned to your fate, you simply let yourself drop on the bed, like you've gone into traumatic shock. Dale proves he isn't the picky type and goes right to work on an act strongly resembling necrophilia. When he enters your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<else>>pussy<<endif>>, first slowly, then more pronounced, you just let it happen. Your moans have a mind of your own, and they echo through your apartment at their convenience, but you are inactive as a whole. Your body was built for pleasure, as it is now. If you're meant to be nothing but a vessel for cock, then so be it. This visibly confuses Dale. Apparently he's used to girls going nuts for his meat, which you admittedly did after enough @@.gold;encouragement@@ when you two first met. But why should you bother now? Pleasure comes on its own, you may as well just let it flow through you and ride it out. And flowing it does. Dale, in a display of... character, manages to ejaculate inside you despite your lack of participation. The heat inside you is comforting, and is doing its work to at least start your engine momentarily, even if it keeps dying down.<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>> In his usual form, Dale won't let this first obstacle deter him. Having helped himself to another glass of orange juice -- it's good that you keep so much of that stuff on tap -- he's clearly ready for round two. Unlike in previous meetings, he's not willing to give your g-spot a rest. Your mouth will have to take a backseat tonight, you get the feeling, Dale seems determined to pull out all the stops. He starts off with a bit of cunnilingus, hoping to bring you into the fold by this selfless act. Your folds do appreciate his efforts, but it's a bit too tame to really get you off. Far from having used up his entire repertoire, Dale decides to go back in for a round two. This time around, he's paying your breasts some more attention, hoping to find erogenous nerve centres previously hidden from him. <<if $lactation is 1>>As you expected, he gets quite a surprise, and probably more of a result he could have hoped for. It takes a few squeezes, but after a minute of caressing, the first drops of milk exit your teat. Dale appears to be confused at first, mistaking the tiny drops for residue semen on his hand perhaps. The next press on your udder erases all doubt s though, as a ray of clear, milky liquid ejects from your nipple and bounces right off his cheek as he stares in amazement. Immediately, he's captivated and feels the need to have a taste. You happily oblige and find the energy to get back into the game. The pleasure is indescribable. His dick doesn't even play as large a role in that as you'd think. His mammary ministrations as well as his penetration bring you great physical enjoyment, but it brings you the greatest joy to know that he literally @@.gold;feeds@@ on your juices, that you're shooting your motherly fluids right into his mouth and he laps up every drop he can catch, going straight to the source and adoring it. That's the thought that eventually breaks your barriers, and brings the flood of orgasm crashing down on you.\ <<elseif $lactation is 0 and $chestImplant is 1>>Inexplicably, he does. Heaving sets in, you can feel your juices starting to flow. This observation does not pass Dale by, who grins victoriously. @@.gold;"These... hah... damn implants, hmmmph,"@@ you mutter, out of breath. @@.gold;Hmmmmm, yes those implants.@@ Dale almost seems to forget to thrust his hips every couple minutes or so, as he realises that you're much more @@.gold;malleable@@ if you have your tits controlled. He doesn't relent for the remainder of your fuck session and when orgasm finally overcomes you, you're pretty sure the orgasm is centered right around your @@.gold;titpillows@@. A load of cum enters you shortly afterwards, but you'd be lying if you said you noticed it right away.<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ <<else>>He gets inventive from here on in, trying all kinds of techniques, and all kinds of places; your tits, your throat, your ass. Your body was built for pleasure and you can't deny it; that's why it eventually comes around on his own, whether you want it to or not. As your pitch rises, Dale smiles knowingly while eating you out, and is eventually greeted by a flow of cum, confirming your resistance having come crashing down as hard as the following orgasm.\ <<endif>> Having fulfilled his duty of bringing you back to the service of sexual pleasure, Dale relaxes noticeably for the rest of the day, and happily tries out some of your other holes, bends and limbs.<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>> By the end of the day, every square inch of your body is either sore, covered in semen, or both and you'd be surprised if there's one word left in your vocabulary that hasn't been fucked out of your brain. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> likewise voices her contentment at the outcome, and bids you farewell. You suppose this is as good a time as any to [[pass out.|Week 3, Day 7 - Morning]]\ \ <<else>>Shaken, you try to formulate some kind of plan in your increasingly hazy mind. Desparate, you try to flee, but it's little more than a token effort of resistance, easily curbed by <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. She grabs you effortlessly with one arm, throws you on your bed, and holds you down. Dale looked rather restless, but has a huge, stupid smile on his face now. He's completedly naked already, having waited just for his moment, and his dick is already quite erect, entirely ready for you. He kneels over you and starts bringing his hips closer to your face. Your lips <<if $lipImplant is 1>>don't even need to part, access into your massive fuckpillows being easy enough as it is.<<elseif $throatclit is 1>>part easily enough, your throat already buzzing at the slightest touch.<<else>>, being as soft as they are, don't pose an obstacle for Dale's huge meat.<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> can soon loosen her grip on your arms, almost without you noticing, when she sees you already bobbing your head on your own. As much as possible in your current position at least. By now all worries have left your pretty little head and you're just doing what you're @@.gold;meant to do@@. All happy and in familiar territory, Dale surprises you by making his first deposit in your @@.gold;sperm bank@@, suddenly coating your insides well and thoroughly white. <<if $throatclit is 1>>It wasn't nearly enough to get you off, but you can't find yourself stopping to moan anytime soon.<<else>>That was fast, it can't be over already, can it?<<endif>> Meanwhile, with you immobilised, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> and Dale are taking a rest too, the former just gazing at you, evidently delighted at the sight, the latter apparently helping himself to a glass of orange juice from your refridgerator. They're <em>not</em> finished with you. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Now, Dale is quite talented, but he's still human. Give him a couple minutes and he'll be right back with you, sweetie."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Even somebody as great as Daley Baby needs a break now and then, just give him a sec and he'll be right back with you~"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Everybody has his limits. Dale's skills are still among the very best, so don't count on too long a break, dear, he'll be right back with you."@@<<endif>> And so he is. Apparently, he wants to give your mouth some time for recovery and so elects to try out your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<elseif $penis is 0>>pussy<<endif>> this time. He's still lubricated enough from the recent blowjob you gave him, so he enters pretty much right away. It feels glorious, and though your muscles are still quite unresponsive, your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>snatch<<endif>> is tightening firmly around Dale's dick, all on its own. @@.gold;Your body is quite well-trained, discipline is everything. You should practice even more!@@ As the heavenly friction inside your <<if $penis is 1>>anus<<else>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>slit<<endif>> increases in both strength and pleasure, Dale eventually finishes inside you, another huge load resting inside another of your holes. @@.gold;You can't wait to see how many more you can fill!@@ It's true what <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> has said, he's talented. How he managed to create such a large load in so little time is beyond you. You're most grateful however, and even moreso after <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> plugs your <<if $penis is 1>>rear end<<else>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>birth canal<<endif>> with a buttplug she brought, eliciting a @@.gold;delighted squeal@@ from you<<if $bimbo is 2>> and a @@.bunny;giggle@@ from her<<endif>>. The whole day continues on like this, your whole body like a sponge for Dale's @@.gold;meals@@, every viable orifice being probed and tested for use, and subsequently pumped full to the brim. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> is only too happy to assist, and you're only too happy to be used by the muscly fuckmachine she brought along. However, as the evening approaches, you get increasingly tired, and the pleasure you feel is actually more of a numbing sensation by then, your perception being dulled to extraordinary extent.<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 2>><<endif>> Fortunately, both of them grow tired of the same old game they've been playing for hours now, and decide you had enough. Despite a sense of disappointment, your orifices will thank you that you didn't have enough energy to ask for even more. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> gives you a loving kiss on your cum-smeared butt cheek before she pulls your entrance door closed behind her. You suppose this is as good a time as any to [[pass out.|Week 3, Day 7 - Morning]]<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 3, @@.gold;Sunday@@">>Here it is again, the dreaded Sunday. The day that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> barges into your apartment like she owns the place, dragging you from one humiliating, life-destroying experience to the next, and enjoying every step and every second. But at least she's also turning you into a massive slut, so there's that. Quips aside, it's time to clean up a little and get dressed. <<if $superheroFetish is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ There's not really anything you can do, there's no way you're getting out of your [[Superhero Slut|Superhero Slut - Day 7]] costume. You have to wear it, even to bed. The sheer thought of being paraded outside in such a slutty, humiliating costume is enough to make you feel quite neurotic and shy.<<set $submissiveness += 1>>\ \ <<elseif $pinkOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>\ You try your best to get into the weird top of your dress, until it eventually fits neatly over your tits, then slip on the skirt and heels easily. Your [[Pink Prostitute|Pink Prostitute - Day 7]] outfit looks perfect!\ \ <<elseif $latexOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>\ You've had a bit of a thing for latex before this whole thing started (which you never would've admitted, but now...) and heard that getting into a catsuit takes a long time, requiring some oil to help get it on. Fortunately, this does not seem to be necessary for your [[Lovely Latex|Lovely Latex - Day 7]] outfit, which you can put on in a jiffy.\ \ <<elseif $transparentOutfit is 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>\ This is where you get to enjoy having chosen the simplest outfit to put on. That pink dress looked awkward, and that catsuit must be a pain to get into. Your [[Transparent Tramp|Transparent Tramp - Day 7]] outfit hides nothing, but at least you can slip into it in no time. @@.gold;Don't forget how quickly people get you out of it.@@<<endif>> Right at that moment, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> barges into your apartment like she owns the place, doubtlessly planning to drag you from one humiliating, life-destroying experience to the next, and enjoying every step and every second. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I figure bothering to explain the procedure at this point would be patronising, wouldn't it? Come along,@@ @@.gunther;Gunther@@ @@.red;is probably waiting."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hi hi, it's Sunday, wooooo! You know how it goes, off to@@ @@.gunther;Gunty@@@@.bunny;'s parlour it is!"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Let's skip the polite blabbering and cut to the chase. You know where we're going, and we're going now."@@<<endif>> Well, you guess that's [[your cue.|Week 3, Day 7 - In the Piercing Parlour]] Nobody saw that coming.

<<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> This superhero costume is the definition of eccentric. At least if you consider that you have to wear it at all times, far from any convention where this sort of thing would be appropriate. That's true, it certainly doesn't shy away from being inapproriate, as is evident by the thin, blue, wet-look strap that is all that's covering your breasts, apart from a tiny jacket that does nothing to preserve your modesty. Your panties are equally as shiny and blue as your boob strap is, and your butt is only covered because of the fluffy petticoat-like garment sitting above your underwear. It doesn't cover your front though, and is very flimsy, always threatening to fall off. There's not much left to this dainty outfit after that. an adorable headband with a large white bow sitting on your head, blue thigh-high stockings coating your legs and white 5 inch ankle boots encasing your feet make the superhero complete! <<back>>

<<set $pinkOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>The top of the pink outfit is unconventional, shaped a bit like a cross, the horizontal 'bar' resembling a tube top across your boobs. The vertical bar wraps around your neck, just below your choker, and around your waist below the "tube top" part. The skirt, in contrast, is very conventional, just a simple knee-length garment, not too tight, but not flared out either. What does take it up a notch is the bright neon pink colour and wet-look style to it. If not like a street walker, you sure look like a girl with... questionable morals. @@.gold;What? That's not true, I'm super nice! Let me show you...@@ [img[images/4306PinkFront.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $latexOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>If this wasn't clearly a fetishist's dream and the neckline didn't expose so much cleavage that you're in serious danger of flashing everybody, this could be a conservative enough outfit, while curve-hugging. But that's a big "if". The top is a tight fit and has elbow-length sleeves. @@.gold;So you don't scuff your girly arms when you're down on all fours.@@ The bottom part similarly hugs every curve of your body, fashioned like a pair of tight latex pants, they end just above your ankles. Those are perched on a 6 inch stiletto heel, but otherwise plain, dark shoes. Again, the outfit is really pretty down-to-earth, when you get down to it. @@.gold;Which you will, often and repeatedly!@@ [img[images/101052K_wetlook_catsuit.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $transparentOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>Up top, you're showing off a lot. Even if the dress wasn't extremely easy to see through, there's ample room for your tits to shine. @@.gold;Especially when servicing cock in between them.@@ Down below... well. You're not exactly covering up more. Seeing as the skirt is just as transparent as the top, you suppose you're lucky it's covering up that much. If this doesn't get you in trouble with the law, nothing short of manslaughter will. @@.gold;Why the hostility, there are so much more fun things to do with a man~@@ [img[images/SOPHIE-DALZELL-411802.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> This superhero costume is the definition of eccentric. At least if you consider that you have to wear it at all times, far from any convention where this sort of thing would be appropriate. That's true, it certainly doesn't shy away from being inapproriate, as is evident by the thin, blue, wet-look strap that is all that's covering your breasts, apart from a tiny jacket that does nothing to preserve your modesty. Your panties are equally as shiny and blue as your boob strap is, and your butt is only covered because of the fluffy petticoat-like garment sitting above your underwear. It doesn't cover your front though, and is very flimsy, always threatening to fall off. There's not much left to this dainty outfit after that. an adorable headband with a large white bow sitting on your head, blue thigh-high stockings coating your legs and white 5 inch ankle boots encasing your feet make the superhero complete! <<back>>

<<set $pinkOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a pink, cross-shaped top, fashioned partly like a tube top">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "an equally neon pink wet-look skirt">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- for @@.gold;ease of access@@ --">><<set $shoes = "pink 'fuck me' pumps with 5 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "bright pink makeup, @@.gold;fake and slutty@@">><<set $makeupModifier = "quite eye-catching, ">>The top of the pink outfit is unconventional, shaped a bit like a cross, the horizontal 'bar' resembling a tube top across your boobs. The vertical bar wraps around your neck, just below your choker, and around your waist below the "tube top" part. The skirt, in contrast, is very conventional, just a simple knee-length garment, not too tight, but not flared out either. What does take it up a notch is the bright neon pink colour and wet-look style to it. If not like a street walker, you sure look like a girl with... questionable morals. @@.gold;What? That's not true, I'm super nice! Let me show you...@@ [img[images/4306PinkFront.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $latexOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a black latex catsuit, with elbow-length sleeves and a deep neckline">><<set $bra = "no bra -- to @@.gold;show off your assets@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the catsuit's black latex pants">><<set $underwear = "no panties">><<set $shoes = "deep black 6 inch heels">><<set $makeup = "dark makeup, dirty and alluring">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, but subtle, ">>If this wasn't clearly a fetishist's dream and the neckline didn't expose so much cleavage that you're in serious danger of flashing everybody, this could be a conservative enough outfit, while curve-hugging. But that's a big "if". The top is a tight fit and has elbow-length sleeves. @@.gold;So you don't scuff your girly arms when you're down on all fours.@@ The bottom part similarly hugs every curve of your body, fashioned like a pair of tight latex pants, they end just above your ankles. Those are perched on a 6 inch stiletto heel, but otherwise plain, dark shoes. Again, the outfit is really pretty down-to-earth, when you get down to it. @@.gold;Which you will, often and repeatedly!@@ [img[images/101052K_wetlook_catsuit.jpg]] <<back>>

<<set $transparentOutfit = 1>><<set $shirt = "a near-transparent black evening dress, displaying plenty of cleavage">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "the dress' skirt, covering very little">><<set $underwear = "no panties -- @@.gold;this is your work uniform, after all@@ --">><<set $shoes = "dark red, classy 5 inch stilettos">><<set $makeup = "classy, yet decidedly whorish, makeup">><<set $makeupModifier = "thick, ">>Up top, you're showing off a lot. Even if the dress wasn't extremely easy to see through, there's ample room for your tits to shine. @@.gold;Especially when servicing cock in between them.@@ Down below... well. You're not exactly covering up more. Seeing as the skirt is just as transparent as the top, you suppose you're lucky it's covering up that much. If this doesn't get you in trouble with the law, nothing short of manslaughter will. @@.gold;Why the hostility, there are so much more fun things to do with a man~@@ [img[images/SOPHIE-DALZELL-411802.jpg]] <<back>>

There you are, in @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s parlour again. <<if $quiz3 is 1>>You'd missed him already.<<else>>You've only been here yesterday, but you'd missed him already.<<endif>> You don't have to wait long for his trademark greeting. @@.gunther;"Ah, it has just become so much brighter inside my parlour, I knew immediately who vas visiting boring old GÃ¼nther. How are you doing my two supermodels?"@@ Endeared by his ever more extravagant compliments, you exchange some news<<if $quiz3 is 0>>, even though few earth-shattering events have occurred in the last 24 hours,<<endif>> and stories before you get down to business. <<if $navelPiercing is 1>>@@.gunther;"Vell, I suppose we should start then. May I take a look at your new piercing? Don't vorry, I just vant to sneak a peek at your gorgeous belly,"@@ he jokes. You give him access to your new jewelry in a similarly eye-catching fashion as last week, but this time you check whether his wife is anywhere near the parlour. @@.gunther;"Ah, it looks as terrific as I saw it yesterday. Yes, there seems to be nothing wrong vith it, very good."@@ @@.gold;"Is there anything else to take care off?"@@ <<if $obedience gte 5>>[[''Actually, there is,''|Week 3, Day 7 - Soul Stamp]], she speaks up.<<else>>[[Apparently not|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]], so it's off to the clinic, if you're not mistaken.<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $navelPiercing is 0 and $quiz3 is 0>>@@.gunther;"Ve caught up yesterday, but your friend vanted to make sure that you had thought your choice through. The offer still stands, she vould pay the expenses, you only have to make your decision. Vould you like to reconsider, and get a piercing for your belly button today, or do you still not like it?"@@ Well, how about it?\ <<else>>@@.gunther;"Your friend here had a suggestion for you. She though you vould look vonderful with a navel piercing. I happen to agree! She has offered to pay all the expenses, and you vould only have to make a decision. How vould you like a belly button piercing? It is considered by many to be very feminine and very beautiful. Ve have got some gorgeous models that I think vould suit you perfectly."@@ He goes off and brings a catalogue, offering advice and opinions on what would look good on you. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ has really started loosening up around you, he suggests piercings like you've known each other your whole life. Perusing the options, you have to say there are a couple that really caught your attention. Especially one that's largely a purple gem, set in a fine silver rim. Well, what about it?<<endif>> <<if $navelPiercing is 0>>[[A belly button piercing does sound nice.|Week 3, Day 7 - Getting a Navel Piercing]] <<if $obedience gte 5>>[[No, thank you.|Week 3, Day 7 - Soul Stamp]]<<else>>[[No, thank you.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $thaiName is 0>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"There actually is another matter to take care off while we're here,"@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ interjects, <<if $tattoo is 1>>@@.red;"and you already know what it is."@@ Sadly, she's right. You've got the feeling that you overdid it this week... if she tells you there's more to do in the parlour, it can only mean you're headed for a tattoo.<<endif>> @@.red;"You've done a great deal of naughty things this week. That's okay, naughty girls are my favourite type, actually! However, actions do have consequences, and the consequence for too much sluttiness is a nice, sexy tramp stamp."@@<<if $tattoo is 1>> You knew it.<<endif>> Fuck, fuck, <em>fuck</em>! @@.red;"There's a slight twist to it this week. You know, over here in America, guys go crazy for nicely-tanned girls? I'm sure you do, or at least did, back when you were still into women."@@ Come on now, that was below the @@.gold;skirt?@@-- no, still below the belt! @@.red;"However, in Asia, especially East Asia, beauty ideals tend to gravitate toward porcelain skin. Girl often try to avoid too much sun because of that. Anyway, there's a certain group of girls with... loose morals that go for a certain look; fake tan, bleached hair, long plastic fingernails, brightly-coloured contact lenses, basically imitating Western perceptions of a "bimbo" to extreme ideals. They call that niche "gyaru" in Japan, it's basically a transcription of the English word for "gal" or "girl". That little exposition wasn't just to help you with a future cultural studies degree, but stands in relation to my offer. The corporation is very interested in expanding its assortment of transformative objects. Their newest little experiment yielded a fake tan lotion which would be an ideal first step to give you that gyaru look. The effects would be absolutely identical; changes you underwent this week would be locked in, and we could dye your hair blonde too, make it look a little faker. But this is permanent, this doesn't wash off with a good shower. There's no backing out. So what do you say? Do you want to cover your skin in fake tan and become a@@ @@.gold;gorgeous gyaru@@@@.red;?"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"We're not even done here yet,"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ gleefully announces. <<if $tattoo is 1>>@@.bunny;"and you probably know what it is, right?"@@ Sadly, she's right. You've got the feeling that you overdid it this week... if she tells you there's more to do in the parlour, it can only mean you're headed for a tattoo.<<endif>> @@.bunny;"That's right! You totally did it again, being the super sluttiest of the super sluts and earned another tattoo!"@@ <<if $tattoo is 1>> You knew it.<<endif>> Fuck, fuck, <em>fuck</em>! @@.bunny;"This time, it's gonna be real special though. Or it can be, I guess. So the nice lady told me to offer you something new. It's like, fake tan instead of a tattoo but it does the same thing, kinda. Like, it's gonna keep all your sexy changes and all that, but you don't gotta have all the ink above your cute butt. It's pam-- pemmin-- super not-going-off-y though, it's gonna stay on you forever and you'll stay a sexy Asian bitch for a looooong time."@@ Well yes, forever is quite a long time, isn't it? @@.bunny;"So just like always you can pick your fav. If you want the spray tan thingy, just pick the 'gorgeous geeru' or something, it's\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Well well well, don't we still have some business here?"@@ No? Wait she can't mean... If there's still business inside the parlour, and the piercing is taken care of, that can only mean-- @@.orange;"That's right, you're getting inked tonight my dear. That can't be too big of a surprise, given your behaviour." "However, there is one irregularity compared to the usual procedure,"@@ she explains. @@.orange;"We have another product available for testing. The corporation would doubtlessly appreciate any efforts from your side, you've certainly shown enthusiasm so far. The corporation wants to diversify; chokers are still being worked on, but they need to be prepared for other situations and other application techniques." "Their latest idea? Tanning cream. They're offering you this unique opportunity. You may have a heard of a style called 'gyaru' in Japan. Basically, Japanese women follow western standards for a 'bimbo'; fake tan, fake nails, fake blonde hair, fake everything. You could be one of the first to test this new tanning lotion. The effects would be the same as with a tattoo, so don't get your hopes up there, but I thought I'd ask you whether you would want to follow a style that personifies, perfectly embodies the mantra of 'slut'. You've been putting in work on that front already, but I thought you may want to make it official. By the way, this would be permanent. You aren't getting this cream off when you go for a dip in the ocean. Nor during a relaxing bath. This will <em>stay</em> with you. If you're still interested -- and I don't see why you wouldn't -- pick the '@@@@.gold;Gorgeous Gyaru@@@@.orange;' option from the ones on the table."@@<<endif>> <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>[[Asian Airhead|Week 3, Day 7 - Asian Airhead]] <<endif>><<if $addiction gte 5>>[[Vietnamese Vacuum|Week 3, Day 7 - Vietnamese Vacuum]] <<endif>>[[Japanese Jizzpot|Week 3, Day 7 - Japanese Jizzpot]] [[Korean Concubine|Week 3, Day 7 - Korean Concubine]] [[Thai Tramp|Week 3, Day 7 - Thai Tramp]] [[Chinese Cumdump|Week 3, Day 7 - Chinese Cumdump]] [[Bottom Bitch|Week 3, Day 7 - Bottom Bitch]] [[Gorgeous Gyaru|Week 3, Day 7 - Gorgeous Gyaru]]\ \ <<elseif $thaiName is 1>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Now, you've made a curious choice, haven't you '@@@@.gold;Kamlai@@@@.red;'? Committing to that name, and that identity... Curious indeed. Not only that, but you've really let yourself go this week, which means you're up for a tattoo. Regrettably, you don't have a choice anymore, but I think you'll be quite content with the end result,"@@ she ominously announces.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Okay, so I totally don't get you.@@ @@.gold;Kamlai@@@@.bunny;? Can you eat that? Arrrrrgh, it like, totally hurts my head just to think about it. And you wanna be a... what are they called... a dickgirl? Like, have titties but a wiener too? Grrrrrrrr,"@@ you're seriously getting worried that she'll snap any moment. She seems to struggle with the concept of Thailand. @@.bunny;"Anyway, you're getting a tattoo today. And because you're doing all this weird stuff, you don't get to choose either! All I wanted was to get a@@ @@.pink;big sister@@@@.bunny;..."@@ Oh my, she looks like she's going to cry. She eventually recoups, mostly not to let @@.pink;big sis@@ see her sobbing, you get the impression from her following defiant glare. It was funny at first, but now you really do feel a little sorry for her.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Well now, this is something I hadn't anticipated. I didn't know you had such particular interests. Thai ladyboys, huh? Exquisite taste really. And an endless supply of semen if you don't overdo it with those hormones! Not that you'd ever have to bother with those if you just embraced our help, but I'm not going to start that discussion now. To get to the point, not only have your choices been peculiar, they've been downright slutty. And overt sluts get tattooed, my dear, so look forward to it."@@<<endif>> And what's this tattoo you're going to get? The question is quickly answered when you see a template lying nearby. [[Thai Tranny|Week 3, Day 7 - Thai Tranny]]<<endif>>

Both of you step through the door of the clinic, @@.purple;Astrid@@ already awaiting and greeting you upon arrival. She's motivated, isn't she? Anything to keep those donations coming, you suppose. @@.purple;"I'm delighted to see you chose to visit our clinic again. I was informed that you were considering... getting more junk in the trunk?"@@ Hearing an academic utter those very words makes it terribly difficult to stifle a laugh. <<if $quizLost3 is 1>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Let me cut you off right there, sweetheart,"@@ she interferes before you can say a word. @@.red;"This is how your silly little quiz goes, you lose, I choose. Oh yes, it's Christmas Eve, honey, but we're not stuffing stockings tonight,"@@ she quips.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Alright, this is where I tell you to shut uuuuup, because you're getting those sexy butt stuffings! I won the quiz and I'm telling you, so spread those cheeks!"@@ she celebrates.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Pets don't speak,"@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@ politely reminds you, @@.orange;"and you are nothing but, after I beat you in your puerile little game. You will lie down on that operating table, and we're headed there now."@@<<endif>> Oops. Well, [[having a massive bubble butt|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Surrender]] must have its perks. You'll find out soon.\ \ <<elseif $quizLost3 is 0>>@@.purple;"Perhaps I should get a little more detailed than that,"@@ she admits. @@.purple;"Once again, the material donation provided to us proved remarkable benefits over conventional substances used. Women have forever been plagued by cellulite, especially in the area of thigh and butt. Evidence strongly suggests that this compound holds the key to resolving those problems. Without getting too technical, cellulite is believed to stem from a wide variety of factors, and this compound does nothing to address those. However, its inherent features keep skin taut and youthful-looking by a variety of non-harmful methods, which allows for all hormonal and genetic process to continue uninterrupted, while the visual ramifications are basically zero. A magnificent development for plastic surgery, if we are able to cultivate it." "Another, much simpler factor, is our staff's capability. Most clients don't desire it, but your companion assured us you'd be blown away by the idea. Most of our patients tend to go one of two ways: either for a wider rear, to more attractively shape their hips, or a perky, eye-catching butt. We are confident we can reach near geometrical perfection in giving you -- literally -- a bubble butt, perfectly globular in shape for all intents and purposes. Consider the offer, we could begin with the procedure immediately"@@<<if $obedience gte 7>> Consider the offer? What's there to consider? You need this, your body is screaming for it. @@.gold;Take. <em>It.</em>@@<<endif>> [[Take the offer.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Surrender]] <<if $obedience lt 7>><<if $penis is 1 and $transformationProgress + $asianProgress gte 8>>[[Decline the offer.|Week 3, Day 7 - Pussy Surgery Suggestion]]<<elseif $chest gte 7>>[[Decline the offer.|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Suggestion]]<<else>>[[Decline the offer.|Week 3, Day 7 - Back Home]]<<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>

<<set $navelPiercing = 1>>@@.gold;"I'm in love with this design,"@@ you tell him while pointing to one of the entries in the catalogue. @@.gunther;"Oh yes, I see vhich one you mean. An excellent choice, I can imagine that on you already! I vill return the book and bring all the materials I require. If you vish, you can already take a seat in one of the chairs."@@ You don't see why not, sit down and prepare yourself for @@.gunther;Gunther@@, who comes back a minute later to find your belly already exposed. Given your complicated outfit, and not knowing how much room he'll need, you're basically sitting before him naked. You don't think he minds. You can tell that @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is visibly more nervous during the procedure than you ever saw him. Still, he gets to the part where he walks you through the process, explaining every step on the way. Some painful pricks, and that was it, you're done in no more than 10 minutes, altogether. With a mirror that he brought along, you can inspect the new piece of jewelry a little better, and are in love with the sight before you. The purple of the gem in the center is very eye-catching and gives your lower body an exotic allure that you wouldn't want to miss only seconds after acquiring it. Exhilirated by the results of today, you thank @@.gunther;Gunther@@ profusely and apologise for his embarrassment due to your spontaneous nudity. He explains that he is completely fine with it, he just worries his wife won't. You laugh about that comment, finding it adorable how such a giant would be scared of his wife, and reassure him that you won't tell her if he doesn't. <<if $obedience gte 5>>You're quickly reminded that [[you're not done yet|Week 3, Day 7 - Soul Stamp]], though.<<else>>That means it's time for you to [[head to the clinic|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]], if you've still got the schedule right.<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattooname = "@@.gold;Japanese Jizzpot@@">>Here you are, in @@.gunther;Gunther@@'s parlour, who's standing behind you, looking at your bare, @@.gold;voluptuous@@ ass, a loudly buzzing tattoo needle placed firmly in his right hand. You shortly consider giving him the doe eyes and appealing to him to stop, but that's not going to work, and it's not his fault anyway. @@.gold;It's yours.@@ It's <em>hers</em>. It's inevitable though, and the needle digs itself into the small of your back. The pain is negligible. It's the humiliation that gets you. The humiliation to know that these changes are permanently locked within your brain, because you couldn't show restraint, and because <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> decided to put you through this in the first place. The whole affair is done with more quickly than you imagined, @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is really gifted at his craft. While the whole experience and its effects are embarrassing, imagine how it would be if you were sent to some garage of a hillbilly with some moonshine for disinfecting, a sowing needle and some ink? That's really all that keeps you going while @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you to examine his most recent @@.gold;masterpiece@@. He's back quickly with a full-length mirror on wheels to give you just the shock you were waiting for. <center><strong>@@.asiantattoo;Japanese Jizzpot@@</strong></center> It's really @@.gold;fantastically@@ slutty, there's no two ways about it. The tattoo is well-written in a gaudy, but not crazy unbearable font. Its texture seems shinier than you've seen normal tattoos, kind of like it's a vinyl that was just glued to the top of your ass. @@.gold;Luckily@@-- sadly, it's unremovable. You tried, a lot. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ seems somewhat disappointed with that reaction, but you reassure him that he's done terrific work, and that you were just still coping with the unique apperance of that corporation-supplied ink. With that, you have finally concluded your most recent visit to the parlour. In noticeably lower spirits, and with slumped shoulders, both of you say goodbye and head to [[the clinic next.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]]

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattooname = "@@.gold;Korean Concubine@@">>Here you are, in @@.gunther;Gunther@@'s parlour, who's standing behind you, looking at your bare, @@.gold;voluptuous@@ ass, a loudly buzzing tattoo needle placed firmly in his right hand. You shortly consider giving him the doe eyes and appealing to him to stop, but that's not going to work, and it's not his fault anyway. @@.gold;It's yours.@@ It's <em>hers</em>. It's inevitable though, and the needle digs itself into the small of your back. The pain is negligible. It's the humiliation that gets you. The humiliation to know that these changes are permanently locked within your brain, because you couldn't show restraint, and because <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> decided to put you through this in the first place. The whole affair is done with more quickly than you imagined, @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is really gifted at his craft. While the whole experience and its effects are embarrassing, imagine how it would be if you were sent to some garage of a hillbilly with some moonshine for disinfecting, a sowing needle and some ink? That's really all that keeps you going while @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you to examine his most recent @@.gold;masterpiece@@. He's back quickly with a full-length mirror on wheels to give you just the shock you were waiting for. <center><strong>@@.asiantattoo;Korean Concubine@@</strong></center> It's really @@.gold;fantastically@@ slutty, there's no two ways about it. The tattoo is well-written in a gaudy, but not crazy unbearable font. Its texture seems shinier than you've seen normal tattoos, kind of like it's a vinyl that was just glued to the top of your ass. @@.gold;Luckily@@-- sadly, it's unremovable. You tried, a lot. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ seems somewhat disappointed with that reaction, but you reassure him that he's done terrific work, and that you were just still coping with the unique apperance of that corporation-supplied ink. With that, you have finally concluded your most recent visit to the parlour. In noticeably lower spirits, and with slumped shoulders, both of you say goodbye and head to [[the clinic next.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]]

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattooname = "@@.gold;Thai Tramp@@">>Here you are, in @@.gunther;Gunther@@'s parlour, who's standing behind you, looking at your bare, @@.gold;voluptuous@@ ass, a loudly buzzing tattoo needle placed firmly in his right hand. You shortly consider giving him the doe eyes and appealing to him to stop, but that's not going to work, and it's not his fault anyway. @@.gold;It's yours.@@ It's <em>hers</em>. It's inevitable though, and the needle digs itself into the small of your back. The pain is negligible. It's the humiliation that gets you. The humiliation to know that these changes are permanently locked within your brain, because you couldn't show restraint, and because <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> decided to put you through this in the first place. The whole affair is done with more quickly than you imagined, @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is really gifted at his craft. While the whole experience and its effects are embarrassing, imagine how it would be if you were sent to some garage of a hillbilly with some moonshine for disinfecting, a sowing needle and some ink? That's really all that keeps you going while @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you to examine his most recent @@.gold;masterpiece@@. He's back quickly with a full-length mirror on wheels to give you just the shock you were waiting for. <center><strong>@@.asiantattoo;Thai Tramp@@</strong></center> It's really @@.gold;fantastically@@ slutty, there's no two ways about it. The tattoo is well-written in a gaudy, but not crazy unbearable font. Its texture seems shinier than you've seen normal tattoos, kind of like it's a vinyl that was just glued to the top of your ass. @@.gold;Luckily@@-- sadly, it's unremovable. You tried, a lot. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ seems somewhat disappointed with that reaction, but you reassure him that he's done terrific work, and that you were just still coping with the unique apperance of that corporation-supplied ink. With that, you have finally concluded your most recent visit to the parlour. In noticeably lower spirits, and with slumped shoulders, both of you say goodbye and head to [[the clinic next.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]]

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $gyaru = 1>><<set $asianTattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattooname = "@@.gold;Gorgeous Gyaru@@">><<set $haircolour = "@@.gold;fake@@, dirty blonde gyaru hair">>This procedure is going to feel weird. You can tell that @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is somewhat uncomfortable too. His areas of expertise didn't exactly include full-body massages with permanent fake tanning lotion, or at least you wouldn't think they did. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> does her best to run him through the process, from basics like "better put on some gloves you don't need anymore" to more advanced stuff that she probably got from her contact at the corporation. It doesn't take more than a couple of minutes for @@.gunther;Gunther@@ to signal that he's about ready. You start off lying on your belly. Naked, of course, nothing but the choker on you.<<if $navelPiercing is 1 or $lipPiercing is 1 or $nipplePiercing is 1>> You even took out your piercings for the time being. Fake tan on every inch of your body.<<endif>> Your breasts are squashed beneath you, making it hard to lay down like this, but @@.gunther;Gunther@@ gets good enough access, and is already starting to rub up and down your back. Both the lotion and the gloves feel a bit cold on first contact, but quickly warm up. Warmer than they should, as you see it. It really feels quite marvelous, this tall man's strong hands all over your back. He's starting to get a bit nervous once your back, shoulders and arms are taken care off though, as he has to make his way to your... 'lower back'. When he finally musters the courage to touch you more intimately, his first touch immediately elicits a breathy, quiet moan from you, making @@.gunther;Gunther@@ jump a little in surprise. He goes on rubbing it in back there, thoroughly even, between the cheeks and around your pucker. What you would give to see his face right now. Soon enough, you will be able to, because legs and feet are quickly covered in cream as well. That means the front is next. After giving the product a few minutes to be absorbed under your skin, @@.gold;becoming one with you@@, you can turn around and expose your full frontal image. Immediately, @@.gunther;Gunther@@'s hesitation is back, and he aims for less controversial areas first. Mostly little specks on legs and arms that he couldn't get to from the other side, the front of your shoulders, your belly; he even gets to your neck and <em>under</em> the choker, guaranteeing that you wouldn't have any weird pale spots. That leaves only three more regions to cover: your face, <<if $penis is 1>>your @@.gold;rock-hard@@ cock<<else>>your @@.gold;needy@@ pussy<<endif>> and your tits. The latter is apparently what he feels most comfortable with, and so he gets to work on your mammary glands, transforming them from a pale, creamy white to dirty, yellow-brown tan and your moans from quiet and breathy to loud and explicit. When he realises that your tits are done and that he has no choice but to go for your genitals next, you see through your half-closed eyes that his anxiety turns into fear more than anything else. That part of your body hasn't been touched by any lotion whatsoever, and yet it's <em>dripping</em> wet with juices, most people would recommend fetching a bucket, probably. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> gently pulls you upward on the chair, so that your head is somewhat dangling off, but your rear is now firmly planted on the seat again. Your juices now flow right into the chair, most likely transforming this chair from "basic tattooist furniture" into "centerpiece of tattoo parlour legends". But it gives @@.gunther;Gunther@@ more space to walk around and <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> starts applying some sort of creamy, smelly chemical to your hair. Down below, progress is still stagnating. The tall man finally gets to it after your moans have ceased during the break, and is now massaging your <<if $penis is 1>>scrotum<<else>>folds<<endif>> to get <<if $penis is 1>>it<<else>>them<<endif>> in unison with the rest of your skin. When he gets to <<if $penis is 1>>your glans<<else>>the top of your pussy<<endif>>, you can't take it anymore. It just shoots out of you, no matter how much you try to keep it in. A scream travels through the room, announcing the most enormous waterfall of cum you've seen. You can't fathom all this fluid having space in your body, it must have replaced half your blood with ejaculate to have this much on tap. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ stands before you, dumbfounded, but you bet he's happy that your genitals look as ready for sexual abuse as the rest of your body does now. Meanwhile, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> has finished up fiddling with your hair, washing and examining it a little, content with whatever task she had performed. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ looks like he just attended his own funeral, but there's one last thing to take care of. His glove, carrying a mixture of sweat, tanning lotion, and your ejaculate is slowly approaching your face. The anticipation, the craving for this touch is almost enough to take you over the edge again, but for now the tattooist-turned-masseuse can rest easy. Despite his apprehension, his work is as impeccable and spotless as over, taking care of hard-to-reach areas like your eyelids or ears as well. For the lips, you help him a bit by first pressing them together, then pulling them in, giving you a perfect, instant transition from bright lips to dark skin. That's it. What a task. What a sexy, lovely, pleasurable task. You honestly can't remember the last time you were so sexually sated and exhausted, @@.gold;but that likely won't last for long@@. As you try to get up from the chair, it's evident it doesn't want to let go of you, sticking to your skin, especially your groin, still covered in juices, but fortunately not smudged at all. These technological breakthroughs at the corporation really are eerily effective. After giving your hair some more attention in its dry state, styling it a bit, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> allows you access to a mirror. Every week, you had mind-blowing changes to observe, but today is so truly remarkable that your jaw literally drops as far as it goes, @@.gold;and not to allow more cock inside for once@@. Who's staring back at you -- or rather <em>what</em> is staring back at you -- is hardly man or woman; the description 'sex object' is actually, empirically fitting for once. Looking into those @@.gold;hungry@@ eyes surrounded by dark, lustrous skin, you can't imagine another earthly want behind those eyes other than flesh, lust and cum. @@.gold;An astute observation! How about a longitudinal study...@@ This absolutely seals it; there's no way anybody would recognise you anymore, and you wouldn't want them to. You'd want them to get to know the real you, the @@.gold;cock-hungry slut@@. And then you'd want to get to know <em>them</em>, closely, intimately, with your nose against their pelvis, if you can choose. But instead of fantasising and making a second puddle -- more like ocean -- on the floor, it's probably best you move on, thank @@.gunther;Gunther@@ for his very, <em>very</em> personal service, and [[switch locations to the clinic.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]]

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattooname = "@@.gold;Thai Tranny@@">>Here you are, in @@.gunther;Gunther@@'s parlour, who's standing behind you, looking at your bare, @@.gold;voluptuous@@ ass, a loudly buzzing tattoo needle placed firmly in his right hand. You shortly consider giving him the doe eyes and appealing to him to stop, but that's not going to work, and it's not his fault anyway. @@.gold;It's yours.@@ It's <em>hers</em>. It's inevitable though, and the needle digs itself into the small of your back. The pain is negligible. It's the humiliation that gets you. The humiliation to know that these changes are permanently locked within your brain, because you couldn't show restraint, and because <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> decided to put you through this in the first place. The whole affair is done with more quickly than you imagined, @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is really gifted at his craft. While the whole experience and its effects are embarrassing, imagine how it would be if you were sent to some garage of a hillbilly with some moonshine for disinfecting, a sowing needle and some ink? That's really all that keeps you going while @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you to examine his most recent @@.gold;masterpiece@@. He's back quickly with a full-length mirror on wheels to give you just the shock you were waiting for. <center><strong>@@.asiantattoo;Thai Tranny@@</strong></center> It's really @@.gold;fantastically@@ slutty, there's no two ways about it. The tattoo is well-written in a gaudy, but not crazy unbearable font. Its texture seems shinier than you've seen normal tattoos, kind of like it's a vinyl that was just glued to the top of your ass. @@.gold;Luckily@@-- sadly, it's unremovable. You tried, a lot. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ seems somewhat disappointed with that reaction, but you reassure him that he's done terrific work, and that you were just still coping with the unique apperance of that corporation-supplied ink. With that, you have finally concluded your most recent visit to the parlour. In noticeably lower spirits, and with slumped shoulders, both of you say goodbye and head to [[the clinic next.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]]

<<set $assImplant = 1>>@@.purple;"Excellent!" Astrid@@ is visibly excited. @@.purple;"If you please follow me, we'll get everything prepared."@@ The three of you are marching through an array of hallways until you eventually come to a stop in front of an operating room, @@.purple;Astrid@@ bidding you inside with a smile that says "I just scored a huge deal for my clinic and will be up for promotion next". Well, she's earned it. You guess. You're left there waiting for a few minutes while materials are being brought into the room, and plenty of instruments as well. After all that is done, you're asked to take your place on a special operating table, allowing you to lie face down and still breathe normally, a bit like a massaging table. Soon after assuming your position, @@.purple;Astrid@@ puts you under, feeling confident that you're knowledgeable enough about the procedure. If she thinks so... <hr> The world around you rebuilds quickly, although it consists mostly of floor tiles for you. Giving it a few minutes though, you regain your composure and are relatively capable on your feet. At least theoretically. You turn around, but it remains an unsuccessful attempt; your butt catches on the rim of the operating table left and right, where some metal bars are placed to keep you from falling off. Scooting all the way over to one side, you manage to give your ass enough room for a 180Â° turn, allowing you to sit down and relish the new feeling. It honestly seems like you're sitting on a throne. Or that you've grown an inch or two. A mirror is brought in for you, to make it easier to assess your newly-created assets. Not that you'd need a mirror for them, once you stand up, you can easily see half of them just by turning around. The reflection does help though, to drink in the full picture. Those two literal globes jutting out from your body, almost like your tits do... mass appeal is nothing to frown upon, now you can please both tit <em>and</em> ass enthusiasts. @@.gold;A real service provider, ain'tcha?@@ <<if $penis is 1 and $transformationProgress+$asianProgress gte 9>>[[But there's more.|Week 3, Day 7 - Pussy Surgery Suggestion]]<<elseif $chest gte 7>>[[But there's more.|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Suggestion]]<<else>>[[That means you can finally go home.|Week 3, Day 7 - Back Home]] Not that you aren't @@.gold;proud@@ of your new precious buns, but long days just suck.<<endif>>

<<if settings.pussy and $transformationProgress is 10>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"You've come quite far. Honestly, you've been a <em>real</em> slut, I don't know how you managed to 'fail' that badly. Guess you really had it in you, huh?"@@ For some reason, hearing that doesn't even affect you. @@.red;"I intended to come forth with an offer at this point, but honestly, with the <em>work</em> you put in, I feel like asking you is a waste of time. There's no need to thank me; your actions have been very clear displays of gratitude already. Enjoy, honey."@@ She says those last words with true affection, maybe you actually will love what's next? [[There's only one way to find out.|Week 3, Day 7 - Pussy Surgery Surrender]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I totally almost forgot, there's even more you can do here! Isn't this place amazing?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ asks, likely rhetorically. @@.bunny;"You've been soooo super slutty these last two weeks! I'm so proud, you're doing even better than me, although you're pretending not to have fun at all! Anyway, I was gonna ask you something, but with how many cocks you took and how much you loved it, I thought I'd just surprise you with it. Have fun!"@@ Shit. Well... maybe you will have fun? Right? [[There's only one way to find out.|Week 3, Day 7 - Pussy Surgery Surrender]]\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I'm more than impressed with your progress. Over these past two weeks, you transformed as much as I could imagine."@@ It couldn't have been that bad, surely. @@.orange;"Certainly, I can't picture it going any 'worse'. I knew right away that this was the path for you. Seeing you enjoy yourself so much makes me rejoice, truly. It's why I wanted to offer you something, but considering the enthusiasm with which you embraced the whoring business, I think this would make for a great surprise. Go on, dear, relish this moment."@@ She says those last words with true affection, maybe you actually will love what's next? [[There's only one way to find out.|Week 3, Day 7 - Pussy Surgery Surrender]]<<endif>>\ <<else>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"You've come quite far. Honestly, you've been a <em>real</em> slut, I don't know how you managed to 'fail' that badly. Guess you really had it in you, huh?"@@ For some reason, hearing that doesn't even affect you. @@.red;"I've got a reward on offer, and seeing your... preferences, you may actually go for it. It's totally up to you though." "How about getting... female equipment down there? You know, the real deal. It'll look just like a real one, and even better, <em>feel</em> like a real one.@@ @@.purple;Astrid@@ @@.red;has agreed to throw it on top of your current procedures on the house, as a little token of appreciation. I think she sees a potential recurring customer too."@@ She winks at you. @@.red;"What do you say? Are you up for it? Keep in mind, some guys really have a thing for chicks with dicks, but it's still a niche. It'd certainly improve your chances."@@ [[That actually doesn't sound that bad. You'll take it.|Week 3, Day 7 - Pussy Surgery Surrender]] With how far your transformation has progressed, at this point, a vagina will probably avoid question instead of attracting them. <<if $chest gte 7>>[[What do you care what guys want? Refuse the offer.|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Suggestion]]<<else>>[[What do you care what guys want? Refuse the offer.|Week 3, Day 7 - Back Home]]<<endif>> You'll find a way to reverse all this, and having more experimental surgery done on you probably won't help that effort.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I totally almost forgot, there's even more you can do here! Isn't this place amazing?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ asks, likely rhetorically. @@.bunny;"You've been soooo super slutty these last two weeks! I'm so proud, you're doing even better than me, although you're pretending not to have fun at all!"@@ Could that be true? No way, you don't want this to happen. You've been forced into these compromising situations, right? ...right? @@.bunny;"So seeing as your little friend looks real funny but not as sexy as the rest of your kickin' bod, we thought maybe you want to turn yourself into a complete whore by adding the most important tool to your body, and removing your worthless one now! A pretty pink pussy all for yourself, just think about that. Hmmmmmm..."@@, she moans like she just tasted something utterly delicious. [[That actually doesn't sound that bad. You'll take it.|Week 3, Day 7 - Pussy Surgery Surrender]] With how far your transformation has progressed, at this point, a vagina will probably avoid question instead of attracting them. <<if $chest gte 7>>[[What do you care what guys want? Refuse the offer.|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Suggestion]]<<else>>[[What do you care what guys want? Refuse the offer.|Week 3, Day 7 - Back Home]]<<endif>> You'll find a way to reverse all this, and having more experimental surgery done on you probably won't help that effort.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I'm more than impressed with your progress. Over these past two weeks, you transformed as much as I could imagine."@@ It couldn't have been that bad, surely. @@.orange;"Certainly, I can't picture it going any 'worse'. I knew right away that this was the path for you. Seeing you enjoy yourself so much makes me rejoice, truly." "And not just that, it leads to this offer I have in store for you. You've got the unique prospect of acquiring female... tools of the trade between your legs"@@, @@.orange;Bridget@@ gestures. @@.orange;"@@@@.purple;Astrid@@ @@.orange;has assured me that it looks -- and <em>feels</em> -- just like a real one, courtesy of the corporation's material donation. She's also agreed to do the procedure for free, she calls it 'an investment'. I happen to agree"@@, she smirks at you. [[That actually doesn't sound that bad. You'll take it.|Week 3, Day 7 - Pussy Surgery Surrender]] With how far your transformation has progressed, at this point, a vagina will probably avoid questions instead of attracting them. <<if $chest gte 7>>[[What do you care what guys want? Refuse the offer.|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Suggestion]]<<else>>[[What do you care what guys want? Refuse the offer.|Week 3, Day 7 - Back Home]]<<endif>> You'll find a way to reverse all this, and having more experimental surgery done on you probably won't help that effort.<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"This is the last suggestion, I promise you. Those... <em>tits</em> you carry around with you, they've gotten rather large, haven't they?"@@ How did she notice? @@.red;"As much as I love to see you squirm, those present serious issues. Not necessarily, but they can pose risks. And besides, while most men always say they lust after large hooters, there's something like 'too large' for pretty much all of them. That's why, all things considered, I thought it would be decent to offer you a breast reduction while we're here." "Their other properties would remain the same; shape, sensitivity, unique characteristics. Only they would get lighter and smaller, depending on how small you want them. What do you say?"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"This is really the last thing, I swear! So I kinda hate to do this, but you know, your titties are getting real big, right? I'm totally not jealous or anything, but I just wanna say that some men find titties that big actually kinda icky, even though they would never say it, like, in public. So, you know, I thought, maybe you wanna make them a little smaller, but still fun-sized? That's really all, they'd stay totally the same, with their shape and stuff, they'd just be a bit smaller."@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I apologise for keeping you so long, but I have one last proposal for you. Now I'm a reasonable woman. In my reasonability, I took note of the size of your breasts, and determined that their volume may actually have reached the point of diminishing returns. Apparently, most men really do have a limit for how large they want breasts of a partner to be, even though they have issues voicing those opinions." "That's why I'm giving you the option to go for a breast reduction. I want you to be happy. To be happy, you need to be filled on a daily basis."@@ Ummmm? @@.orange;"To be filled on a daily basis, you need to appeal to men. That's where we find ourselves. The actual size I'll leave to you; you have to live with those funbags, I don't. Of course, any properties like unique features and shape would remain, we're merely talking volume reduction."@@<<endif>> That's a kind offer. You don't really see yourself doing this whoring business long-term, so a reduction may be reasonable to consider. But then there's the question of aesthetics; how small would you want them? You can already figure she won't allow you to completely get rid of them, that'd be too easy. Looks like it's up to you to make that choice. What do you want to go for? [[B cups|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Surrender][$chest = 3]] [[C cups|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Surrender][$chest = 4]] [[D cups|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Surrender][$chest = 5]] [[DD cups|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Surrender][$chest = 6]]<<if $chest gt 7>> [[E cups|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Surrender][$chest = 7]] <<endif>><<if $chest gt 8>>[[F cups|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Surrender][$chest = 8]] <<endif>><<if $chest gt 9>>[[G cups|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Surrender][$chest = 9]]<<endif>> [[You're happy with your tits, you don't need to get a reduction!|Week 3, Day 7 - Back Home]]

Finally, back home. What a fucking day. You'll never get used to Sunday procedures, it just takes too long, and most of the time, it's just too depressing. If you at least got the choker off you, as promised twice before, but you don't even deserve that small favour, apparently. Well, technically speaking the choker does come off, it's just replaced by another... the crucial part is the staying off and non-interchangeability, really. But you're just stalling. You're nervous, what are you supposed to do? Your hopes to lie down in bed as a free man -- at this stage you'd even take being a free woman -- are nearly non-existent. Both you and <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> are in your apartment, dancing around the issue. She clearly enjoys it. But when she finally wants to open her mouth, the first truly unexpected, out-of-the-ordinary thing happens. A small object is entering your apartment through the mail slot that has seen so much use lately. Momentarily, it clouds the entire room in thick smoke that you can't help but inhale, being wholly unprepared for a situation like that. The last thing you see are two men in blue EMT uniforms, storming your condo. Your sight is already gone as you feel them hoist you onto a gurney, and you [[fall asleep for good.|Week 3, Day 7 - Your Appearance]]

<<set $penis = 0>><<set $penis4 = 1>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ doesn't say anything, just smiles widely and then nods in @@.purple;Astrid@@'s direction, who comes strutting over and leads you back to the operating table.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ is trying to contain it, but she's quite obviously bouncing up and down in the corner of the room after you made your choice. Her reaction prompts @@.purple;Astrid@@ to come over, who correctly assumes you will take the procedure.<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ doesn't give any hint as to her opinion, but you're sure she's celebrating inwardly as she nods sideways. @@.purple;Astrid@@ approaches upon seeing that sign. @@.purple;"May I assume that means she's taking the procedure?"@@ Wow, 'she'? Hearing that gives you a bit of a pleasant tingle in your body, you have to admit.<<endif>><<if $transformationProgress lt 10 or not settings.pussy>> Lying on the table, you're filled with excitement and nervousness. You're not even trying to convince yourself that this is in order to "keep up a disguise" or to "fit in" with your new body. There's at the very least a part of you that really looks forward to this, maybe without all the other consequences attached to the choker.<<endif>> You're quickly put under, not feeling anything during the procedure. When you slowly awaken, that "not feeling anything" is immediately obvious between your legs. No slight pull or rubbing against anything. Momentarily, you stand up, only to fall on your butt again, realising you should probably get your wits about you for at least a few seconds. @@.purple;Astrid@@ sympathises, and brings you a full-length mirror. When she's back, you actually manage to stay on your heels again. The sight absolutely stuns you. Your proud, massive tits immediately catch the eyes of anybody who would look at you. And who wouldn't want to? Those round jugs that defy gravity, those plump, dick-sucking lips with whorish, glossy lipstick on it, and your juicy ass, jiggling wildly whenever you strut on your insane heels. But the picture is now completed by what sits right next to your rear. Fat labia that are so perfectly smooth, covering you up down there, only parting slightly at the top to make way for an equally sizable clitoris, inviting a touch. Not in the mood to mess around while you have an audience, you go on to use two finger to spread your labia and get a look inside. Looks just like the ones you've seen in your time, and tight as well. Now at the latest, the tingle you felt in anticipation of the operation turned into a fire of excitement. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What do we do if she gets pregnant?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"What if she, like, gets preggers?"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"What about pregnancy?"@@<<endif>> Splash. That much for your excitement. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"I can get -regnant now?!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"I can get pregnant now?!"@@<<endif>> @@.purple;"Hey, you asked for the 'complete' package, don't blame me, I work off the order written down for me."@@ You didn't exactly order it yourself, but you suppose you <em>could</em> have thought about this. @@.purple;"Don't worry, you've got a womb, but we've got no way to know whether it's functional, much less fertile, until it happens."@@ @@.gold;"It?"@@, you ask. @@.purple;"It"@@, Astrid reassures you, nodding. Great, not only pregnancy, but periods on top of it. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, I've got all of that organised, we'll deal with the eventuality tomorrow"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ explains.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"No worries, I'll totally explain all that complicated girly stuff. OMGGGGGG, I can't believe I finally actually got you to be my real@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;!"@@ she nearly scream and jumps in for a hug. It can't really distract your thoughts from possible pregnancies.<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I'm not a cruel mistress, as you're fully aware. We're going to meet up tomorrow once more, and I will cover the basics from periods to pregnancy scares. Just imagine the tippy tapping of tiny whore feet on your apartment floor!"@@, she teases. You really don't need that image in your head.<<endif>> Well, you're not going to let that bring you down. If anything, it does make the experience more complete and will be an interesting lesson, if a burdensome one. You're resolved to enjoy this feeling of being <em>whole</em> <<if $chest gte 7>>all the way home, before [[you're being stopped|Week 3, Day 7 - Breast Surgery Suggestion]] short of the door.<<else>>[[all the way home.|Week 3, Day 7 - Back Home]]<<endif>>

This procedure is done with even more quickly than the others. You're not even required to go under, they just give you a local anaesthetic and you can remain awake. The doctors even offer you to observe the operation yourself, but you immediately decide that you don't require that much information, ew. The end result is the exact opposite of "ew", though. Once again, they fetch a mirror for you to observe yourself in. It hadn't even really occurred to you after the first shock of getting breasts, but they really were too large for your frame, and looked humorous more than sexy. Now, like this... you feel like you have a perfectly proportioned body. You were close before, but now you're right there, in the sweet spot.<<if $lactation is 1>> Just as you were told, an exploratory squeeze reveals that your tits have retained their special properties, as proven by the small bead of milk exiting your left nipple. You lap it up to keep yourself clean and dry.<<endif>><<if $titImplant is 1>> And they were right about sensitivity too... Holy hell, perhaps they're even more sensitive than before. A slight push is enough to make you squeal and squirm right where you're sitting. Perhaps this isn't the best location for self-exploration, as the doctors are giving you aroused stares, and a few flashes of cellphone cameras.<<endif>> Yeah, that's it. Finally, the last of the proposals. It's time to [[get home|Week 3, Day 7 - Back Home]] already.

You're floating in a dream. First everything is black around you, you can't even see yourself. Steadily, your body starts to emit light of its own, illuminating space a few centimetres around you, and yourself. Looking at your own hand, it seems oddly masculine... this is your hand! As in, the hand of your male self! Further exploration of your body yields that, indeed, you're back to your old self in this weird void. That's when it gets more crowded in this non-descript world of yours. A woman approaches, right in front of her. You immediately recognise her as well. She's what you look like at the moment. Seeing her, disconnected from her, the fact that you instantly identified her as a woman crushes you. Undoubtedly, she is you at the moment, out in the real world. You can't help but think of her as yourself. But then who are you? You are <<if $nameColour is 0>>@@.cyan;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;$firstname $lastname@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;$firstname $lastname@@<<endif>>. \ \ You are $heightdesc[$height] tall, \ \ and have $hairlengthdesc[$transformationProgress] $haircolour. <<if $asianProgress is 1>>You've gotten a slight tan somewhere.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your skin has taken on a tan.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your skin is healthily tanned.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your skin is alluringly tan.<<elseif $asianProgress gte 5>>Your skin is @@.gold;exotically@@ tan, making your complexion look<<if $thaiName is 1>> South<<endif>> East Asian.<<endif>> <<if $gyaru is 1>>At least that was before your gyaru transformation. Now your skin is <em>thoroughly</em> tanned, and in a noticeably fake tone. It almost gleams, and there is no doubt about the conclusions people are drawing from it as soon as they lay eyes on you. @@.gold;Just the way you like it.@@<<endif>> You have $bodydesc[$transformationProgress], \ \ and <<print $chestdesc[Math.trunc($chest)]>><<if $chestImplant is 1>>, brought close to perfection by the special, @@.pink;splendid@@ silicone implants. They make your tits feel less squishy in some areas, defy gravity with their posture, and increase your sensitivity greatly, somehow<<endif>>. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>In addition, two metal studs adorn your nipples, further increasing your sensitivity, and ensuring to have heads turned your way. @@.pink;Good...@@<<endif>> \ \ <<print $assdesc[Math.trunc($ass)]>> <<if $assImplant is 1>>Your cheeks have been enhanced by the wondrous implants the corporation sponsored. Cellulite will never be an issue for you, and your buns are two geometrically perfect globes; so perfect that they just have to be fake.<<endif>> <<if $navelPiercing is 1>>Your belly button is adorned by a gorgeous purple gem in a silver setting, pierced and locked in place inside your "innie" navel.<<endif>> You have $handsdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $fingernails isnot "">> $fingernails<<endif>> and \ \ $feetdesc[$transformationProgress]<<if $toenails isnot "">> $toenails<<endif>>. <<if $naked is 0>>You are currently wearing $shirt, with $bra underneath. Below you've donned $bottomwear and $underwear underneath. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$penisdesc[$transformationProgress]<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice, hidden behind your underwear<<endif>>. Your feet are adorned by $shoes. \ \ <<elseif $naked is 1>>You are currently completely naked. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1 or $stockingsused6 is 1>>Your legs are covered by sexy fishnet stockings, going up to the middle of your thighs.<<endif>>\ \ Your <<if $penis is 1>>$nakedpenisdesc[$transformationProgress].<<elseif $penis is 0>><<if $nameColour is 1>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 2>>@@.azure;pussy@@<<elseif $nameColour is 3>>@@.gold;pussy@@<<else>>@@.fetish;pussy@@<<endif>> is gracing you down below, with fat labia covering up a tight, succulent crevice.<<endif>><<endif>> Your $facedesc[$transformationProgress] has $makeupModifier $makeup on it.<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> Don't be deceived though; there are no cosmetics on your face. It's all due to the wonders of @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s "adaptive cosmetics" that your face looks like it does. You'll have beautiful-looking pseudo-makeup on you for the rest of your life. @@.pink;How useful!@@<<endif>><<if $plasticface is 1>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you decided to let @@.astrid;Astrid@@ modify your face even further into femininity. Not only do you look like a woman, you wear a perpetual look of seduction, with arched eyebrows, pouty lips, and a supermodel jawline. Fucking. Worth. It.\ <<elseif $plasticface is 2>> Beyond its naturally womanly appearance, you @@.pink;begged@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ to intensely alter your face. You look like sex incarnate. Your eye lids seem to rest most comfortable when half-closed, your lips naturally pout without looking fake<<if $plasticlips is 1>>, though your later decision to pump them full of collagen remedied that problem<<endif>>, and the corners of your mouth inch up almost imperceptibly in a mysterious, inviting smile. You aren't just a woman. You are <em>the</em> woman.<<endif>> \ \ Your eyes are $eyes<<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1 or $glassesused5 is 1 or $glassesused6 is 1>>, though currently hidden behind trashy, huge sunglasses<<endif>> and your lips are <<print $lipsdesc[Math.trunc($lips)]>>. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You have @@.azure;juiced up@@ your lips permanently, begging the world to use them.<<endif>> <<if $tonguePiercing is 1>>If you stick out your tongue, you can see a round, heavy, @@.azure;gorgeous@@ stud embedded in the middle of it.<<endif>> <<if $asianProgress is 1>>Your eyes seem to have slimmed down a little.<<elseif $asianProgress is 2>>Your eyes have definitely slanted a bit.<<elseif $asianProgress is 3>>Your eyes have slowly taken on an almond shape, looking like they'd fit on an Asian girl already.<<elseif $asianProgress is 4>>Your eyes are unmistakably Asian now, almond-shaped @@.gold;and alluring@@.<<elseif $asianProgress is 5>>Your eyes have completely taken on a form that would only be seen on an Asian @@.gold;street walker@@, almond-shaped, tempting, @@.gold;and hot as fuck@@.<<endif>> <<if $bimboChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;BIMBO@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $cumslutChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@. <<if $chokerHidden is 1>>It's currently concealed beneath your clothing.<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<if $asianChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as an @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@.<<endif>><<if $asianChoker is 2>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, but you haven't had a chance to read it yet.<<endif>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.fetish;FETISH SLUT@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fashionChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;FASHION QUEEN@@.<<endif>>\ <<if $fucktoyChoker is 1>>A choker is presently wrapped tightly around your neck, pressing on your throat, designating you as a @@.pink;PLASTIC FUCKTOY@@.<<endif>> Finishing your observations about your current state of affairs, she comes closer to you. And by "come" you don't mean walking, but rather floating in your direction. Similarly, you are set into motion in her direction, accelerating, just like she does. The rather depressing conclusion is a crash between the two of you, which she seems to have come out looking better; as you look down, you see her breasts blocking your view. Your view... your breasts... Nothing left resembling your old male self, as your mind [[drifts into sleep within your dream.|Week 4, Day 1 - To Waifu or Not To Waifu]]

Dropping deeper into sleep, the void you find yourself floating in becomes a deeper shade of black itself. It's a rather calming experience, although being left alone with your new self is a worrying experience too. It reminds you of all the questions left unanswered, of the uncertainty that has rendered you so -- understandably -- neurotic over the last weeks. After being trapped here for a good half hour, left to ponder your condition, the void ceases being void. Three doors are quickly approaching your position, before you abruptly come to a halt directly in front of them. There's little ceremony or mystery, the first door just opens directly after your arrival. <<if $gyaru is 0 and $thaiName is 0>>Behind, a beautiful Japanese girl greets you. @@.gold;"Konnichiwa! Kasumi desu."@@ She bows and smiles at you. She... she looks exactly like you do... Well, like you do in your current condition and she's beckoning you to come in. What does that mean?\ \ <<elseif $gyaru is 1>>Behind, a drop-dead gorgeous, tan, blonde Asian beauty is smiling at you. @@.gold;"Hey there, big boy. It's Karen. You up for a quick fuck?"@@ Hnnnnnnggshit, you can feel yourself heating up, you always loved girls who take charge. But hold on, now that you look at her... she looks exactly like you do, in your current -- @@.gold;permanent@@ -- gyaru form, and she's beckoning you to come in. What does that mean?\ \ <<elseif $thaiName is 1>>Behind, a beautiful South East Asian girl is looking at you. She doesn't utter a word, instead just picking up her skirt, lifting it enough to show you she isn't all "girl". Between her legs sits a short, adorable mini-cock. Still, she remains quiet, but a little tattoo around her ankles hints that her name is "Kamlai"... just like yours, and she's beckoning you to come in. What does that mean?<<endif>> You barely have time to ponder that question, because right away, the second door opens. Behind stands another very attractive girl... but distinctly caucasian. Indeed, the two girls look so similar -- same height, same cup size, same ass cheeks. The only difference is that the girl behind door #1 is clearly an Asian sexpot, while the other one is... well, a white sexpot. \ \ <<if $gyaru is 1 or $thaiName is 1>>At first, it seems like you're supposed to make a choice, but the second girl actually turns her back on you, waving you goodbye without looking at you. The door closes on its own and fades into the void. It appears that choice was just taken away from you... or maybe you'd already made it? Regardless, you're only left with door #1, so you step in and embrace your fate, [[merging with the girl behind|Week 4, Day 1 - Height]]\ \ <<else>> It appears you have to make a choice. Clearly, these girls are made to resemble you, just like you were made to resemble a @@.gold;permanently horny fucktoy@@. Pondering your options, you deduce that you likely have to choose whether you want to embrace your Asian heritage or reject it. So what do you choose? [[Become Kasumi.|Week 4, Day 1 - Height][$firstname = "Kasumi"]] <<if $firstname is "Kelly">>[[Remain Kelly.|Week 4, Day 1 - Height][$asianProgress = 0]]\ <<elseif $firstname is "Kari">>[[Remain Kari.|Week 4, Day 1 - Height][$asianProgress = 0]]\ <<elseif $firstname is "Kandi">>[[Remain Kandi.|Week 4, Day 1 - Height][$asianProgress = 0]]\ <<elseif $firstname is "Cammy">>[[Remain Cammy.|Week 4, Day 1 - Height][$asianProgress = 0]]\ <<elseif $firstname is "Cummi">>[[Remain Cummi.|Week 4, Day 1 - Height][$asianProgress = 0]] <<elseif $firstname is "Kevin">>[[Remain Kevin.|Week 4, Day 1 - Height][$asianProgress = 0]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 4, Monday">><<set $nameColour = 0>><<if $gyaru is 1>><<set $firstname = "Karen">><<endif>><<set $asianStats = 2>><<set $asianChoker = 0>><<set $week4Stats = 1>><<if $superheroFetish is 0>><<set $naked = 1>><<endif>>\ \ <big>Act III - The End</big> As you take your pick, the girl you were just lusting after is suddenly pulled by some invisible force towards you, and likewise you to her. You bring up your hands to shield you from the impact, but the collision turns out to be painless. The result is an empty void, with just you in it, looking very much like the girl you just smashed into, at the exact height you picked. Good going, @@.cyan;$firstname@@, that's not crazy at all. Next, the void breaks up, splinters. Like shards of glass, bits and pieces tear themselves away from the black walls surrounding you, revealing blindingly bright light behind. Piece after piece extracts itself and evaporates, until the last black piece of the void vanishes. Your back hurts. Your eyes hurt. Well, not staring directly into that fluorescent ceiling lamp might help with that one. Then again, that might prove challenging, given that your neck doesn't presently allow any movement. That revelation stirs some mild panic, and the consequent jerking of your limbs proves that your neck isn't alone in its rigidity. Once you regain some more of your sense, you find you can still tilt your head slightly, and find yourself on some sort of bondage table. After some moving and fidgeting, the table itself is set into motion, and adjusts your position so that you're "standing up", facing a wall-mounted flatscreen. It switches on right away, displaying <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> and <<if $bimboSex4 is 1>>@@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@<<else>>a rather stern-looking woman<<endif>> smiling into the camera. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Good morning sweetheart, I hope you had a restful sleep," Bonnie@@ teases you, as she likes to do so often. @@.red;"As you can see we wanted to save you a trip to the chiropractor, so we gave you some back stability. Oh, where are my manners, this lady at my side <<if $bimboSex4 is 1>>and you have met before, as far as she clued me in.<<else>>is the lovely DÃ©sirÃ©e.<<endif>>"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Moooooooorniiiiiiiiiiing@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;!"@@ Argh, you definitely didn't miss that grating voice. @@.bunny;"We've toootally got you all naked and tied up. You look so sexy like this, I'm almost jealous..."@@ she sighs softly before drifting off for a few seconds. @@.bunny;"Oopsie, totally forgot I didn't even inter-- into-- say hello to@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@@@.bunny;. Hiiiiiii!<<if $bimboSex4 is 1>> You met each other before, haventcha?<<endif>>"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"There you are, finally joining us in the world of the conscious. I hope you had a good rest, because it'll be the last for a while. Your hanging up there is... well... I would think of a pun or derisive comment, but frankly, we just thought it'd be quite amusing. We were right. Oh, here I am, talking about 'we' without introducing my counterpart,@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ @@.orange;to my right here<<if $bimboSex4 is 1>>, but I believe you've met before anyway<<endif>>."@@<<endif>> <<if $bimboSex4 is 1>>@@.desiree;"Indeed we have. It's a pleasure to see you again. My, you certainly like surrendering power to people around you, don't you?@@<<else>>@@.desiree;"Pleased to make your acquaintance. I've heard a lot about you, and your talents. Seeing you there, I can imagine what those are.@@<<endif>> @@.desiree;But anyway, welcome to our fine establishment, The Corporation Headquarters. This is where you wanted to come, didn't you? Well, there's no need to thank us, there'll be plenty of that soon enough. You'll probably be kneeling then and the restraints will mostly be decoration. Just like you. There's really not much I have to tell you, I believe my lovely assistant here is more than qualified to clue you in. We'll have a fun week together, I can promise that much. That's it from me, don't do anything I wouldn't do, my little lovers."@@ With that, she steps out of frame, but the TV doesn't stay quiet for long. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"She's quite something, isn't she? But don't worry, you'll get all my attention. I suppose a short introduction is in order? You must be quite surprised at all that's happening. I was clued in, and even I jumped a little when your door came down. That covers how you got here. Why did you get here? We want to finalise the experiment under controlled circumstances. You were our first run at public exposure, and it was a giant success so far. No public attention whatsoever. Anything that would happen publicly would be attributed to the doings of some random nympho. It's brilliant! As long as we take a personal approach, keep things on the down low, this may just work."@@ You're a bit puzzled what she's talking about. Are they considering to transform other people, just for the sake of it? @@.red;"But of course you don't care about that. You never cared about the bigger picture, did you? Fine, let's talk about you. We've got a veeeery special course prepared, just for you. I bet you love that. If you don't, you will soon enough. Don't rush through it, relish every moment, pick up on every detail. You've got a whole week after all. So, while you're cooped into the facility, not much else changes. By now, you're smart enough to figure it out... or perhaps too slutty and vapid to figure <em>anything</em> out. I can't wait to see which one it is. You'll have a few minutes to yourself, but you're going to get some visitors soon. I'll leave you to it."@@ The screen shuts off under resounding chuckles from @@.red;Bonnie@@. Alright, time to take in the situation.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"*teehee* Dizzy is so funny! She's the nice lady I was talking about, it's been so hard to remember her name, you know? I think she doesn't like that I call her Dizzy, but she wrote her real name down for me and there was funny stuff all across the letters, it was nuts. So I'll stick to Dizzy." "Umm, you probably don't know why you're here, so uhhh... Well, I forgot actually. It was something about you doing real good though, so yaaaaaayyy! Now we can do, like, way more stuff... and stuff."@@ Oof, all that incriminating information, now you've got her. @@.bunny;"Anyway so uh, you're quite tied up, aintcha? *giggle* We'll have a lot more fun like that, over the whoooole week, so better learn to enjoy it! Now, I know it's been a lot of things we told you, so you can, like, relax for a minute or so, then we'll send some friends over. Oops, I think I wasn't supposed to say that... Anyway, don't tell Dizzy. See ya!!"@@ Finally, the room goes quiet. Alright, time to take in the situation.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"A real lady, that one. Has no taste though, a shame. Well, leaves more for me. Anyway, let's get back to the star of this show. You're probably wondering why you're here. Frankly, I don't have much of a horse in this race, I've got more than enough entertainment out of you. But The Corporation is aiming a little higher than me, they're not as grounded and reasonable as I am, and they've decided to take over. I probably shouldn't reveal too much, but you can look forward to a lot more girls like you around. Isn't that great, some playmates for you!"@@ You don't appreciate that pun, but more importantly, what does that mean? They're going to enslave more people? @@.orange;"Again I'm drifting off. Excuse my scatterbrain, I've let the excitement get to me. You'll know how that feels soon, with what we've prepared here. You're not allowed the same freedom as usual, you're staying here with us for sure. But other than that, most of the themes should be familiar to you. Take it all in dear, you wouldn't want to miss anything. Now, I know you're a little... tied up there, so we'll give you a minute of rest. A minute's over quick though. Don't dawdle too long..."@@ and with that, the speakers go quiet. Alright, time to take in the situation.<<endif>> Jerking all of your limbs tells you that you're tied down neatly, there's little wiggle room. Now that more of your senses are with you, you can at least look around a little, tilting your head ever so slightly. <<if $superheroFetish is 0>>You're completely naked, your clothes aren't anywhere else in the room either.<<else>>You've still got your ridiculous outfit on...<<endif>> While your neck is currently being restrained tightly, it doesn't feel like there's anything beneath it. They must have taken off your choker, and apparently didn't bother attaching a new one.<<if $brainDrain gte 5>> @@.pink;Yeah, that's... um... what were you thinking about?@@<<endif>><<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;It's hard to concentrate when you're so damn hungry...@@<<endif>><<if $obedience gte 5>> @@.gold;At least you're still tied down, or you'd go nuts with all that repressive freedom...<<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $addiction gte 5 and $obedience gte 5>> @@.pink;Fuck,@@ @@.azure;how@@ @@.gold;are@@ @@.pink;you@@ @@.azure;going@@ @@.gold;to@@ @@.pink;survive@@ @@.azure;this@@ @@.gold;week?@@<<endif>> <<if $payments is 3>>So, about getting [[out of this...|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape (Perfect)]]<<elseif $payments gte 4>>So, about getting [[out of this...|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape (Choker)]]<<elseif $payments lt 3>>So, about getting [[out of this...|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape (No clue)]]<<endif>>

Your thoughts go back to one of the hints you purchased from @@.lucas;Lucas@@, or his assistant rather. It was the left arm, if you're not mistaken. That one should be loose or easy to get out of. So that's where you focus your efforts. It really does require some, it's not exactly what you'd call "easy". But you can feel it give way just a tiny bit, and a tiny bit more each time you breathe in and give it another tug, filling you with hope. Five minutes later and you press your fingers together, to compress your hand and wrist as much as you can. Stuck nonetheless, you decide that, since this isn't your equipment, you'll have no qualms spitting on it. That extra lubrication is enough to tip the scales, and your left hand is free! The rest of the way is a walk in the park, freeing your neck next gives your upper body enough mobility to reach your other arm, and now having two hands at your disposal, your legs are freed in no time at all. Hah, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> and her corporate fucks, always acting high and mighty, and this is the best they can do? Bring it on. While you inwardly celebrate, a key is making noise in the door that's facing you and <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;your rack@@--<<endif>>the rack directly. Postponing your self-praise, you take in the room once more. Shit, it's perfectly square. An idea strikes you, albeit a terrible one. The conventional door being unlocked seems to open inwards. That means, if you're lucky, you could hide right behind the door when it's open. It sounds really silly, but in a square room without furniture, where are you supposed to hide? Speeding over there silently on your bare feet, you manage just in time to duck behind the door. Nobody steps into the room, nothing happens. All you can see are the X-shaped bondage rack you were just hanging from, while you're nervously sweating behind the door. After about a minute of terror, the door shuts again, and you breathe out audibly. Just then you hear a key turning in the door. Reflexively, you jump up to grab the handle, but think better of it at the last second. You're locked in here now, but yanking the door open would put you face-to-face with whoever's just been here. Having the door locked also means that anybody who wants to get in would have to announce himself by unlocking it, which puts you a little at ease. But it also leaves you alone in this room, with nothing to do. Having stared at the rack for so long, you noticed that its legs were uneven, so you scoot over there to rock it a little bit, just to pass the time. It proves difficult however, the rack stands firmly on the ground, not budging to your playful pushes. You could swear you saw one leg of it ending a few centimetres above ground. Kneeling down, you take a look. Luckily, you haven't gone crazy yet, that leg really doesn't come down all the way to the floor. To make up for it, a silver key is lodged between the ground and the metal stand, which you didn't see before! Can never have enough keys... Having no other pocket than your cleavage, that's where the key goes. And you can finally rock the rack back and forth now!<<set $key1 = 1>> Having found adequate entertainment for the rest of the day, you do get sleepy relatively early -- well, you think so, there's no windows in this damned place -- and just [[drop on the spot.|Week 4, Day 2 - Waking Up]]

<<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<set $fetishStats = 1>><<set $week4Stats = 0>><<set $horniness += 1>><<set $perversion = 1>>You're about to jerk your left hand out of its restraint, remembering the help you bought from @@.lucas;Lucas@@' assistant, when the door straight ahead of you opens and three people enter the room. Two women, each as sensual and sexy as any girl you ever saw, both gripping one thin metal leash each in their hand. Those leashes are connected to the third person entering, a naked guy, moving on all fours. When all of them come to a stop, he gets up from his hands, kneeling with his torso upright, which shows you what the leashes are connected to. A choker around his neck, spelling "<strong>S L A V E</strong>" over his throat. The speakers on the TV come back to life. \ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Need some time to reconnect?"@@ the familiar voice of @@.red;Bonnie@@ quips, to your great confusion. @@.red;"Wait, you don't even know who this is? Oh isn't that just lovely. This right here is your guardian angel. Your knight in shining armour. I hope that left hand isn't cuffed too tight?"@@ Fuck. @@.red;"Yeah, it wasn't too hard to get out of him. He works here, he knows staying silent isn't permanent. In return, he'll enjoy his new life greatly, we'll make sure of that. Our guest of honour, you, naturally gets a first-row seat. Say goodbye,@@ @@.blue;Philip@@@@.red;."@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"You two wanna get busy together maybe?" Bunny@@'s familiar voice rings through the room again, to your great confusion. What is that supposed to mean? She doesn't seem to understand that she's not making any sense until you tell her. @@.bunny;"Wait, you don't know him? Whoa, that's confusing."@@ She's right about that. @@.bunny;"Everybody said you totally paid this guy to sneak you outta here and stuff. Didn't you? No? Well you did <em>something</em>, don't think you can trick me! He told us so himself. And people who want to break the rules of our game get super punished! He'll really like it though, won't you,@@ @@.blue;Philip@@@@.bunny;? Tell me you'll love it!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Should we give you two love birds some time alone?"@@ the room is blessed with @@.orange;Bridget@@'s voice again. You don't understand what she's getting at though. @@.orange;"Wait, you don't even know who this is? That's downright delicious. Well, wouldn't you know, this man is your big hope! Was, anyway."@@ @@.orange;"If you haven't caught on yet, we know you've been paying this guy to help you out of here. I suppose we can't stop you using those clues, it might even make things a little more interesting. We know you're not making it out anyway. It wasn't too hard getting the information out of him, he knows how effective we are. As a reward, he'll have a really fun new life, and will probably be more useful than he was as an employee. Say goodbye,@@ @@.blue;Philip@@@@.orange;."@@<<endif>> Whether he wants to say it or not, that's not for him to decide right now. Before he can voice any complaint, regret, or other sentiment, one of the sexpots walks over with a dildo gag and fastens it tightly around his head. That complicates a coordinated escape attempt, you fear. Their plans for @@.blue;Philip@@ are far from over, the two girls seem just about to get started. One of them has already fixed a strap-on to her panties and is currently pushing the poor guy over to get access to his manpussy. Without any lube or foreplay, she pushes in, audible via @@.blue;Philip@@'s muffled scream of pain. The convulsions bring his gag reflex back into focus, and cut off his scream prematurely. The other girl stands in front of the now prone man, and seems to have a mind to let him lick his boots, before remembering his mouth is presently occupied, setting her into a fit of devious laughs. As compensation, she sits down in front of him, undresses, and uses his hand to pleasure herself for a few minutes before letting him do all the work. She then says something, like she's talking to herself. You can't really make out what she says, but a few minutes later, two men enter the room. Meanwhile, the other girl is still working @@.blue;Philip@@ ruthlessly from behind, tears already streaming down his faces. For his sake, you hope is sweat glands are sensitive, and are quick to provide some lubrication back there. <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;Oh, that brings back such lovely memories...@@<<endif>> One of the men positions himself before @@.blue;Philip@@, kneeling down, the other is sitting on the side opposite of "Fingerfuck Girl". Taking a seat next to him is immediately being recognised by @@.blue;Philip@@ as a request for a handjob -- this fellow takes to his new role a little too quickly -- while the other guy gets to work on the dildo gag, to provide a gag on his own, all natural flesh and skin, no cheap rubber. The painful scream quickly subside, and all that's left is a whole lot of squelching and moaning, juices of different nature spreading all over the place. <<if $addiction gte 5>>@@.azure;And why would he scream, he'd waste so much of his meal... Wasting food just won't do.@@<<endif>> The two... trainers on the sides of @@.blue;Philip@@ are the first to cum, his hands are apparently quite talented already. The girl simply spams into orgasm and has her transparent juices running down the arm pleasuring her, while the guy thinks differently, tearing himself free and jacking himself off, crouching in front of the sissy being molested right now. The result should need little explanation; poor<<if $addiction gte 5>> -- @@.azure;you mean lucky@@ --<<endif>> @@.blue;Philip@@ gets his face plastered white, while he's still being double penetrated. Those two participants look like all they came for was a quick orgasm, and leave the room right away. Those that remain decide to switch positions a little. The girl still railing @@.blue;Philip@@ from behind pulls on his thighs, seating him on her lap, never once breaking the rhythm of fucking him. The guy getting blown follows along and stands almost upright while receiving some oral service. It's such a lewd display, @@.blue;Philip@@'s now grasping his own shins, spreading his legs wide for the girl fucking is ass to have optimal leverage and room to enter him. Around the guy's cock, you could swear you see the hint of a smile too. <<if $obedience gte 5>>@@.gold;Hmmm, you can relate... oh how you wish they'd asked for volunteers. <<endif>>Is his chest bulging? Before you can determine for sure, juices are once again ejected in great quantities. The guy cums right down @@.blue;Philip@@'s throat, and apparently that's enough to shoot the cum receptacle over the edge as well, leaving a pathetic little puddle on the floor. That satisfies both of his assailants, who merrily observe @@.blue;Philip@@ lying on the floor with a drunk smile. The last two trainers move over to the door as well after getting themselves cleaned up a little, but they don't step through. Instead, they open it and reveal the other two from earlier, carrying a devious-looking device each. Both seem to mount on a tripod, or rather some sort of metal frame. One is being placed at roughly the height of the hips, the other quite a bit further up. The devices are pointing towards each other, and now you can see that they're clearly tipped with dildoes. You can imagine what's coming. Once they've got it all set up, they grab a barely conscious @@.blue;Philip@@ under his arms and heave him over. He's being sat right on the lower, diagonally-pointing machine, his body completely limp and close to falling over forward. That puts him close to where he's supposed to be, his two trainers catch him and just have to open his mouth to make room for the upper dildo. Done, @@.blue;Philip@@ is now a solid, fixed part of the installation, slightly hunched over, almost sitting, to allow the machine easy entrance in both holes. There's even a little chin rest! That way he doesn't have to hold his head up that much, how considerate. Flicking a switch, the guy that got the handjob turns on the machines, which start up slowly to ensure they're hitting the holes right. After a few successful loops, they start speeding up until they're fucking @@.blue;Philip@@ at superhuman frequencies. You'd like to describe his reaction to this, but can't really make out one. There he is, getting fucked beyond belief, with the same dumb smile plastered across his face. His brain must be more busted than his throat. You'd lost sight of her, but the girl that got fingered has pulled up a chair and is busy merrily observing her student "learning". Taking a more comfortable position, she leans back to abuse the chin rest you noticed a minute ago. She raises her legs and puts them down there, the tip of her boots right in front of @@.blue;Philip@@'s mouth. Instinctively, his tongue finds a way to snake out between his lips and past the undulating dildo to lick his mistress' boots. She seems really insistent on that, and you furrow your eyebrows, wondering whether that's really necessary. By chance, she looks your way when you do, and just shrugs, like she's telling you that she was just <em>really</em> in the mood to have her boots licked, as if that were something that people simply feel like from time to time. Considerations like that are distracting you from what's really going on. Hours passed, and @@.blue;Philip@@ looks about due for a change of pronouns. Calling "him" a "he" is definitely questionable at this point. Before your very eyes takes place a transformation in a matter of seconds and minutes that you imagine happened to yourself over the course of weeks, which was terrifying enough. The power of these chokers is truly frightening, you think to yourself as ever larger tits slap against the body of what used to be @@.lucas;Lucas@@' accomplice. The hips that rest on the quickly pistoning rear dildo are expanding to vast proportions, the massive buttflesh jiggling in tact with the sex toy ramming between it. The other girl decides her boots are clean enough by now anyway, so might as well call it a day. She walks over to the switch and flips it, making the assortment of sounds -- the lewd squelching, electric humming, excited moaning -- come to a gradual stop. She lifts the twitching form off the machine and asks sternly, @@.blue;"What's your name?"@@ Still trembling, head lowered, a meek voice states, @@.lightblue;"My name is Fucktoy, Mistress."@@ Her trainer smiles, and in reaction, so does she herself. The rather dominating woman walks over to @@.lightblue;Fucktoy@@, handing her something. @@.blue;"You know what to do with this."@@ @@.lightblue;"Of course, Mistress."@@ Right then, her gaze is suddenly transfixed on you. After that long time of rest, your alertness was gone entirely, and the shift of focus hits you unprepared. Suddenly under pressure, you tear at your restraints, but of course, those efforts are misguided. @@.lightblue;Fucktoy@@ is staring directly into your eyes for a second before undoing your neck restraint. Grateful for the release of pressure on your throat and worn out by its rigid posture, your head flops forward, which is your next mistake of the day. The pressure returns in a moment, followed by a much too familiar *click*. First time you move a muscle, and you push yourself straight into another choker. At this stage, you really want to question your sanity, but that's hardly useful now. @@.lightblue;"This choker is a gift by Mistress@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ @@.lightblue;. Wear it with honour," Fucktoy@@ instructs you. Straight away, she returns to her submissive, crouching pose, [[waiting for further instructions.|Week 4, Day 1 - No Great Escape]]

Well, uh... You don't really know. Hmm. A sobering thought, though disappointing. No matter where you look, the room is bare. Even if there were some tool, even if it was lying directly in front of you on the floor, you couldn't even get to it. Brute force it is. You can't imagine that they just put you here on this bondage rack for shits and giggles, waiting until you finally find a way to untie yourself. Now that they know you've woken up, it's probably only a matter of time until they come in with some fucked up game for you to play. Meaning that choosing which restraint to test may well be important, but there's no way for you to approach this logically. So just pick one to go for. At first glance, and after some exploratory tugs, you can't say any one stands out in particular. [[Neck|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Step 2][$neckclamp = 1]] [[Left Hand|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Escaped!]] [[Right Hand|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Step 2][$righthandclamp = 1]] [[Left Foot|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Step 2][$leftfootclamp = 1]] [[Right Foot|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Step 2][$rightfootclamp = 1]]

<<set $date = "Week 4, Tuesday">>Goddamn, you can't remember when you last felt this refreshed. Despite being unconscious for large parts of yesterday, you were absolutely exhausted by last night. Actually, you don't even know whether it was night, or what time it is now. These damn rooms still don't have any windows that you can spot. Worried that something was done to you during sleep, you jump up and examine your body, to check for any devious devices or articles of clothing<<if $fetishChoker is 0>>, especially around your neck<<endif>>. Fortunately, you can't fi-- @@.cyan;"AAAAAHH--"@@ you squeal like a little girl. A calm woman in a French Maid costume stands in front of you, looking embarrassed and apologetic. She wears a "<strong>M A I D</strong>" choker around her neck. @@.blue;"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to startle you,"@@ she begins. You take on a fighting stance that, given your current body, looks a bit silly. @@.blue;"Don't worry, I'm not your adversary."@@ Oh good, let's go for a cup of coffee then! You're not breaking your alertness. As if you'd fall for that one. @@.blue;"I see. Well, I'd probably be suspicious if I were you as well. But Mistress@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> @@.blue;has specifically instructed me not to sodomise you, however strong my craving to do so might get."@@ W-Was that a compliment? <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.blue;"Anyway,"@@ she turns around, @@.blue;"she also instructed me to present an offering."@@ She's still fiddling with something, which gives you time to ponder how absolutely suspicious this all is. Especially given the fact that this bombshell maid is currently bent over at the waist, and her rear completely exposed to you... @@.blue;"Here,"@@ she says as she turns back to face you. Startled, you jump a step backwards, hitting the back of your head against the wall and shuffling off to the side, panicked. Resting on the maid's arms is a silver platter, which holds an impeccably, beautifully presented choker. It reads @@.big;<center>F E T I S H S L U T</center>@@ in the usual rhinestone setup. Against your expectations, the maid isn't trying to wrestle you to the floor to get you to wear this @@.pink;lovely, @@@@.azure;gorgeous, @@@@.gold;elegant@@ piece of jewelry.\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.blue;"I was instructed to present you with the choker but, well, your transgressions have ensured you will unite with it already. It looks good on you."@@ What's with all these creepy compliments? @@.blue;"Anyway, it means I served my purpose. Perhaps you will feel that pleasure too, very soon. It gets lonely in my Boudoir. Please do your best in the Maid Challenge when you get there, I'd love some company. Maybe I'll have a few pointers when you do."@@<<endif>> Trying to figure her out, you try to ask an unrelated question, to see how she reacts. @@.cyan;"What's your name?"@@ you want to know. She looks surprised, but not panicked or off-guard. @@.blue;"Excuse that faux-pas, I forgot to introduce myself while you were calming down. My name is Marie."@@ That's a level-headed and normal way of explaining herself. You'd say "perhaps a little too normal", if it didn't sound so clichÃ©. Your impression is that this girl is telling the truth. It does make sense that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> would want to mess with you like this. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>Dangling a choker in front of you, it's obvious you wouldn't take it. So if you do, and subvert her expectations, could there be a reward down the line?<<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>But it looks like you made a dent in her plans there, and not to your benefit this time.<<endif>> <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>Then again, it could be a double bluff. She could anticipate you thinking that and it's just a plain choker. What's more, you'd have thrown yourself into it of your own volition, the maid hasn't even enticed or tempted you to put it on in any way. Well, she did just present you with her juicy, near-naked ass, which almost made you lose you composure... You don't want to imagine <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s gloating if you pick it up. Do you, though?<<if $horniness gte 5>> You wish it were as easy as making a choice. Your loins are sore from having so much blood pumped through them for the last twelve hours, which also means there's little circulation in your brain. Hmmmph, it's tough to resist the sparkly, pretty jewelry in front of you. @@.blue;Marie@@ reads you and speaks up. @@.blue;"You know, chokers are exceptional at relieving pressure. The way they wrap around your neck, enclosing it tightly... <em>Aaah</em>, I can hardly go an hour without touching it, the way it compresses my throat and offers me to the world."@@ Throughout all that, she doesn't make a single move towards you, just presents her buckling, shaking knees and quivering sex to you, a sentiment you can relate to all too well. She's just trying to tempt you! Resist! Again, you wish it were that easy. Still, focussing your attention, you think you can resist the choker this time. How it will look tomorrow or at the next trap you'll encounter... That's a hole different story. Make a call.<<endif>> [[Put on the choker.|Week 4, Day 2 - Embrace It]] [[Refuse the choker.|Week 4, Day 2 - Deny It]]\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>Well, perhaps this maid will be of some use to you at some point. But by her own admission, she currently doesn't have anything to do at the moment. You check back with her, politely, and she essentially confirms your impression. At least [[the new day starts|Week 4, Day 2 - Onto New Challenges]] less complicated than the old one ended.<<endif>>

You're free! Well, it's not quite that simple. You tug and tear with your left arm, trying to get some space. It seems futile at first, but you don't let up. Again and again, you tear your shoulder forward and back, turning your wrist accordingly. After two minutes of exhausting fights with the strap, you can tell with certainty it came loose a bit. With renewed vigor, you ignore your crying lungs and power through, until after roughly five minutes of struggling, you see an open strap and a free wrist to your left. The rest of the way is a walk in the park, freeing your neck next gives your upper body enough mobility to reach your other arm, and now having two hands at your disposal, your legs are freed in no time at all. Hah, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> and her corporate fucks, always acting high and mighty, and this is the best they can do? Bring it on. While you inwardly celebrate, a key is making noise in the door that's facing you and <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;your rack@@--<<endif>>the rack directly. Postponing your self-praise, you take in the room once more. Shit, it's perfectly square. An idea strikes you, albeit a terrible one. The conventional door being unlocked seems to open inwards. That means, if you're lucky, you could hide right behind the door when it's open. It sounds really silly, but in a square room without furniture, where are you supposed to hide? Speeding over there silently on your bare feet, you manage just in time to duck behind the door. Nobody steps into the room, nothing happens. All you can see are the X-shaped bondage rack you were just hanging from, while you're nervously sweating behind the door. After about a minute of terror, the door shuts again, and you breathe out audibly. Just then you hear a key turning in the door. Reflexively, you jump up to grab the handle, but think better of it in the last second. You're locked in here now, but yanking the door open would put you face-to-face with whoever's just been here. Having the door locked also means that anybody who wants to get in would have to announce himself by unlocking it, which puts you a little at ease. But it also leaves you alone in this room, with nothing to do. Having stared at the rack for so long, you noticed that its legs were uneven, so you scoot over there to rock it a little bit, just to pass the time. It proves difficult however, the rack stands firmly on the ground, not budging to your playful pushes. You could swear you saw one leg of it ending a few centimetres above ground. Kneeling down, you take a look. Luckily, you haven't gone crazy yet, that leg really doesn't come down all the way to the floor. To make up for it, a silver key is lodged between the ground and the metal stand, which you didn't see before! Can never have enough keys... Having no other pocket than your cleavage, that's where the key goes. And you can finally rock the rack back and forth now!<<set $key1 = 1>> Having found adequate entertainment for the rest of the day, you do get sleepy relatively early -- well, you think so, there's no windows in this damned place -- and just [[drop on the spot.|Week 4, Day 2 - Waking Up]]

You pull and pull, but you just don't feel like you're making any progress. Every time you feel like the bands, knots and ties are coming loose, they feel even tighter a second later. After five minutes of wriggling and winding, you even go for a wild attempt, almost hurting yourself. None of it helps though. If there is a right choice, you evidently went for the wrong one. Nothing to do but cross it off the checklist and stay on target. Nobody's come into the room yet, you've still got another shot. <<if $neckclamp is 0>>[[Neck|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Dun Goofed][$neckclamp = 1]] <<endif>>[[Left Hand|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Escaped Eventually!]] <<if $righthandclamp is 0>>[[Right Hand|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Dun Goofed][$righthandclamp = 1]] <<endif>><<if $leftfootclamp is 0>>[[Left Foot|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Dun Goofed][$leftfootclamp = 1]] <<endif>><<if $rightfootclamp is 0>>[[Right Foot|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Dun Goofed][$rightfootclamp = 1]] <<endif>>

Once again, your efforts bear no fruit. You tear, tug and twist, yet your restraints don't want to yield. What's more, the physical exertion has left you quite winded, and you're breathing heavily when the door directly in front of you is being unlocked and consequently opened. Through it steps a confident-looking woman, attractive but not too eye-catching if not for her arrogant appearance. Hold on though, there's movement behind her... Just now you notice she seems to hold a thing iron chain, so thin it looks more like a leash really. Now comes into view what is connected to that leash. A girl, walking on all fours, obediently behind her... owner, you suppose. Indeed, the dominant woman sits down on a chair and pats the pet on the head. @@.blue;"She can't get enough of that,"@@ the woman holding the leash addresses you, as if <em>that</em> was the predominant question racing through your head. @@.blue;"Her name's Jodie, at least that's what we've taken to calling her. Real charming girl, found her near some fucked up college campus. You think you're seeing the devil's work here? We haven't seen much of that university, but what we did see was majorly fucked up. This one caught us spying and was basically humping the leg of one of my scouts. Still one of the best stories to come out of this job. So yeah, don't pass the blame onto us, she was like this when we found her. Lord knows what they did to her, or who she used to be. Let me tell you though, get one cock inside her and she's done for the rest of the day. One orgasm and then it's siesta. Not one for work, this girl. Had her for a good year now, no end to her laziness in sight. Lucky for you, I forbade her from climaxing for a week, so we've got motivation sorted out. Now, enough talk, why don't you two acquaint yourselves, hm?"@@ At that, Jodie gets a slap on her butt cheeks by her mistress, and is set into motion. The blonde sexpot crawls to you on all fours, giggling, her eyes never leaving your crotch. She grabs hold of your thighs and starts <<if $penis is 1>>licking up the length of your cock<<elseif $penis is 0>>licking your pussy ferociously<<endif>>.<<set $horniness += Math.trunc($brainDrain / 2)>> <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>Oh, @@.pink;like@@, crap, you're already getting @@.pink;super@@ horny!<<endif>> Go and get yourself out of this, while you still can! <<if $neckclamp is 0>>[[Neck|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Dun Goofed Again][$neckclamp = 1]] <<endif>>[[Left Hand|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Escaped Finally!]] <<if $righthandclamp is 0>>[[Right Hand|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Dun Goofed Again][$righthandclamp = 1]] <<endif>><<if $leftfootclamp is 0>>[[Left Foot|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Dun Goofed Again][$leftfootclamp = 1]] <<endif>><<if $rightfootclamp is 0>>[[Right Foot|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Dun Goofed Again][$rightfootclamp = 1]] <<endif>>

You're free! Well, it's not quite that simple. You tug and tear with your left arm, trying to get some space. It seems futile at first, but you don't let up. Again and again, you tear your shoulder forward and back, turning your wrist accordingly. After two minutes of exhausting fights with the strap, you can tell with certainty it came loose a bit. With renewed vigor, you ignore your crying lungs and power through, until after roughly five minutes of struggling, you see an open strap and a free wrist to your left. The rest of the way is a walk in the park, freeing your neck next gives your upper body enough mobility to reach your other arm, and now having two hands at your disposal, your legs are freed in no time at all. Hah, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> and her corporate fucks, always acting high and mighty, and this is the best they can do? Bring it on. In your celebration, and during your escape which involved a lot of clinking noises from the straps, you fail to hear a key turning in the lock of the door in front of you until the last moment. Out of instinct, you just run into the corner of the room that the door should block line of sight with whoever's unlocking it currently. @@.blue;"I heard you, and I saw you,"@@ a female voice says into the room, audibly annoyed. Crap, you must've made too much noise, or the door opened too soon. What do you do now? [[Sneak up to the door, slam into her and run somewhere safe.|Week 4, Day 1 - Run to Safety]] [[Wait to see what she does.|Week 4, Day 1 - Safety Inside]]

@@.blue;"This has worked out just marvelously, hasn't it?"@@ the trainer takes charge again. @@.blue;"Well, we're nearly done here, now you just have to untie yourself. Shouldn't be too hard, we've given you a lot of help. Appreciate it.@@ @@.lightblue;Fucktoy@@@@.blue;, go and take care of her."@@ @@.lightblue;"Yes, Mistress," Fucktoy@@ affirms. She scoots closer to you and starts teasing <<if $penis is 1>>the tip of your cock<<else>>your clit<<endif>>. <em>Shit</em>, that feels good! She's got talent. But you can't let that distract you. The trainer said you should escape? Fine, you're already partway there. Your neck is already free, and now that you've cleared your head a little have no problem wriggling your left hand out of its restraint. With one hand at your disposal, you're out of your bondage in no time, undoing the clasps becomes a cakewalk. Still though, @@.lightblue;Fucktoy@@'s impeccable technique has left you <<if $penis is 1>>craving some more blood in your brain, instead of elsewhere<<else>>a little hot and bothered<<endif>>. Once you're out, you fall over twice, but eventually manage to find your stability again. The slave caressing you a minute ago is now letting off, since you overcame your challenge. @@.blue;"Very impressive,"@@ the trainer starts up again, clearly not impressed, @@.blue;"that concludes your little task for today. Don't get cocky, the first day is the easiest. You have plenty more ahead of you. Of course, electing to fail is always an option, and provides a much more fulfilling reward... But that's for you to decide, I'll leave you to your well-deserved rest.@@ @@.lightblue;Fucktoy@@@@.blue;, heel."@@ The emasculated sex slave traipses over to her mistress, handing over her leash and returns to her @@.fetish;natural@@ position on all fours. Both of them take their leave. Fuck this day. Fuck it with a steel rod sideways. All this because you wanted the most information possible. And just thinking of @@.lightblue;Fuckto@@-- uuh, Philip that poor guy. He never had a chance. Not like you. Actually... Yeah. Hell yeah. You've got a chance, you do. It's been a rough start, but you'll make the most of it. YOU'LL MAKE THE-- zzzzzZZZ[[ZZZZZ|Week 4, Day 2 - Waking Up]]

Once you're right behind the door, you stand up and run through, shoving the girl right on her butt. Not looking back, you just run, and only hear a distant @@.blue;"...bitch"@@ from behind you. After a while of running, you notice that nobody seems to give chase though. That means you can think about where to spend the night, you consider while rubbing your eyes. All that tension and adrenaline is wearing off, and leaves you quite exhausted. That was a close call. You'll have to apply yourself more if you want to make it through to the end unscathed. You figure you probably avoided any harm today though, and that's a relief at least. Not too far from the room, you find a little nook that you think could be an effective place to hide and rest. It's not exactly comfortable, but [[it'll do for the night.|Week 4, Day 2 - Waking Up Elsewhere]]

After about a minute of terror, the door shuts again, and you breathe out audibly. Just then you hear a key turning in the door. Reflexively, you jump up to grab the handle, but think better of it in the last second. You're locked in here now, but yanking the door open would put you face-to-face with whoever's just been here. Why did she just go away though? Anyway, having the door locked also means that anybody who wants to get in would have to announce himself by unlocking it, which puts you a little at ease. But it also leaves you alone in this room, with nothing to do. Having stared at the rack for so long, you noticed that its legs were uneven, so you scoot over there to rock it a little bit, just to pass the time. It proves difficult however, the rack stands firmly on the ground, not budging to your playful pushes. You could swear you saw one leg of it ending a few centimetres above ground. Kneeling down, you take a look. Luckily, you haven't gone crazy yet, that leg really doesn't come down all the way to the floor. To make up for it, a silver key is lodged between the ground and the metal stand, which you didn't see before! Can never have enough keys... Having no other pocket than your cleavage, that's where the key goes. And you can finally rock the rack back and forth now!<<set $key1 = 1>> Having found adequate entertainment for the rest of the day, you do get sleepy relatively early -- well, you think so, there's no windows in this damned place -- and just [[drop on the spot.|Week 4, Day 2 - Waking Up]]

<<set $date = "Week 4, Tuesday">>You really needed that rest, but sweet baby Jesus, does your back hurt now. Standing up like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, you note that at least you weren't harassed during the night. Knowing the devious tricks of the people who brought you here, you quickly check your body for any devices or suspicious articles of clothing, especially around your neck. Fortunately, you can't fi-- @@.cyan;"AAAAAHH--"@@ you squeal like a little girl. A calm woman in a French Maid costume stands in front of you, looking embarrassed and apologetic. She wears a "<strong>M A I D</strong>" choker around her neck. @@.blue;"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to startle you,"@@ she begins. You take on a fighting stance that, given your current body, looks a bit silly. @@.blue;"Don't worry, I'm not your adversary."@@ Oh good, let's go for a cup of coffee then! You're not breaking your alertness. As if you'd fall for that one. @@.blue;"I see. Well, I'd probably be suspicious if I were you as well. But Mistress@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> @@.blue;has specifically instructed me not to sodomise you, however strong my craving to do so might get."@@ W-Was that a compliment? @@.blue;"Anyway,"@@ she turns around, @@.blue;"she also instructed me to present an offering."@@ She's still fiddling with something, which gives you time to ponder how absolutely suspicious this all is. Especially given the fact that this bombshell maid is currently bent over at the waist, and her rear completely exposed to you... @@.blue;"Here,"@@ she says as she turns back to face you. Startled, you jump a step backwards, hitting the back of your head against the wall and shuffling off to the side, panicked. Resting on the maid's arms is a silver platter, which holds an impeccably, beautifully presented choker. It reads @@.big;<center>F E T I S H S L U T</center>@@ in the usual rhinestone setup. Against your expectations, the maid isn't trying to wrestle you to the floor to get you to wear this @@.pink;lovely, @@@@.azure;gorgeous, @@@@.gold;elegant@@ piece of jewelry. Trying to figure her out, you try to ask an unrelated question, to see how she reacts. @@.cyan;"What's your name?"@@ you want to know. She looks surprised, but not panicked or off-guard. @@.blue;"Excuse that faux-pas, I forgot to introduce myself while you were calming down. My name is Marie."@@ That's a level-headed and normal way of explaining herself. You'd say "perhaps a little too normal", if it didn't sound so clichÃ©. Your impression is that this girl is telling the truth. It does make sense that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> would want to mess with you like this. Dangling a choker in front of you, it's obvious you wouldn't take it. So if you do, and subvert her expectations, could there be a reward down the line? Then again, it could be a double bluff. She could anticipate you thinking that and it's just a plain choker. What's more, you'd have thrown yourself into it of your own volition, the maid hasn't even enticed or tempted you to put it on in any way. You don't want to imagine <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s gloating if you do. Do you, though?<<if $horniness gte 5>> You wish it were as easy as making a choice. Your loins are sore from having so much blood pumped through them for the last twelve hours, which also means there's little circulation in your brain. Hmmmph, it's tough to resist the sparkly, pretty jewelry in front of you. @@.blue;Marie@@ reads you and speaks up. @@.blue;"You know, chokers are exceptional at relieving pressure. The way they wrap around your neck, enclosing it tightly... <em>Aaah</em>, I can hardly go an hour without touching it, the way it compresses my throat and offers me to the world."@@ Throughout all that, she doesn't make a single move towards you, just presents her buckling, shaking knees and quivering sex to you, a sentiment you can relate to all too well. She's just trying to tempt you! Resist! Again, you wish it were that easy. Still, focussing your attention, you think you can resist the choker this time. How it will look tomorrow or at the next trap you'll encounter... That's a whole different story. Make a call.<<endif>> [[Put on the choker.|Week 4, Day 2 - Embrace It]] [[Refuse the choker.|Week 4, Day 2 - Deny It]]

How unlucky do you have to be? Or maybe you're missing something? You can't believe it, but you are pulling and tugging like crazy and you can't-- oooh, <em>OOOOOHH</em> that feels so good! @@.pink;Go on, Jodie, right there, hmmmmmmmm.@@ For half a minute, you're just hanging there with a blank expression and a wet sex. <strong>Snap yourself out of it!</strong> <<set $horniness += Math.trunc($brainDrain / 2)>> It's a 50/50 chance now. There aren't many cards left in your hand; it's a matter of luck, but you still have to try your best. <<if $neckclamp is 0>>[[Neck|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, WHAT ARE YOU DOING][$neckclamp = 1]] <<endif>>[[Left Hand|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, Took Your Sweet Time]] <<if $righthandclamp is 0>>[[Right Hand|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, WHAT ARE YOU DOING][$righthandclamp = 1]] <<endif>><<if $leftfootclamp is 0>>[[Left Foot|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, WHAT ARE YOU DOING][$leftfootclamp = 1]] <<endif>><<if $rightfootclamp is 0>>[[Right Foot|Week 4, Day 1 - The Great Escape, WHAT ARE YOU DOING][$rightfootclamp = 1]] <<endif>>

Yes, yes you can feel something! The strap on your left hand is slowly giving. Pulling on it more firmly now, you have your left hand back at your disposal after a minute of struggles @@.pink;and distractions@@. With one hand free, you now alternate between @@.pink;reluctantly@@ pushing Jodie away and freeing your neck, then your right hand. At that point, you're mobile enough to permanently keep Jodie at a distance and are soon freed from your shackles altogether. Suddenly, the mistress speaks up. @@.blue;"Heel, Jodie."@@ With a frown on her face, Jodie complies, and returns to her owner, who addresses you next. @@.blue;"Not the best I saw, but well done. If you want to get through the week, you'll have to do much better than that though. It's a start at least, you completed your first challenge. Congratulations, and goodbye. Hope to see you fail your next one."@@ Before you can reply, she and Jodie take their leave. Not wanting to stay in this room any longer, you finally make some progress before being stuck in here with another trap. It doesn't take long until the adrenaline fades and your endurance wavers though. You've had a stressful time, and perhaps the sedative still hasn't completely left your body. Not too far from the room, you find a little nook that you think could be an effective place to hide and rest. It's not exactly comfortable, but [[it'll do for the night.|Week 4, Day 2 - Waking Up Elsewhere]]

Even more pulling and tugging, and for what? For absolutely nothing! You're almost crying now, giving off a pathetic, feminine squeal while trying to work your limb free unsuccessfully. This restraint is as tight as they come, and you won't change anything about that. There's something liberating in this realisation though, as ironic as it could sound that certain bondage is an act of liberation. Now that you've had as much bad luck as you could imagine, you at least feel like giving up and enjoying the wet tongue that's caressing you down below. And why shouldn't you? You're not wearing a choker, so for once you can just enjoy the depravity of it and give yourself to the pleasure. Instead of rocking your limbs, you're now pushing your hips forward and back in rhythm, enhancing the pleasure flowing through your veins. Letting go of any inhibitions, and having hung here for a while now under the capable lips of Jodie, it doesn't take long before you shoot your load <<if $superheroFetish is 0>>between them<<else>>into your panties<<endif>>.<<set $loads += 1>> She seems surprised, tearing her eyes wide open when the juices race into her mouth, but she takes it like a champ. In no time at all, her stomach is filled with <em>you</em>. Like her mistress predicted, Jodie totally breaks down after having gotten her daily fill, falls onto her back and just lies on the floor, occasionally sighing contentedly. Speaking of her mistress, she starts approaching you. @@.blue;"An exciting sight to be sure, but what a poor performance on your part. I'm afraid you failed this challenge,"@@ she announces while undoing your restraints. @@.blue;"Your punishment may not be immediately apparent, but you'll see."@@ She follows up that comment with a knowing, conspiratorial smile. Once you're free, you rub your wrists a little, while the mistress attaches a leash to Jodie's leather collar. Huh, you hadn't noticed it before. It looks very finely made, with a heavy metal buckle. It seems oddly familiar to you and the vague memory arouses you slightly, so soon after your orgasm.<<set $horniness += 1>> With that, you're alone again, the mistress giving you a pat on your still sensitive <<if $penis is 1>>cock<<elseif $penis is 0>>clit<<endif>> on her way out. Bitch, you're walking after her, but as soon as you're out the door, you absolutely can't find her again. There's only a hallway, from left to right, until both ends turn a corner, but they're too far away for her to get there, especially with her slow pet. Anyway, might as well make some progress. It doesn't take long until the adrenaline fades and your endurance wavers though. You've had a stressful time, and perhaps the sedative still hasn't completely left your body. Not too far from the room, you find a little nook that you think could be an effective place to hide and rest. It's not exactly comfortable, but [[it'll do for the night.|Week 4, Day 2 - Waking Up Elsewhere]]

Yes, yes you can feel something! The strap on your left hand is slowly giving. Pulling on it more firmly now, you have your left hand back at your disposal after a minute of struggles @@.pink;and distractions@@. With one hand free, you now alternate between @@.pink;reluctantly@@ pushing Jodie away and freeing your neck, then your right hand. At that point, you're mobile enough to permanently keep Jodie at a distance and are soon freed from your shackles altogether. Suddenly, the mistress speaks up. @@.blue;"Heel, Jodie."@@ With a frown on her face, Jodie complies, and returns to her owner, who addresses you next. @@.blue;"Not the best I saw, but well done. If you want to get through the week, you'll have to do much better than that though. It's a start at least, you completed your first challenge. Congratulations, and goodbye. Hope to see you fail your next one."@@ Before you can reply, she and Jodie take their leave. @@.pink;No... Please come back, I'm so fucking... uuuugghh.@@ Not wanting to stay in this room any longer, you finally make some progress before being stuck in here with another trap. It doesn't take long until the adrenaline fades and your endurance waves. You've had a stressful time, and perhaps the sedative still hasn't completely left your body. Not too far from the room, you find a little nook that you think could be an effective place to hide and rest. It's not exactly comfortable, but [[it'll do for the night.|Week 4, Day 2 - Waking Up Elsewhere]]

<<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<set $fetishStats = 1>><<set $week4Stats = 0>><<if $horniness gte 4>><<set $horniness -= 4>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<set $perversion = 1>>You're not sure what brought you to make this call, this early. Curiosity, adventure, risk, cunning -- possibly sheer naivetÃ©. Perhaps even longing? Any of these could have been the cause, but the effect remains the same. You hesitantly lift the choker off the platter, letting the rhinestones run through your fingers. Feeling that luxurious, elegant material. Being afraid, excited, nervous at the implications you know this normally unconspicuous necklace has. Not long into your inner struggle, a voice interrupts your thoughts and hesitations. @@.blue;"Allow me," Marie@@ says, snatching the choker before you can stop her. When did she get behind you? Before you can ponder that question at length, your very much shrunken throat is being further constrained, until a final *click* can be heard. @@.blue;"In the name of Mistress@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ @@.blue;I bestow this gift upon you."@@ And with that, it is over. You thought you could wear the choker on your own terms... Now you're under your adversary's spell for another week. And she named @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ as the owner too, that's weird. Your considerations still hold true; it may just make your struggles here easier, if she's trying to play mind games with you.<<if $loads gte 2>> At least that's your first thought, but you're set into convulsions that you can't explain, and see the choker glow in your peripheral view. Looking at @@.blue;Marie@@ she just smiles at you, dark and ominous, and evidently pleased with herself. @@.blue;"You didn't really think your previous sexual transgressions in the facility would just be forgotten? That we'd just let you relieve pressure whenever you felt like it? Unlikely. No, we monitored how often you orgasmed, and adjusted the choker accordingly. That's what you get for playing coy."@@ You suppose she speaks the truth... it really feels like the choker is exerting its influence, but it feels unique since it's happening after the act, and thus you can concentrate on it more. You definitely feel switches being flipped in your head. Whoever it is that's getting back on her feet, it's not the same person that was sleeping just minutes earlier.<<set $perversion += Math.trunc($loads / 2)>><<endif>> @@.blue;Marie@@ grabs you by the neck, turns you around, and sensuously kisses you on your lips. @@.blue;"You made the right choice,"@@ she smiles at you. You're not quite sure what that was about, and you're not quite sure whether you want to admit that you liked it. At the very least you feel your groin calm down, having gotten exactly what it wanted. Well, one of two things it wanted, anyway. @@.blue;"Oh, and please, I'm begging you; do your best at the maid trial. It gets so lonely here, I'd love to get a lovely serv-- colleague like you,"@@ she finishes. That sure was a chaotic [[start to the day|Week 4, Day 2 - Onto New Challenges]], very much reminiscent of yesterday's sudden bondage play.

What, does she think you're crazy? "Sure, please enslave me here and now, all this relative freedom over my actions in this prison is suffocating me!" Please... <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Listen, I- gone three weeks with that thing, I- all too grate-ul -or a -reak. I su-ose you can't hel- -ut ask -e to do it, -ut I actually -ind it unner-ing and aggra-ating that you would."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Listen, I've gone three weeks with that thing, I'm all too grateful for a break. I suppose you can't help but ask me to do it, but I actually find it quite unnerving and aggravating that you would."@@<<endif>> She apparently doesn't take that too well, losing her composure for the first time. @@.blue;"Oooh, tough girl are we? Three <em>whole</em> weeks? I absolutely <em>cannot</em> imagine how that must feel,"@@ she quips. Right there, she catches herself losing her cool and starts to blush bright red. @@.blue;"I... uh. Sorry about that. What I meant to say is that you're not alone, and that it may just be a matter of perspective. There's joy in servitude, you know? Perhaps you would like to hear more?"@@ You most certainly <em>don't</em> and you're retroactively even happier for not having picked the choker. Resolve strengthened, you're glad that [[this day starts off|Week 4, Day 2 - Onto New Challenges]] a little less crazy than yesterday had ended.

You prod @@.blue;Marie@@ for a short while longer, and she actually turns out useful. She gives you a few directions, some pointers where to go next. You figure she'll serve as your guide, to make sure you don't stray off the intended path. Of course, that also means she's one of the potential people to lead you into traps, so it's probably best to tread carefully wherever you go. Doing exactly that, you're faced with a trek of decent length, walking through hallways most of the time. When it isn't "most of the time", you usually see walls of glass, shielding you from and at the same time displaying to you what goes on behind them. All of it can be summarised as grotesque experiments; behind one windowfront you see "women", sporting massive breasts squeezed into... devices. It looks like battery cages -- just not for chickens -- the women are arranged in line as if in a factory. Gas masks are affixed to their faces, clearly visible puffs of smoke exitting at the very edges. The devices they're strapped into are clearly pumping away at their breasts, and the containers in the bottom all filled with a milky liquid. Another room is much less absurd, but wicked all the same. Men wearing chokers are basically suspended in the air by their limbs, held by metal arms. Same as you just saw in the "cow stable", there are test subjects as far as your eye can see, the room spanning much further than the windows do. All of them are getting one hole or another pounded, and progressively feminised as they are slowly transported ever further to the left.<<if $payments gte 4>> It reminds you a lot of @@.lightblue;Fucktoy@@, getting transformed into complete womanhood -- and slavery -- right in front of you...<<endif>> None of them are as "lucky" as you are, to get a chance at resisting. <<if $brainDrain lt 4 and $addiction lt 5 and $obedience lt 4>>And what's worse, if you fall, countless people will fall with you. You figure you've been a test at decentralising the operation. If you are successfully brought into servitude, their activities would no longer require to take place in this facility alone. They could simply spread out all over the country and gain slaves everywhere. Spreading out wide, only converting one person at a time, they'd have somebody everywhere, while they have time to prepare something bigger... It's just speculation on your part, but you can figure out this much.<<endif>> Anyway, you shouldn't fret so much about what could happen to other people. Your fate is their fate. If you can make it through this, there may just be hope for them as well. You're met with a choice regardless, so the decision to focus again isn't really yours to make. A door. @@.blue;Marie@@ didn't mention there would be one. It says "Storage". Storage of traps? Storage of chokers? Storage of big, strong hunks<<if $addiction gte 5>>, @@.azure;with full, heavy testicles...@@<<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>>-- alright stop it! You hold your ear against it, and it seems quiet. At least you can rule out any loud machinery or assailants. It might still be dangerous, traps rarely announce themselves. Do you want to open the door? <<if $key1 is 1>>[[Grab the handle and push it down.|Week 4, Day 2 - Open The Door]] You can still look in and back out if you want, but if somebody's behind that door, you're fucked (probably literally).\ <<elseif $key1 is 0>>[[Grab the handle and push it down.|Week 4, Day 2 - Locked Door]] You can still look in and back out if you want, but if somebody's behind that door, you're fucked (probably literally).<<endif>> [[Back off and continue on your way.|Week 4, Day 2 - No Trap For You]]

The door opens inwards and... nothing and nobody jumps you. The room's devoid of life, no people or animals inside as far as you can see. That's a good start. What's more, the room actually does look a lot like storage. Shelves with things, floors with things, corners with things. Of course, the door hides a fair chunk of the room, hmmm... That's pretty simple actually. You close the door a little and then give it a hefty kick, making it open wildly. For now, no exclamations of "ouch!" or "bitch!" can be heard, which is relieving. Still, traps say neither "ouch", nor "bitch", so ultimately, you still have to decide whether you want to take the risk of entering. Considering all the technology that The Corp is developing and applying, you doubt motion sensors and pressure plates are beyond their capabilities. Do you step inside, or do you back out and go on with your day? [[Step inside.|Week 4, Day 2 - Get On The Floor]] [[Back out.|Week 4, Day 2 - No Trap For You]]

You decide you'll leave the door alone, and would rather go on with your day, not wasting any time. Well, <<if $bimbo is 1>>[[go right ahead,|Week 4, Day 2 - Contraceptives Bonnie]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>[[go right ahead,|Week 4, Day 2 - Contraceptives Bunny]]<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>[[go right ahead,|Week 4, Day 2 - Contraceptives Bridget]]<<endif>> the hallway is pretty long.

<<set $lube = 1>>Maybe you've exaggerated your bravery a little, you feel a little apprehensive about going in there. First of all, you stretch your leg a little and tap the floor before you for any sort of switches. No suspicious plates can be found, which offers some early relief. Next, you try to get as many angles as possible on the room, looking in every direction the door doesn't hide. Again, no danger makes itself known. What you can do from this position is now very limited, and the next step has to be to actually go inside. Since you're definitely not mindlessly meandering in there, you take two quick steps and throw the door near-closed to get an immediate look at what's behind. Which is nothing. Wow, that was a whole lot of build-up for essentially an empty room. Who can blame you though, after all the traps you'd run into these past weeks. Better safe than sorry. Unsure how you missed it the first time one item has a bright yellow sticky note glued to it. The object in question is... a bottle of lube. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Remember this one? I hope we get to use it again... You sure could use it. Love Bonnie"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Gee, do you remember when I made your boypussy all red and sore with this lube? That was soooo fun. XOXO Bunny"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"This brings back delightful memories. Perhaps you feel like reliving them once or twice. Think of me when you do. Love Bridget"@@<<endif>> Lube... What good is that going to do you?<<if $obedience gte 5>> @@.gold;You prefer them going in dry anyway...@@<<endif>> Actually, if you think about it, quite a lot of good. You don't want to imagine the kinds of "challenges" still awaiting you, but you <em>do</em> imagine lubrication might play an important role during one of them. But why a note from <em>her</em> of all people? You'll regard the lube with healthy skepticism for now, but just carrying around won't do anything. Might as well be prepared for any situation. <<if $bimbo is 1>>[[Let's get on with the rest of the day then.|Week 4, Day 2 - Contraceptives Bonnie]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>[[Let's get on with the rest of the day then.|Week 4, Day 2 - Contraceptives Bunny]]<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>[[Let's get on with the rest of the day then.|Week 4, Day 2 - Contraceptives Bridget]]<<endif>>

Well, this is awkward. Here you were, brave and fearless, trying to open the door that holds unknown dangers behind it, and it's locked. Patting your naked body and no keys magically dropping out of your cleavage, you have no choice but to [[move on with your day.|Week 4, Day 2 - No Trap For You]]

Not making a big fuss, you head on and power through. This path is tiring, why do you have to walk for so long? At some point, you're getting outright paranoid, fearing a trap behind every corner, and being wrong every time. Eventually, after witnessing many more horrible fates in various specialised rooms and experiencing plenty more jumpscares by empty corridors and scary expectations, you come upon the next challenge room. It's really unremarkable, quite similar to the room you woke up in, except it's even <em>less</em> remarkable than that. All that's in the room is a pretty tall box, but it doesn't even do anything, nor look like anything. So how do you know that you're in the next challenge room? Right in front of the doorway leading into here is a bright neon sign saying "CHALLENGE!". Subtle. Then again, you never would have guessed just from the layout, so maybe you should be more grateful that the sign's there. <<if $payments gte 2>>Now that you think a little more about the sight before you... didn't one of @@.lucas;Lucas@@' pointers say something about a large, inconspicuous box? This would absolutely fit the bill, and you don't think that's coincidence. You remember it talking about mechanical, motorised dildos among other things. Perhaps [[closer inspection|Week 4, Day 2 - Fucking Machine (Clue)]] is in order.\ \ <<else>>Even after waiting a while, nothing happens though. Is this the "patience" challenge? Nothing seems to happen, nobody's coming up behind you, nothing's moving in the room, only the neon light's oscillating shimmer is creating some life in the eerily quiet atmosphere. There's really only one thing in the room besides the lamp, so maybe you're suppsed to [[check it out.|Week 4, Day 2 - Fucking Machine (No Clue)]]<<endif>> You also have the option to [[use an item.|Week 4, Day 2 - Item Use]]

Yeah, yeah... it's subtle, <em>really</em>, but now that you know where to look, you can find tiny seams where the box probably opens to reveal the dildo shaft. This has been finely crafted to avoid suspicion, how clever. Still, nothing will happen as long as you don't "pass the challenge", so you'll have to trigger it, sadly. That shouldn't be too hard if you pay attention. You know that one side of the box will open up and start fucking you from behind, while the wall it's facing will reveal another dildo. It's likely motion-activated, so that the machines will start appearing after you've stood in front of them for a given amount of time, which you'd avoided until now. If you just stay on your toes, it shouldn't be too dangerous. It's a primitive machine from what you heard and what you can see. So you muster your courage and stand before the box where you saw the tiny grooves, twisting your head back and forth between the box and the wall, to see which one opens first, right at the moment that it opens. First comes the box. Fortunately, its opening mechanism is loud enough that you may have missed it unprepared, but knowing it's going to open, you jump out of the way quickly. The dildo hits one of your butt cheeks and bumps you into the wall, but there's no effect beyond a minor bruise and some embarrassment. Adding to the embarrassment is the observation that after two more thrusts, the dildo disappears in the box again. Hmm, must be more sensors, apparently it noticed that it's not actually fucking anything. They're clever, they prepared for you finding a way to outsmart it! <<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>Which means, umm..., well, @@.pink;looks like I'll have to get fucked then!@@ Yeah, crap, you'd hoped to make use of the clue you purchased here, but looks like it was useless. You'll have a stern talk with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ after @@.pink;you've got yourself impaled on rubber cock@@. Getting into position, doing your best to line up your rear with the box' opening<<if $superheroFetish is 1>> and pushing your panties to the side<<endif>>, you feel your sphincter clench in anticipation.<<if $lubeused2 is 1>> Good thing you used some lube on it, that'll surely come in handy now.<<endif>><<if $asslube is 1>> Luckily, you're asshole lubricates on its own. @@.pink;What a useful modification! How did you live without it?@@<<endif>> Grabbing your ass cheeks, you spread them wide to allow for easier entry. Entry does come easy as the door behind you opens and <em>your</em> backdoor gets penetrated by the fleshy cock. A loud moan escapes your lips as your deepest needs are being tended to. For now, you still have some of your brains left, so you know the front dildo is still coming up, so you prepare yourself accordingly. Indeed, your mouth is expertly shaped to invite cock in, and takes the rubber phallus with practiced grace. Feeling the @@.pink;fog@@ set in -- what for, you're having the time of your life already -- you know you can let go and enjoy. Long before your skull is shrouded by the mysterious force permanently implanted into you, you're just hanging there. Not a muscle in your body has any tension in it, you absolutely revel in the sensations of having the cocks give you stability. They're your spine, your backbone, your @@.pink;essence@@. <<set $horniness += 3>>And they're hitting deep enough to touch some of your essence too. Honestly, out of all the @@.pink;many@@ dicks you took, none of them demanded this much of your body. However, since your physiology has been finely crafted for the purpose of becoming a @@.pink;cock receptacle@@, it relishes the challenge and performs at its best, which your loud, eardrum-piercing moans and respectably large drool puddle attest to.<<if $asslube is 1 or $lubeused2 is 1>><<set $horniness -= 2>> Even with your most pliable body, you're grateful for your ass having had some wetness to it before the actual penetration, despite knowing the @@.pink;fog@@ would take care of you. It relieves some soreness, to be sure.<<endif>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $loads += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>> With the special modification to your throat, it's hard not to enjoy the cock nearly penetrating you far enough to be affected by your digestive tract. Oh, oh, <em>ooooooooouuuuuurgghhhh...</em> you sputter and drool around the dick in your mouth as your <<if $penis is 1>>cock<<else>>pussy<<endif>> starts drooling too... the whole floor between the box and the wall is coated in your juices, and you feel so utterly satisfied you almost fall unconscious.<<endif>> You can feel the dildos speed up considerably... Oh @@.pink;no@@, they're approaching the finish line! After they reached their top speed, they get very slow and honour you with some long, deep thrusts to say goodbye. They pull out of you, and with @@.pink;your new spine@@ gone, you simply flop to the floor heavily. Did you get any bruises? Who cares, you sure don't feel anything except @@.pink;fun, fun, <em>fun</em>@@. This was a good day, to be sure. What's more, from your lying position, you can see a doorway opening up. You won the challenge. @@.pink;So this is what victory feels like...@@ Slowly, you come off your sex trance. Beside your persistent moans, another sound enters the room, a quiet *clink*. Turning around once more, you see a key on the floor and pocket it quickly.<<set $key2 = 1>> Taking a few minutes to steel yourself and refocus your attention, you [[walk through the hallway|Week 4, Day 2 - What Lies Ahead]], mentally prepared for what may lie ahead.\ \ <<elseif $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>But you won't give up so easily. No, instead you stand in front of the box again, waiting for the dildo to come out another time. Predictably, it does, but before it can retreat back in and the door can close, you grip the rubber dick tightly while it pistons back and forth. For now, it looks like it keeps that up! At least last time, it already pulled back by now. Just a few seconds later another panel open from the direction the dildo is pointing at, and another joins the fray, just like your intel predicted. Before your chance passes, you grab that one too, keeping both tightly gripped to simulate you getting fucked right now. Damn, that was easy. @@.gold;Just like you...@@ Jesus, not now. Yes now. Right now. Right now, all those memories are coming back. Memories of @@.gold;kneeling, submitting@@. Of having your body become the toy of somebody else. Maybe that somebody's watching you... oh, that thought would only make it better. You can feel your grip on the dildos loosening. Your sphincter never lost its grip, did it? Maybe you could try... maybe just for one thrust? Yeah, you'll do one thrust in your butt, that should calm you down enough, then you can finish the challenge normally. Not yet letting go of the rubber cock, you use your hand to line up your butt with it <<if $superheroFetish is 1>> after pushing your panties to the side<<endif>>, slowly lowering your hips, until the first thrust catches you. @@.gold;Hmm... finally.@@ That takes care of that. Oof, <em>yeah</em>, you really needed this. Your ass was basically crying out back there, but that job has been delegated to you now. While you were settling in nicely, the upper pole has served mostly for keeping your balance. Well, now that your ass is receiving a @@.gold;marvelous@@ pounding, it would be a waste to ignore the machine above you. @@.gold;Yes, what a waste. Better put it to good use.@@ Honouring your own advice to yourself, you take care not hitting your head and bring it right in front of the undulating rubber dick. Merrily anticipating the upcoming depravity, you open your mouth wide, let your tongue loll and inch forward with your head. As more and more cock enters your mouth, you notice how much you'd been salivating already. @@.gold;Your body knows how much you want it...@@<<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $loads += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>> With the special modification to your throat, it's hard not to enjoy the cock nearly penetrating you far enough to be affected by your digestive tract. Oh, oh, <em>ooooooooouuuuuurgghhhh...</em> you sputter and drool around the dick in your mouth as your <<if $penis is 1>>cock<<else>>pussy<<endif>> starts drooling too... the whole floor between the box and the wall is coated in your juices, and you feel so utterly satisfied you almost fall unconscious.<<endif>> <<if $lubeused2 is 0 and $asslube is 0>><<set $horniness += 3>>Your ass doesn't have the same fortune. Neither natural nor artificial lubricant pleasant, it gets pretty sore, which only serves to turn you on even more. If only there were something to relieve this pressure!<<else>><<set $horniness += 1>><<if $lubeused2 is 1>>You definitely rejoice at your decision to lube up. Though you've only just received that first helpful item, it already turned out useful. No doubt, you're still working up quite a need in your loins... but you wouldn't want to imagine how you'd feel without the extra lubrication.<<elseif $asslube is 1>>Fortunately, you are blessed with lubrication down below just the same. You really ought to thank Frankie for that modification. @@.gold;You can do that by making use of it more often.@@<<endif>><<endif>> You can feel the dildos speed up considerably... Oh @@.gold;no@@, they're approaching the finish line! After they reached their top speed, they get very slow and honour you with some long, deep thrusts to say goodbye. They pull out of you, and with @@.gold;your rubber friends@@ gone, you simply flop to the floor heavily. Did you get any bruises? Who cares, you sure don't feel anything except the distinct @@.gold;longing to serve@@. This was a good day, to be sure. What's more, from your lying position, you can see a doorway opening up. You won the challenge. @@.gold;So this is what victory feels like...@@ Slowly, you come off your sex trance. Beside your persistent moans, another sound enters the room, a quiet *clink*. Turning around once more, you see a key on the floor and pocket it quickly.<<set $key2 = 1>> Taking a few minutes to steel yourself and refocus your attention, you [[walk through the hallway|Week 4, Day 2 - What Lies Ahead]], mentally prepared for what may lie ahead.\ \ <<else>>But you won't give up so easily. No, instead you stand in front of the box again, waiting for the dildo to come out another time. Predictably, it does, but before it can retreat back in and the door can close, you grip the rubber dick tightly while it pistons back and forth. For now, it looks like it keeps that up! At least last time, it already pulled back by now. Just a few seconds later another panel open from the direction the dildo is pointing at, and another joins the fray, just like your intel predicted. Before your chance passes, you grab that one too, keeping both tightly gripped to simulate you getting fucked right now. Damn, that was easy. Surely, it can't be this easy? It won't be this easy? That's really for you to decide, isn't it? You still have the chance of going in for a ride. [[Take that ride.|Week 4, Day 2 - Taking the Ride]] [[Continuing the easy way.|Week 4, Day 2 - Not Mighty Thirsty]]<<endif>>

It's quite remarkable, how unremarkable this room is. <<if $brainDrain lte 3>>You still have your mental faculties about you, and are quite proud of them, so you decide to put them to good use. It would be simply ridiculous if this room really was as empty as it first appeared. First, you examine the box, the major suspicious object here. As a precaution, you stand slightly to the side of it, to avoid getting caught by any surprise trap ejecting from the front. Indeed, your efforts at investigation are rewarded; you can make out slight grooves on the box' front. Clearly, something is hidden inside, and you doubt it's candy. Now, you've built a solid basis not to get caught by the trap. However, you don't get out of the room at this stage, it appears you have to set it off at least. How do you go about that? Hmm, you have to trigger it somehow. That shouldn't be too hard if you pay attention. You know that one side of the box will open up. It's likely motion-activated, so that some sort of machine will start appearing after you've stood in front of them for a given amount of time, which you'd avoided until now. If you just stay on your toes, it shouldn't be too dangerous. It's probably not too complex of a machine. So you muster your courage and stand before the box where you saw the tiny grooves, twisting your head back and forth between the box and the wall, to see which one opens first, right at the moment that it opens. First comes the box. Fortunately, its opening mechanism is loud enough that you may have missed it unprepared, but knowing it's going to open, you jump out of the way quickly. Judging by the shape of it, a dildo hits one of your butt cheeks and bumps you into the wall, but there's no effect beyond a minor bruise and some embarrassment. Adding to the embarrassment is the observation that after two more thrusts, the dildo disappears in the box again. Hmm, must be more sensors, apparently it noticed that it's not actually fucking anything. They're clever, they prepared for you finding a way to outsmart it! /*BD 3 or lower but Obedience Fucks You*/<<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>But you won't give up so easily. No, instead you stand in front of the box again, waiting for the dildo to come out another time. Predictably, it does, but before it can retreat back in and the door can close, you grip the rubber dick tightly while it pistons back and forth. For now, it looks like it keeps that up! At least last time, it already pulled back by now. Just a few seconds later another panel open from the direction the dildo is pointing at, and another joins the fray. Before your chance passes, you grab that one too, keeping both tightly gripped to simulate you getting fucked right now. Damn, that was easy. @@.gold;Just like you...@@ Jesus, not now. Yes now. Right now. Right now, all those memories are coming back. Memories of @@.gold;kneeling, submitting@@. Of having your body become the toy of somebody else. Maybe that somebody's watching you... oh, that thought makes it so tempting. You can feel your grip on the dildos loosening. Your sphincter never lost its grip, did it? Maybe you could try... maybe just for one thrust? Yeah, you'll do one thrust in your butt, that should calm you down enough, then you can finish the challenge normally. Not yet letting go of the rubber cock, you use your hand to line up your butt with it<<if $superheroFetish is 1>> after pushing your panties to the side<<endif>>, slowly lowering your hips, until the first thrust catches you. @@.gold;Hmm... finally.@@ That takes care of that. Oof, <em>yeah</em>, you really needed this. Your ass was basically crying out back there, but that job has been delegated to you now. While you were settling in nicely, the upper pole has served mostly for keeping your balance. Well, now that your ass is receiving a @@.gold;marvelous@@ pounding, it would be a waste to ignore the machine above you. @@.gold;Yes, what a waste. Better put it to good use.@@ Honouring your own advice to yourself, you take care not hitting your head and bring it right in front of the undulating rubber dick. Merrily anticipating the upcoming depravity, you open your mouth wide, let your tongue loll and inch forward with your head. As more and more cock enters your mouth, you notice how much you'd been salivating already. @@.gold;Your body knows how much you want it...@@<<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $loads += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>> With the special modification to your throat, it's hard not to enjoy the cock nearly penetrating you far enough to be affected by your digestive tract. Oh, oh, <em>ooooooooouuuuuurgghhhh...</em> you sputter and drool around the dick in your mouth as your <<if $penis is 1>>cock<<else>>pussy<<endif>> starts drooling too... the whole floor between the box and the wall is coated in your juices, and you feel so utterly satisfied you almost fall unconscious.<<endif>> <<set $horniness += 3>><<if $lubeused2 is 0 and $asslube is 0>>Your ass doesn't have the same fortune. Neither natural nor artificial lubricant presant, it gets pretty sore, which only serves to turn you on even more. If only there were something to relieve this pressure!<<else>><<if $lubeused2 is 1>>You definitely rejoice at your decision to lube up. Though you've only just received that first helpful item, it already turned out useful. No doubt, you're still working up quite a need in your loins... but you wouldn't want to imagine how you'd feel without the extra lubrication.<<set $horniness -= 2>><<elseif $asslube is 1>>Fortunately, you are blessed with lubrication down below just the same. You really ought to thank Frankie for that modification. @@.gold;You can do that by making use of it more often.@@<<set $horniness -= 2>><<endif>><<endif>> You can feel the dildos speed up considerably... Oh @@.gold;no@@, they're approaching the finish line! After they reached their top speed, they get very slow and honour you with some long, deep thrusts to say goodbye. They pull out of you, and with @@.gold;your rubber friends@@ gone, you simply flop to the floor heavily. Did you get any bruises? Who cares, you sure don't feel anything except the distinct @@.gold;longing to serve@@. This was a good day, to be sure. What's more, from your lying position, you can see a doorway opening up. You won the challenge. @@.gold;So this is what victory feels like...@@\ \ /*BD 3 or lower and you're safe, get key*/<<else>><<set $key2 = 1>>But you won't give up so easily. No, instead you stand in front of the box again, waiting for the dildo to come out another time. Predictably, it does, but before it can retreat back in and the door can close, you grip the rubber dick tightly while it pistons back and forth. For now, it looks like it keeps that up! At least last time, it already pulled back by now. Just a few seconds later another panel open from the direction the dildo is pointing at, and another joins the fray, just like your intel predicted. Before your chance passes, you grab that one too, keeping both tightly gripped to simulate you getting fucked right now. Damn, that was easy. Surely, it can't be this easy? It won't be this easy? Or will it? It looks like it will, the dildos are currently retreating back into the box and wall respectively. Hopefully you haven't messed up. But hearing a rumbling from behind you, turning around, and seeing a doorway open itself up, you're fairly confident this has been a decent solution to your problem. Another sound enters the room, a quiet *clink*. Turning around once more, you see a key on the floor and pocket it quickly.<<endif>>\ \ /*YOU HAVE 4 OR MORE BRAIN DRAIN*/<<else>>Due to that fact, you pay special attention to every detail, but you have to surrender yourself to the fact that there's nothing here. Your eyes wander toward a spot on the wall... are there grooves there? Tearing you out of your observation is a strong prod against your butt, throwing you in the direction of the wall in front of you. Almost losing your balance, you stumble towards the wall and try to get your hands on it to rebalance yourself, leaning forward. Another sharp prod follows, and what do you know, it hit right past your sphincter. The thrusts are now very rhythmic and even, and it's clear to you that you've blindly run into the next trap, which now fucks your ass with mechanical precision. Before you can get used to the rhythm from behind, the suspicious panel you were eyeing a moment ago now reveals itself and slides down into the wall, a dildo on a metal rod appearing before you, presumably the same one you're ass is stuck on. The second one is as relentless as the first, and starts aiming for your mouth right away. Preferring to keep your teeth and not having them knocked out, you reluctantly allow the rubber cock entrance, allowing yourself to be spitroast by two undulating dildoes. Escape is now hardly an option, as you have to realise, since the cocks are piercing you so deeply you couldn't even get off one of them. The one in your ass is nearly stretching you wide enough to give birth out of your behind, while the one in your mouth is penetrating you so deeply, it's close to being digested. Given that your body was <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.fetish;built for this@@<<else>>@@.gold;built for this@@<<endif>>, you can take them both with practiced ease. <<if $throatclit is 1>>Granted, it's a challenge to overcome, but for you it's much more than that. Especially the dildo throatfucking you is quickly becoming your @@.azure;best friend@@. You thank the heavens and Jonathan for the modification they bestowed upon you, because your throatclit is currently working in overdrive. Your eyes roll back into your head and the sensations are so strong that you cum mere seconds after the @@.azure;love ritual@@--ordeal began. Oof, you needed that.<<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>\ <<else>>Even though you moved past your Cumslut phase, you're still an expert at taking dick in your mouth<<if $addiction gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>> @@.azure;and it's bringing back so many beautiful memories@@..<<endif>>. Despite your resistance, you can't deny this is all getting you quite worked up.<<set $horniness += 1>><<if $addiction gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>><<endif>> <<if $lubeused2 is 1>>You're lucky to have found the lube, and to apply it in preparation of today, or your ass would be burning already. The way it is now, you could probably go on for days<<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.gold;, oh wouldn't that be grand?@@--<<endif>> but you can't deny that it's getting you a bit... horny.\ <<elseif $asslube is 1>>Thank God for natural lubrication! Your sphincter is so constantly wet that you barely felt the dildo going in the first time. You love your new ass. @@.gold;You should use it more often!@@ Still, while it may not be painful, the feeling of getting assraped is getting your libido all riled up.<<else>>How you wish for some lubrication right now. Your sphincter is crying, <em>burning</em>! The rubber dildo entered you raw and you're feeling the effects. Not just the sharp pain, but also your libido crying for relief, desperate to offset the unpleasant sensation in your rear with more pleasant experiences of your genital.<<set $horniness += 2>><<endif>> As you hang there, suspended by the two cocks, you continuously have the spirit fucked out of you. At some point, you're barely standing yourself, your feet lifting up from the floor as you get rocked back and forth by the two dildoes that are now your foundation, your spine. It only makes the sensation more painful that they are about to finish, their fast, rhythmic thrusts turning into slow, forceful pushes that make you relinquish the last thoughts in your head until they retreat and leave you crashing to the floor. What a day.<<endif>> Taking a few minutes to steel yourself and refocus your attention, you [[walk through the hallway|Week 4, Day 2 - What Lies Ahead]], mentally more-or-less prepared for what may lie ahead.

Your items: <<if $lube is 1>>[[Lube|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day][$lubeused2 = 1, $lube = 0]] - Not quite sure how to use it, but you could apply lube to your holes to prepare yourself for anything that might happen. There should also be some left to spread over the rest of your body, just in case.<<else>><em>You don't have any items, you silly bitch!</em><<endif>> <<back>>

Another trap left behind. Phew, are you grateful that you've passed that challenge. You have to make it to the end, you just have to. The task now is making as much progress as possible. You have no idea how many traps there'll be in total... but the longer you dawdle, the more time you give them to prepare more. Besides, sleeping right in a hallway like this might be a bad idea, and there are few doors around, so this place might see a lot of traffic at times. Those few doors that you do find all get a firm tug, but they are locked most of the time<<if $key2 is 1>>, and your key doesn't work on them either<<endif>>. You're really confined to this hallway almost all the time, and it's quite frustrating. Nonetheless, you don't let up and continue checking every door you come across. Just as you are examining one, something startles you. @@.robert;"Miss me yet?"@@, <<if $robertStranger is 1>>[[a voice from behind you asks.|Week 4, Day 2 - Robert Has Returned (Stranger)]]<<elseif $robertAlly is 1>>[[a voice from behind you asks.|Week 4, Day 2 - Robert Has Returned (Ally)]]<<elseif $robertNeutral is 1>>[[a voice from behind you asks.|Week 4, Day 2 - Robert Has Returned (Neutral)]]<<elseif $robertEnemy is 1>>[[a voice from behind you asks.|Week 4, Day 2 - Robert Has Returned (Enemy)]]<<endif>>

<<if $brothel is 1 and $geisha is 0>>@@.robert;"If it isn't my favourite 'stranger'. You still don't remember me, I take it?"@@ he wants to know. Well, you know him from the brothel, but... other than that, you still draw a blank. You can't do anything but shake your head.<<else>>@@.robert;"If it isn't my favourite fucktoy. Miss me yet?"@@<<endif>> <<if $robertAlly is 1>>He's visibly disappointed. @@.robert;"That's a real pity, I thought there may be hope for both of us. I still know who you are though, so that's something. It's enough. Listen, I was wandering through the complex earlier and stumbled across some of their plans, at least I think that's what I saw."@@ <<if $penis is 1>>@@.robert;"There'll be a rather eye-catching trap waiting for you next. It's like a climbing wall that you have to use to cross a large chasm. What awaits you on the bottom of said cliff, I don't know. But I do know that the fifth... stepping stone will retract and you'll fall to your certain doom, whatever that is. Be prepared for it."@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>He regards you oddly, his gaze seemingly directed towards your crotch. @@.robert;"I see you've... changed,"@@ he notes, his voice cracking a bit. Shaking his head, he refocusses on forwarding his findings to you. @@.robert;"It seems you'll come into contact with some sort of candy, or at least that's what it appears to be. The notes mentioned you may already be familiar with it. Anyway, the crucial part is, something is hidden in the middle of said candy, something that you will need to reach. The obvious solution, licking it or, even worse, biting it, is a mislead. You'll need to insert it into your... umm, private parts, and it'll melt right away."@@<<if $payments is 4 and $lucaspenis3 is 1>> Hold on, that isn't what @@.lucas;Lucas@@ mentioned in the letter... Your thoughts race for a minute, suspicions arising that either him or @@.robert;Robert@@ could be trying to betray you. Then it comes to you; you received @@.lucas;Lucas@@' last letter on Friday. You received your new pussy on Sunday. He couldn't possibly have advised you to stick something into your vagina since you didn't have one when you last wrote. That provides some relief, but it also terrifies you that your adversaries adapt to your own changes this fast. Then again, they're the ones who created them.<<endif>><<endif>> That was a... completely normal, level-headed exchange. But he's not doing any apparent harm, so you thank him for his advice. Inquiring whether you want to explore the facility together, he declines politely, stating that it'd be better if you couldn't both be caught at the same time, and double your chances this way. You suppose that makes sense and say goodbye. Strange fellow.\ \ <<elseif $robertEnemy is 1>>@@.robert;"Fancy running into you here, just what I needed,"@@ he begins in a threatening voice. Who is this guy? <<if $geisha is 0>>@@.robert;"I suppose you still don't know who I am?"@@ Your gaze directed towards the floor, you shake your head. @@.robert;"Well, doesn't matter. I know who you are, and I'm going to enjoy that knowledge,"@@<<else>>@@.robert;"What you don't even know me?"@@ he picks up on your body language. @@.robert;"You think I'm that stupid? That sure won't stop me,"@@<<endif>> he says while approaching you, eventually grabbing your hair and forcing you tight against his body. Already, his cock is poking you through his clothes, and your body heats up a little beyond your control. You can tell this encounter will be brief and emotionless. None beyond emotions of pain and fury, anyway. @@.robert;Robert@@ tears you down on your knees, where you begin to undress him, understanding his -- very subtle -- cue. After just a few brief licks of his cock, he's already pushing you over. Apparently, a blowjob isn't going to cut it. No, apparently not, as becomes evident when he pushes you on your back.<<if $penis is 0>> He even forgoes your already gushing pussy, ignoring it completely.<<endif>> @@.robert;"Sorry honey, but I'm trying to recreate memories here. Your mouth just won't do. I want to feel your tight canal clamping down on my cock again, I haven't felt it for days..."@@ Seeing the futility in resisting and knowing his power, you sigh, lean back, and use one hand to spread your sphincter for him. @@.robert;Robert@@ is quite taken with your gesture of submission and his display of power. You just know where these things end. After four weeks of this back-and-forth, you know when to resist, and when to give in. So does your sphincter, which currently gives in to @@.robert;Robert@@'s stiff meat. <<if $lubeused2 is 1 or $asslube is 1>>Fortunately, your lubrication is decent enough to handle this challenge and keeps you from getting too sore.<<else>>Sadly, he still doesn't seem to be your biggest fan, so he cares very little for your poor asshole which is already crying out in pain.<<set $horniness += 2>><<endif>> There's no ramp-up, he just starts pounding you. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>><<set $horniness += 2>>Predictably, it doesn't take long until he's huffing and overexerting himself, and cums inside your anus within two minutes maybe. @@.robert;"See how much I miss you? My dick gets so excited at your sight... Pity that the visit would be over so soon."@@ He starts <<if $penis is 1>>stroking your miniscule cock<<else>>flicking your clit<<endif>> a little, without passion, until you yourself emit a tiny amount of ejaculate, which seems to please him. With a pathetic orgasm like that, you haven't really got rid of any horniness whatsoever, you may even be more turned on than before. @@.robert;"Well, admittedly a rather unimpressive encounter, not my finest hour. I'll make it all up to you, once your body belongs to me... and your mind will follow soon enough, I'm sure,"@@ he prophesies, caressing your cheek in a creepy show of affection. You shudder to think what he could mean by that. You won't find out for now, because @@.robert;Robert@@ fixes his pants and takes his leave, grinning victoriously right at your face until you completely lose sight of him. You're scared shitless of this guy, what did you do to him? You can't imagine it was anything that could justify this. At least you got rid of him for now.\ \ <<elseif $robertNeutral is 1>>@@.robert;"Didn't actually expect to meet you here,"@@ he says with genuine surprise in his voice. Likewise. What is he doing here? @@.robert;"I... you just stuck with me. Showing up like you did in the office, then disappearing without a trace... until that night at that brothel. When I saw you there, and you didn't even seem to remember who I was, I just-- AACK!"@@ He's cut off sharply by somebody grabbing his throat from behind. In a flash, the sight of his adam's apple is replaced by a choker saying "<strong>B I M B O I</strong>". It takes you by surprise almost as much as @@.robert;Robert@@... or whoever he'll be now... After the first shock wore off, the weird title on the choker catches your attention. That can't just be a manufacturing or spelling mistake, can it? Well, looks like you'll find that out, too. Meanwhile, @@.robert;Robert@@ wears a pleading expression on his face, as two female guards each grab one arm to immediately squash any potential escape attempts. Behind them, two more guards step out and start approaching you. H-Hold on, what do you have to do with this? Regardless, before you can even turn around, your left arm is caught in a tight grip, and your right doesn't remain free for long. Looks like they've reserved a prime seat for you. One more -- hopefully the last -- person steps into view. A dominant-looking woman, whose grin signals that she enjoys this situation very much, and will make the most of it.<<if $payments is 4>> She's not the trainer from yesterday, although the resemblance is eery.<<endif>> She smiles in your direction, but only briefly, before concentrating her attention solely on the panicking @@.robert;Robert@@. She presses herself close against his back, making him flail a little, but the guards have him held tight. The lady is reaching down behind him with a large smile on her face, and @@.robert;Robert@@'s expression turns from sheer panic to surprised discomfort. You can't see what she does there, but you have a solid idea. Simultaneously, her other hand reaches around down there and starts stroking him gently. Not even that, it's more like she's caressing his dick, just drawing her index finger up and down its length. Though it looks affectionate and harmless, it definitely adds to the threatening atmosphere. A certain threat makes itself known, as the woman's body jerks forward, and in response, @@.robert;Robert@@'s does too. For some reason he starts readjusting his legs, inching them apart a little. You're not sure that's a wise move, as the woman abuses his discomfort to thrust forward a second time. It's clear now that she inserted herself into his ass, and is using her hand to tease his cock, further eroding his resolve. She's quite successful with it, too. As much as you hate to admit it, this woman knows her craft, and you're sure @@.robert;Robert@@ regrets that fact even more than you do. You know what comes next, and think that you can already see his skin clearing up and some wrinkles disappear, but maybe that's just your somewhat reasonable paranoia. What's sure is that this ordeal goes on for some time, long enough that your own legs are starting to hurt, and the man that thought you knew him is beginning to look like even more of a stranger. This becomes undeniable when the domina sits down and pulls @@.roberta;Robert@@ with her, to sit in her lap. Yesterday, he'd have squashed that woman below him, now he fits onto her thighs as if he was moulded for them. It's not just his height... over the hours, his screams have become cries, his abs a toned stomach, his voice a meek whisper. His sphincter a fuckhole. The sight brings up painful memories of <<if $payments gte 4>>watching @@.fucktoy;Fuckto--@@ Philip just yesterday<<else>>your own, much slower transformation<<endif>>. In order to be prepared for anything to happen at any moment, you force yourself to stay focussed. It's not like you could do anything about it if something were to happen, but as you've learned over the weeks, state of mind can make a big difference. Unexpectedly, the lady that's transforming @@.roberta;Robert@@ is getting up and retreating from his butthole, which is as red as a fire engine by now. @@.roberta;Robert@@ can't believe it himself, his drooling form staring at his assailant incredulously. <<if $payments gte 4>>Once again,<<else>>From behind the corner,<<endif>> you see two men carry in a machine. A very simple one, and very easy to describe; it's the one you were confronted with earlier, the fucking machine. @@.roberta;Robert@@ has now spotted the contraption too, and his eyes go wide, which is all the reaction he can muster. All strength and energy having left his body, he doesn't even struggle when his asspussy is being aligned with the dildo, and inserted into him. Predictably, the machine turns on and starts pounding him mercilessly. He's just sitting on top, head thrown back, his throat sore enough that his cries have ceased hours ago. The way he's hanging there, you're pretty sure he'd fall over were it not for the guards to his side, holding him upright. The transformation process you were doubting moments ago is now becoming irrefutable. <<if $payments gte 4>>It all reminds you of Philip's ordeal yesterday. If it wasn't for you, these people would all continue living their normal lives, but you've pushed them into sexual slavery... Overcome by guilt, you wish you were the one on that machine, to give @@.roberta;Robert@@ time to escape. Although it's much too late for that now, the feeling persists.<<set $horniness += 1>><<else>>Even if you don't know him, you feel really bad. Sadly, there doesn't seem to be a way to stop the process.<<endif>> Before your eyes, the hunky man had become a short, somewhat effeminate boy, and is now well on his way to switch sides entirely. Already, the mounds on his chest have gone from standing up to hanging down, and the thighs that are wobbling uncontrollably in the air have assumed a generous thickness. The very bone structure of his face is shifting, and now much less aggressive than before, or maybe just a different kind of aggressive. There's certainly a kind of predatory look to it and the eyes, even in his current mindfucked state. The odd one out is his penis which, if anything, has got harder in the process. Indeed, there's no sign of it shrinking, much less disappearing entirely. Its semen production is likewise untouched, multiple strings having already been spread all over @@.roberta;Robert@@'s body. You don't have to wait long until the transformation reaches scary proportions. His short brown hair has quickly turned platinum blonde, and hangs over his E or F cup breasts in elegant curls. Beyond the face, the bone structure on his whole body is definitely not what it used to be. His shoulders have become so narrow that his arms naturally rest behind his back, massively accentuating his enormous tits. Not a hair can be found on his body below the ears, except a neat, well-trimmed triangle above his girlcock. You suppose you've reached the point where @@.roberta;Robert@@ easily deserves to be called "she". Evidently, the trainer thinks so herself, because she wanders over to the machine, flicks a switch, and watches it slow to a halt. @@.roberta;Robert@@ immediately topples over and has to be supported by the guards, just like you suspected. When she laboriously lifts her head and spots your crotch, she actually manages to free herself from the women's grasp and gives it a tentative lick, making you jump in surprise. She's restrained again very quickly and taken away. The trainer and all the guards leave you there, but shoot you victorious grins, and you know this isn't the last you've seen of them.<<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>> What an encounter. You just want to get out of here right now. Better to [[get on|Week 4, Day 2 - Finishing It Up]] with exploring and making progress, you're already starting to get tired after such a long day.

It's @@.robert;Robert@@!? What the hell is he doing here? <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.fetish;"What the hell are you doing here?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"What the hell are you doing here?"@@<<endif>> @@.robert;"Gee, happy to see you too,"@@ he jokes. He's right, you really did miss him. Impulsively, you hug his neck and share a long, sensuous kiss with him. You draw back a little shocked at how readily you've taken to this dynamic with your former boss, and clear your throat awkwardly. @@.fetish;His strong chest agains your soft one felt so nice though...@@ He's visibly distracted as well, but similarly tries to regain his composure. @@.robert;"Thanks, that's... that felt nice. Good, even."@@ So much for regaining composure. @@.robert;"Listen, I was wandering through the complex earlier and stumbled across some of their plans, at least I think that's what I saw."@@ <<if $penis is 1>>@@.robert;"There'll be a rather eye-catching trap waiting for you next. It's like a climbing wall that you have to use to cross a large chasm. What awaits you on the bottom of said cliff, I don't know. But I do know that the fifth... stepping stone will retract and you'll fall to your certain doom, whatever that is. Be prepared for it."@@<<elseif $penis is 0>>He regards you oddly, his gaze seemingly directed towards your crotch. @@.robert;"I see you've... changed,"@@ he notes, his voice cracking a bit. Shaking his head, he refocuses on forwarding his findings to you. @@.robert;"It seems you'll come into contact with some sort of candy, or at least that's what it appears to be. The notes mentioned you may already be familiar with it. Anyway, the crucial part is, something is hidden in the middle of said candy, something that you will need to reach. The obvious solution, licking it or, even worse, biting it, is a mislead. You'll need to insert it into your... umm, private parts, and it'll melt right away."@@<<if $payments is 4 and $lucaspenis3 is 1>> Hold on, that isn't what @@.lucas;Lucas@@ mentioned in the letter... Your thoughts race for a minute, suspicions arising that either him or @@.robert;Robert@@ could be trying to betray you. Then it comes to you; you received @@.lucas;Lucas@@' last letter on Friday. You received your new pussy on Sunday. He couldn't possibly have advised you to stick something into your vagina since you didn't have one when you last wrote. That provides some relief, but it also terrifies you that your adversaries adapt to your own changes this fast. Then again, they're the ones who created them.<<endif>><<endif>> That was a... completely normal, level-headed exchange. But he's trying to help, so you thank him for his advice. It really was good to see him again, so you inquire whether he wants to explore the facility together, but he declines politely, stating that it'd be better if you couldn't both be caught at the same time, and double your chances this way. You suppose that makes sense and say goodbye. Hopefully not for the last time. Alright, with that clue at your disposal<<if $payments gte 4>>, even if you already knew about it<<endif>>, you [[go on|Week 4, Day 2 - Finishing It Up]] to deal with the last tasks for the day, you're starting to get a bit tired.

@@.robert;"Didn't actually expect to meet you here,"@@ he says with genuine surprise in his voice. Likewise. What is he doing here? @@.robert;"I... you just stuck with me. Showing up like you did in the office, then disappearing without a trace... until that night at that brothel. When I saw you there, and you'd changed so much, I just-- AACK!"@@ He's cut off sharply by somebody grabbing his throat from behind. In a flash, the sight of his adam's apple is replaced by a choker saying "<strong>B I M B O I</strong>". It takes you by surprise almost as much as @@.robert;Robert@@... or whoever he'll be now... After the first shock wore off, the weird title on the choker catches your attention. That can't just be a manufacturing or spelling mistake, can it? Well, looks like you'll find that out, too. Meanwhile, @@.robert;Robert@@ wears a pleading expression on his face, as two female guards each grab one arm to immediately squash any potential escape attempts. Behind them, two more guards step out and start approaching you. H-Hold on, what do you have to do with this? Regardless, before you can even turn around, your left arm is caught in a tight grip, and your right doesn't remain free for long. Looks like they've reserved a prime seat for you. One more -- hopefully the last -- person steps into view. A dominant-looking woman, whose grin signals that she enjoys this situation very much, and will make the most of it.<<if $payments is 4>> She's not the trainer from yesterday, although the resemblance is eery.<<endif>> She smiles in your direction, but only briefly, before concentrating her attention solely on the panicking @@.robert;Robert@@. She presses herself close against his back, making him flail a little, but the guards have him held tight. The lady is reaching down behind him with a large smile on her face, and @@.robert;Robert@@'s expression turns from sheer panic to surprised discomfort. You can't see what she does there, but you have a solid idea. Simultaneously, her other hand reaches around down there and starts stroking him gently. Not even that, it's more like she's caressing his dick, just drawing her index finger up and down its length. Though it looks affectionate and harmless, it definitely adds to the threatening atmosphere. A certain threat makes itself known, as the woman's body jerks forward, and in response, @@.robert;Robert@@'s does too. For some reason he starts readjusting his legs, inching them apart a little. You're not sure that's a wise move, as the woman abuses his discomfort to thrust forward a second time. It's clear now that she inserted herself into his ass, and is using her hand to tease his cock, further eroding his resolve. She's quite successful with it, too. As much as you hate to admit it, this woman knows her craft, and you're sure @@.robert;Robert@@ regrets that fact even more than you do. You know what comes next, and think that you can already see his skin clearing up and some wrinkles disappear, but maybe that's just your somewhat reasonable paranoia. What's sure is that this ordeal goes on for some time, long enough that your own legs are starting to hurt, and by now the man that used to employ you is hardly the imposing figure you remember him as. This becomes undeniable when the domina sits down and pulls @@.roberta;Robert@@ with her, to sit in her lap. Yesterday, he'd have squashed that woman below him, now he fits onto her thighs as if he was moulded for them. It's not just his height... over the hours, his screams have become cries, his abs a toned stomach, his voice a meek whisper. His sphincter a fuckhole. The sight brings up painful memories of <<if $payments gte 4>>watching @@.fucktoy;Fuckto--@@ Philip just yesterday<<else>>your own, much slower transformation<<endif>>. In order to be prepared for anything to happen at any moment, you force yourself to stay focussed. It's not like you could do anything about it if something were to happen, but as you've learned over the weeks, state of mind can make a big difference. Unexpectedly, the lady that's transforming @@.roberta;Robert@@ is getting up and retreating from his butthole, which is as red as a fire engine by now. @@.roberta;Robert@@ can't believe it himself, his drooling form staring at his assailant incredulously. <<if $payments gte 4>>Once again,<<else>>From behind the corner,<<endif>> you see two men carry in a machine. A very simple one, and very easy to describe; it's the one you were confronted with earlier, the fucking machine. @@.roberta;Robert@@ has now spotted the contraption too, and his eyes go wide, which is all the reaction he can muster. All strength and energy having left his body, he doesn't even struggle when his asspussy is being aligned with the dildo, and inserted into him. Predictably, the machine turns on and starts pounding him mercilessly. He's just sitting on top, head thrown back, his throat sore enough that his cries have ceased hours ago. The way he's hanging there, you're pretty sure he'd fall over were it not for the guards to his side, holding him upright. The transformation process you were doubting moments ago is now becoming irrefutable. <<if $payments gte 4>>It all reminds you of Philip's ordeal yesterday. If it wasn't for you, these people would all continue living their normal lives, but you've pushed them into sexual slavery... Overcome by guilt, you wish you were the one on that machine, to give @@.roberta;Robert@@ time to escape. Although it's much too late for that now, the feeling persists.<<set $horniness += 1>><<else>>Seeing @@.roberta;Robert@@ suffer like this is eating you up inside. But there's nothing you can do for him. You can absolutely sympathise with how he feels right now, and are equally powerless.<<endif>> Before your eyes, the hunky man had become a short, somewhat effeminate boy, and is now well on his way to switch sides entirely. Already, the mounds on his chest have gone from standing up to hanging down, and the thighs that are wobbling uncontrollably in the air have assumed a generous thickness. The very bone structure of his face is shifting, and now much less aggressive than before, or maybe just a different kind of aggressive. There's certainly a kind of predatory look to it and the eyes, even in his current mindfucked state. The odd one out is his penis which, if anything, has got harder in the process. Indeed, there's no sign of it shrinking, much less disappearing entirely. Its semen production is likewise untouched, multiple strings having already been spread all over @@.roberta;Robert@@'s body. You don't have to wait long until the transformation reaches scary proportions. His short brown hair has quickly turned platinum blonde, and hangs over his E or F cup breasts in elegant curls. Beyond the face, the bone structure on his whole body is definitely not what it used to be. His shoulders have become so narrow that his arms naturally rest behind his back, massively accentuating his enormous tits. Not a hair can be found on his body below the ears, except a neat, well-trimmed triangle above his girlcock. You suppose you've reached the point where @@.roberta;Robert@@ easily deserves to be called "she". Evidently, the trainer thinks so herself, because she wanders over to the machine, flicks a switch, and watches it slow to a halt. @@.roberta;Robert@@ immediately topples over and has to be supported by the guards, just like you suspected. When she laboriously lifts her head and spots your crotch, she actually manages to free herself from the women's grasp and gives it a tentative lick, making you jump in surprise. She's restrained again very quickly and taken away. The trainer and all the guards leave you there, but you figure this isn't the last you've seen of them.<<set $horniness += 1>> That was... sick. Absolutely sickening, and you don't even want to think about what you just saw. @@.roberta;Robert@@ just became another casualty in your personal struggle. You shake your head. You just made the decision not to think about it, so stick with it. There are more [[things to take care of.|Week 4, Day 2 - Finishing It Up]]

@@.robert;"Fancy running into you here, just what I needed,"@@ he begins in a threatening voice. @@.robert;"I suppose you thought I wouldn't find you here?"@@ Your gaze directed towards the floor, you shake your head. @@.robert;"Well, doesn't matter. I had a little assistance and it's all going to pay off now,"@@ he says while approaching you, eventually grabbing your hair and forcing you tight against his body. Already, his cock is poking you through his clothes, and your body heats up a little beyond your control. You can tell this encounter will be brief and emotionless. None beyond emotions of pain and fury, anyway. @@.robert;Robert@@ tears you down on your knees, where you begin to undress him, understanding his -- very subtle -- cue. After just a few brief licks of his cock, he's already pushing you over. Apparently, a blowjob isn't going to cut it. No, apparently not, as becomes evident when he pushes you on your back.<<if $penis is 0>> He even forgoes your already gushing pussy, ignoring it completely.<<endif>> @@.robert;"Sorry honey, but I'm trying to recreate memories here. Your mouth just won't do. I want to feel your tight canal clamping down on my cock again, I haven't felt it for days..."@@ Seeing the futility in resisting and knowing his power, you sigh, lean back, and use one hand to spread your sphincter for him. @@.robert;Robert@@ is quite taken with your gesture of submission and his display of power. You just know where these things end. After four weeks of this back-and-forth, you know when to resist, and when to give in. So does your sphincter, which currently gives in to @@.robert;Robert@@'s stiff meat. <<if $lubeused2 is 1 or $asslube is 1>>Fortunately, your lubrication is decent enough to handle this challenge and keeps you from getting too sore.<<else>>Sadly, he still doesn't seem to be your biggest fan, so he cares very little for your poor asshole which is already crying out in pain.<<set $horniness += 2>><<endif>> There's no ramp-up, he just starts pounding you. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>><<set $horniness += 1>>Predictably, it doesn't take long until he's huffing and overexerting himself, and cums inside your anus within two minutes maybe. @@.robert;"See how much I miss you? My dick gets so excited at your sight... Pity that the visit would be over so soon."@@ He starts <<if $penis is 1>>stroking your miniscule cock<<else>>flicking your clit<<endif>> a little, without passion, until you yourself emit a tiny amount of ejaculate, which seems to please him. With a pathetic orgasm like that, you haven't really got rid of any horniness whatsoever, you may even be more turned on than before.<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies4 += 1>> What's more, he fishes the load he deposited in your ass out with his fingers and starts pushing it up your snatch! You have to admit that it feels good... but you know that wasn't his intention at all.<<endif>> @@.robert;"Well, admittedly a rather unimpressive encounter, not my finest hour. I'll make it all up to you, once your body belongs to me... and your mind will follow soon enough, I'm sure,"@@ he prophesies, caressing your cheek in a creepy show of affection. You shudder to think what he could mean by that. You won't find out for now, because @@.robert;Robert@@ fixes his pants and takes his leave, grinning victoriously right at your face until you completely lose sight of him. You're scared shitless of this guy, what did you do to him? You can't imagine he was always like this under the surface... something must have happened. For now, you've got your own issues to worry about though, so [[better get going|Week 4, Day 2 - Finishing It Up]] down these fucking endless hallways.

At least walking through these endless passages is somewhat cathartic. It leaves you with nothing but your thoughts, which can be very upsetting, but when you concentrate and try to think of hopeful, pleasant things, <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;like meaty cocks@@<<elseif $addiction gte 5 and $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.azure;like@@ @@.pink;yummy@@ @@.azure;cummy@@<<elseif $addiction gte 5>>@@.azure;like delicious semen@@<<elseif $obedience gte 5>>@@.gold;like resting your pretty little head on a strong hunk's shoulder@@<<else>>like getting the fuck out of here<<endif>>, your heartbeat calms considerably, and those long trips go by in a blink. That doesn't mean they're not exhausting though. This is as far as you'll make it, you're sure of it. Damn, you'd hoped you'd make it further, but it's not too bad. After a day like this, you don't blame your body for breaking down so soon. Conveniently, you happen to come across a nice spot to lie down in, somewhat shielded from prying eyes that may wander these hallways. So far, they've been fairly empty, but you never know. Time to [[sleep.|Week 4, Day 3 - Another Day, Another Trap]]

<<set $date = "Week 4, Wednesday">>These floors are really much more comfy than they look. It's not like you want to make sleeping on them a long-term commitment, but hey, credit where credit is due. Normally, you'd expect to be sore and tense all over, but you're fairly well-rest-- AAAAH! <<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"STO- SNEAKING U- ON -E LIKE THAT!"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"STOP SNEAKING UP ON ME LIKE THAT!"@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"STO- SNEAKING U- ON -E LIKE THAT!"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"STOP SNEAKING UP ON ME LIKE THAT!"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you scream at the maid that's smiling an infuriating smile right into your barely awake face. @@.blue;"Good morning ma'am, I hope you had a good night's sleep."@@ You did, up until a moment ago. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.blue;"I'm glad you already accepted the choker. Believe me, it will make your time here much, much easier. And more enjoyable, of course! It also means that I don't really have anything to serve you with this morning. I'm not supposed to, but I really want to reiterate that you should do well at the maid test. You have no idea how lonely it gets sometimes! Besides, you're cute, and I wouldn't mind being the one who's roughing up the bed for once..."@@ Oh wow, she's, umm... wow.<<else>>@@.blue;"So, what do you say? How about a little choker around your neck? I can tell you'd look soooooo cute with one! Not just that, it just makes so many things easier. Why contain it? You've already felt how nice it can be to give in... it just takes some courage to make that call. Do you have that courage?"@@<<endif>> <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>Pushy, that's the word. Maybe you don't want to be a maid! Maybe you don't want to @@.gold;scoot around on your knees in skimpy clothes all day, exposing your rear to any client you pass!@@ Y-Yeah, that'd be awful. Walk, walk, don't reply. [[Just walk past her.|Week 4, Day 3 - Wall of Hands]]\ \ <<else>>Do you? Hold on, she's messing with you again. Courage... how backwards is that? What's more courageous than you literally resisting futuristic slavery devices? @@.pink;Hmm, dunno, taking four dicks at once? Five?@@ W-Well, that'd be difficult too, no doubt. @@.pink;The sky's the limit, girl!@@ Alright, deep breaths, in and out, in and out, @@.azure;and then jizz straight down your throat!@@ Goddamn, she threw you off real bad. All those memories come back... memories of @@.gold;subservience@@, of @@.azure;delicious dining@@. Of @@.pink;mindless fun@@. You can't pretend these things didn't happen, and thinking back, you can't deny the pleasure you felt every time. Do you have the cour-- Do you take the choker? [[Of course you do.|Week 4, Day 3 - New Choker]] [[No way.|Week 4, Day 3 - Wall of Hands]]<<endif>>

<<set $horniness += 1>>Saying goodbye to the creepy-as-fuck (but also kinda cute) maid, you're met with... more hallways! Seriously, who designed this place? This facility must be longer than the damn Hadron Collider. So much wasted space. Trying to put architectural concerns behind you for a minute fails horribly, they keep reappearing in your brain, you can't shake them. Aren't these hallways becoming narrower? You're seriously concerned about your sanity right now, you've never given this much thought to architecture, and weren't aware it has ever caused paranoia before. Stretching your arms out sideways, it's definitely not just you going crazy, the walls <em>are</em> closer together than they were ten minutes ago, you can touch both walls already. It's only getting worse, subtly but surely, with every step you take, but that's not all. Now, none of these hallways are supremely lit and decorated, but the one in front of you has black walls. It's not a smooth transition like the narrowing paths, you turn the corner and suddenly the next hallway is black, and more dimly lit. It's not that long either, maybe 100 or 200 metres before you can see it turn a corner. There, the black walls end already. This place's design is so weird. You really have no other paths, no other option. You have to go through there. What will happen? Are these walls going to come down? Who else is going to jump out and surprise you, after <<if $robertNeutral is 1>>@@.roberta;Robert@@<<else>>@@.robert;Robert@@<<endif>> yesterday? Looks like you'll know soon. All it takes is a step or two, and arms start shooting out of the black walls. Hardly visible under the dim lighting and its dark colour, the walls are lined with countless little holes, covered up by something like small curtains. Due to the tightness of the path, you've already got one hand from the right kneading your tit, and one further down has found your ass, giving it a sharp smack that wakes you out of your breast massage-induced stupor. What are you going to do? <<if $horniness lt 5>>[[Run down the middle, as fast as you can.|Week 4, Day 3 - The Great Escape, Part 2]] [[Stay on the left, to be out of reach of one half of the arms.|Week 4, Day 3 - Get Fucked]]<<else>>Hmmm, that's hard, [[how about just staying a while?|Week 4, Day 3 - Get Fucked]] It feels real nice...<<endif>> [[Run back a few steps and use an item.|Week 4, Day 3 - First Item Use]]

<<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<set $fetishStats = 1>><<set $week4Stats = 0>><<if $horniness gte 4>><<set $horniness -= 4>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<set $perversion = 1>>You're not sure what brought you to make this call, this early. Curiosity, adventure, risk, cunning -- possibly sheer naivetÃ©. Perhaps even longing? Any of these could have been the cause, but the effect remains the same. You hesitantly lift the choker off the platter, letting the rhinestones run through your fingers. Feeling that luxurious, elegant material. Being afraid, excited, nervous at the implications you know this normally unconspicuous necklace has. Not long into your inner struggle, a voice interrupts your thoughts and hesitations. @@.blue;"Allow me," Marie@@ says, snatching the choker before you can stop her. When did she get behind you? Before you can ponder that question at length, your very much shrunken throat is being further constrained, until a final *click* can be heard. @@.blue;"In the name of Mistress@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ @@.blue;I bestow this gift upon you."@@ And with that, it is over. You thought you could wear the choker on your own terms... Now you're under your adversary's spell for another week. And she named @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ as the owner too, weird. Your considerations still hold true; it may just make your struggles here easier, if she's trying to play mind games with you.<<if $loads gte 2>> At least that's your first thought, but you're set into convulsions that you can't explain, and see the choker glow in your peripheral view. Looking at @@.blue;Marie@@ she just smiles at your prone form, dark and ominous, and evidently pleased with herself. @@.blue;"You didn't really think your previous sexual transgressions in the facility would just be forgotten? That we'd just let you relieve pressure whenever you felt like it? Unlikely. No, we monitored how often you orgasmed, and adjusted the choker accordingly. That's what you get for playing coy."@@ You suppose she speaks the truth... it really feels like the choker is exerting its influence, but it feels unique since it's happening after the act, and thus you can concentrate on it more. You definitely feel switches being flipped in your head, for lack of a better explanation. Whoever it is that's getting back on her feet, it's not the same person that was sleeping just minutes earlier.<<set $perversion += Math.trunc($loads / 2)>><<endif>> @@.blue;Marie@@ grabs you by the neck, turns you around, and sensuously kisses you on your lips. @@.blue;"You made the right choice,"@@ she smiles at you. You're not quite sure what that was about, and you're not quite sure whether you want to admit that you liked it. At the very least you feel your groin calm down, having gotten exactly what it wanted. Well, one of two things it wanted, anyway. That sure was a chaotic [[start to the day|Week 4, Day 3 - Wall of Hands]], very much reminiscent of yesterday's sudden bondage play.

/*LUBE NOT USED*/<<if $lubeused31 is 0>>You decide it's best to keep maximum distance from both sides and try to haul ass. That is being made rather difficult by arms being able to reach you quite easily from both sides. They severely inhibit the speed you can run at, and you're really going at a slow walk's pace. But this way, nobody can reach you <em>too</em> well, which means that you can swat away hands once they're in danger of getting a good grip on you. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>> Behind the walls, you think you can hear the people whispering as you make your way through the sea of hands. @@.blue;"Vapid whore doesn't know what she's missing."@@ -- @@.blue;<em>"Look at that adam's apple, disgusting."</em>@@ -- @@.blue;"I know, right? How hard is it to cover that up?"@@ -- @@.blue;<em>"Man, a fine piece of jewelry on that neck and this bitch would have a much easier time here, dumb slut."</em>@@ I-Is that true, does your throat really look that bad? Your hand reaches up instinctively, you feel insecure. And going through the facility would be easier? You'd love to @@.pink;be easy@@-- uuh, you mean, you'd love to have it a little easier... No! Stop that! They're just trying to throw you off!<<endif>> <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>And some nearly do, but it's<<else>>Some do, but<<endif>> not enough to stop you in your tracks, fortunately. After much touching, pulling, teasing, stroking and caressing, you've reached the other side and look back on the hands that were just assaulting you. The adrenaline leaving your body, you feel really damn hot... and looking down, you can already see <<if $penis is 1>>your boyclit leaking on the floor<<else>>your juices running down your legs<<endif>>. This definitely won't make it easier to concentrate for the rest of the day, fuck.<<set $horniness += 2>>\ \ /*LUBE USED*/<<else>>You decide it's best to keep maximum distance from both sides and try to haul ass. That is being made rather difficult by arms being able to reach you quite easily from both sides. Normally, they'd slow you down to a crawl, but you were brilliantly covered in lube, and none of the hands manage more than a light graze before they slip off your body and have to let you pass. $firstname, you're a damn genius!<<if $fetishChoker is 0>> Behind the walls, you think you can hear the people whispering as you make your way through the sea of hands. @@.blue;"Vapid whore doesn't know what she's missing."@@ -- @@.blue;<em>"Look at that adam's apple, disgusting."</em>@@ -- @@.blue;"I know, right? How hard is it to cover that up?"@@ -- @@.blue;<em>"Man, a fine piece of jewelry on that neck and this bitch would have a much easier time here, dumb slut."</em>@@ I-Is that true, does your throat really look that bad? Your hand reaches up instinctively, you feel insecure. And going through the facility would be easier? You'd love to @@.pink;be easy@@-- uuh, you mean, you'd love to have it a little easier... No! Stop that! They're just trying to throw you off! Fortunately, your lube takes the brunt of their assaults, and you still make it through unharmed.<<endif>><<endif>> <<if $lubeused31 is 0>>Slightly exhausted, and with excessive blood flow through your groin, [[you move on.|Week 4, Day 3 - Another Door]]<<else>>It was still a little exhausting -- and of course nervewracking! -- to run through there, so you [[move on|Week 4, Day 3 - Another Door]] under heavy breaths.<<endif>>

You decide to stick to the left side of the hallway as a tactical consideration. Sure, the arms on that side can score a touch here and there more easily, but your plan seems effective, nobody from the other side has enough reach to get to you. Perhaps it'd be better to keep your eyes forward though. As you regard the effects of your choice, one arm stretched out particularly far in front of you. Looking to the side, you don't see it when it surprisingly wraps around your model's waist and presses you against the wall. Before you can push off, that guy uses his right arm to grab his left, essentially locking you in your position. With your meek, dainty, feminine hands, there's no way you'd ever undo his lock. <<if $lubeused31 is 1>>The lubricant you spread over your body is making him grab you twice, but otherwise has no effect, he just got too much of a jump on you! Real smart, you totally wasted that potentially useful item.<<endif>> Arms from either end of the wall start disappearing, which confuses you at first. Their intentions become clear when suddenly, new ones shoot out next to your body. They changed positions to get to you. now, there are countless fingers running all the way over your body, easily hundreds of them. Some are running over random parts of your body, stroking your belly or rubbing your shoulders. Others are much more ambitious, and start to pay attention to some particular spots of your body. Already, you feel wetness probing your anus. That doesn't feel like a hand, somebody seems to give you a rimjob. It's over quickly though, he was apparently just preparing your rear pussy for his fingers, two of which are now rapidly sliding in and out of you. <<if $penis is 1>>Now and then, he crooks his middle finger when he's all the way in side, making your prostate send a tingle from your rear, up your spine, and all the way to your brain, stunning you in ecstasy.<<endif>> Of course, the other centre of attention must be your horrendously leaking <<if $penis is 1>>sissy bitch bump<<else>>pussy<<endif>>. <<if $penis is 1>>Multiple hands are grabbing it, some of them resorting to massaging your tiny marbles, while others give you a genuine handjob, rubbing your boyclit up and down in between two fingers, due to its pathetic size.<<else>>Multiple hands try to pleasure you, and they succeed, of course, in their assault on your body that was literally built for pleasure, both yours and theirs. Ever-changing amounts of fingers enter your love canal, stroking it every which way, while others are constantly attacking your bright red clit which is close to shooting you over the edge of orgasm.<<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>> Finally, you can't resist anymore, and a massive amount of ejaculate unloads on the floor, and on some of the hands. In the rush, your knees give out beneath you, and you slump down to the floor, your captor finally releasing you. Regardless, you don't have the strength to get up just yet, so you subject yourself to a few more minutes of teasing and groping.<<if $chestImplant is 1>> The hands touching your breasts are driving you wild again, even though you just came.<<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>><<if $lipImplant is 1>> Your surgically enhanced lips being stroked and fondled don't help with your newly rising horniness.<<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>><<if $assImplant is 1>> Even more hands are wandering over your rear globes, kneading your assflesh until your loins are burning.<<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>> While you're sitting there and slowly recuperate, you observe the arms ahead of you, and notice they're all drooping, it's a sad display. They're just hanging through their holes, disappointed that they didn't get anything. You take pity and lift yourself up, leaving behind the arms that cared for you so dutifully and approach the entrance point of the Wall of Hands. You face away from the hallway and start walking backwards, passing the right wall, leaning down. The hands quickly take note and all reach up to get a piece of your ass. They really appreciate you taking pity on them, and all of them handle you very respectfully in letting you pass unhindered. They are all happy with getting some attention, and none get greedy enough to restrain you again, until you're standing at the end of the room. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.fetish;These people show you so much love and respect, it's getting addictive, really...@@<<else>>@@.gold;To think they show so much respect and love to some lowly whore like you is confusing, but addictive.@@<<endif>> <<if $horniness gte 2>><<set $horniness -= 2>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>Still, now that some more of your mental faculties return, you're happy you left this trap behind you, @@.fetish;and so successfully!@@ It's nice to have got an orgasm again, but after the second fondling tour, you have to say you feel almost as horny as you did when you came in. Let's see [[what else awaits you today.|Week 4, Day 3 - Another Door]]

That was... let's forget about it. Focus on what lies ahead, as always. Incidentally, what lies ahead is a door. A door just like the one you found yesterday. No, <em>seriously</em>, one <em>just</em> like yesterday's. As in, identical. There is a dent in it, right below the handle, that looks like it's exactly the size and position of the dent in yesterday's door. Of course, it also has a silver plaque denoting it as a storage room. How about it, do you look inside? <<if $key2 is 1>>[[Of course you do.|Week 4, Day 3 - Open the Door]] There could be treasure!<<else>>[[Of course you do.|Week 4, Day 3 - Locked Door]] There could be treasure!<<endif>> [[Nope, get the fuck outta here.|Week 4, Day 3 - Refuse the Door]]

Before you is a small, dusty storage closet, just like the plaque said. For what it's worth, you can't see any trip wires or motion sensors, and going indeed doesn't trigger any alarms or traps, which is a relief. With that out of the way, you start searching. You feel a little silly when something catches your attention, having quite flashy packaging. <<if $penis is 1>><<set $stockings = 1>>It doesn't say anything on the box, but it's easy to unpack, and you have two... balls of string in your hand. Untangling the mess, you find that you're holding up two stockings, and none that cover up too much of the wearer's body. Fishnet stockings is the term, you believe. They have foot pieces and can be pulled on quite easily, going up to your thigh. You... won't for now, but perhaps they'll come in handy, right?\ <<else>><<set $glasses = 1>>It's pretty small, and you're careful not to break things. Taking the object out of its box, you see that it's a pair of sunglasses! They're not exactly a manly design... They're the really large, flashy kind, which you'd see either on Kim Kardashian or some cougar in her 40s, uncomfortable with her age and trying to bone college kids to feel young again. Yeah, you'd see these glasses on one of those two, or perhaps on yourself in the near future. Maybe they'll come in handy?<<endif>> Yeah, it won't hurt to bring these along for now, you never know when you could need something like that in these fucked up games. Having something is better than having nothing, so you [[move on|Week 4, Day 3 - The Legend Continues]], happy with what you got.

Well, how anticlimactic. The door is locked! And you can't seem to find a key around nearby, so that probably means you won't be allowed entry. Pff, see if you care, you'll just [[go on then!|Week 4, Day 3 - The Legend Continues]]

Nah, you don't need that. Who knows what awaits you behind? Better play it safe and try to get closer to escaping this damned place. Let's [[go on.|Week 4, Day 3 - The Legend Continues]]

So your wandering continues, and as always, it bores you out of your fucking mind, or what's left of it anyway. Sure, it's still a nice opportunity to reflect on things, but given your recent twists of fate, there's not a lot to reflect on beyond cocks and make-up. @@.pink;Which is a problem... how?@@ Finally, something stops your seemingly endless track, and it's something that you haven't seen in this facility so far. Two doors. Now this is tricky, isn't it? Maybe the hiking wasn't all that bad. The doors look absolutely identical, the only difference is a little sign above them. The left door has the sign for masculinity and symbol of Mars, a circle with an arrow pointing to the top right. Following the pattern, the door on the right displays the mirror of Venus, the widely used symbol for women. You know where you <em>want</em> to go through, but where you're allowed to go through is another question entirely. One glance down past your chest may just provide the answer though. <<if $penis is 1>>The cockhead looking back at you certainly seems sure of it, so [[you know which door to take.|Week 4, Day 3 - Male]]<<else>>That gorgeous cleft is twitching, as if trying to confirm your suspicions. Looks like [[you know which door to take.|Week 4, Day 3 - Female]]<<endif>>

Your items: <<if $lube is 1>>[[Lube|Week 4, Day 3 - Wall of Hands Item Choice][$lubeused31 = 1, $lube = 0]] - Not quite sure how to use it, but you could apply lube to your holes to prepare yourself for anything that might happen. There should also be some left to spread over the rest of your body, just in case.<<else>><em>You don't have any items, you silly bitch!</em><<endif>> <<back>>

Apprehensively, you step through the door. Was picking male a mistake? Maybe the trap will be more punishing. Most traps were designed to make you more feminine, so maybe they'll feminise you twice as hard for resisting. Once you actually take in your surroundings, it all seems absolutely surreal though, and you can't imagine they're being serious. <<if $payments is 4 or $robertAlly is 1>>Before you, you see the scene that was described to you already. <<endif>>There's a bridge in the centre of the room, spanning a chasm so long that jumping is clearly out of the question. That's because the problem is that the bridge isn't complete. There are only maybe one or two steps worth of stone to carry you across, after that, you have to use the peculiar contraption they arranged to the side of it. Running parallel to the unfinished bridge is a large pink wall with many holes in it. It reminds you a little of the hallway you just passed, only these holes don't have arms coming out of them, but cocks instead. They're aligned neatly in four rows, with the bottom row featuring the thickest and most muscular specimens, and the top ones less so, but still impressive. As it looks, they're your only way across, and you're supposed to balance across those dicks to the other side. You've lost a good bit of weight, but for once, you don't envy your opponents' task. [[Let's walk across then.|Week 4, Day 3 - Let'sa go]] Or maybe you want to prepare yourself with [[an item?|Week 4, Day 3 - Male Item]]

Apprehensively, you step through the door. Was picking female a mistake? Maybe the trap will be more punishing. Most traps were designed to make you more feminine, so maybe they'll feminise you twice as hard for giving in so easily, announcing that you actually want these things to happen to you. Once you actually take in your surroundings, those thoughts are forgotten, because it all looks quite underwhelming. <<if $payments is 4 or $robertAlly is 1>>Before you, you see the scene that was described to you already. <<endif>>There's a piece of candy lying on the ground, pink, and, at closer inspection shaped just like a... a penis. <<if $eatMonday is 1 or $eatTuesday is 1 or $eatWednesday is 1 or $eatThursday is 1>>Hold on, you know these! Ohhh, the memories of these slowly melting in your mouth, feeling their fluids ruining all through your body...<<set $horniness += 1>><<else>>It's really not the craziest thing you've seen yet, so maybe you shouldn't be surprised.<<endif>> What's really peculiar about it though is that there seems to be a key in the middle. Looking across the room and seeing a door, you're more than ready to assume it is locked, and that you need to get at this key somehow to unlock it. <<if $brainDrain gte 7 and $fetishChoker is 0>>Well, that's easy peasy, you just [[shove it up your snatch|Week 4, Day 3 - Into the Pussy It Goes]] and wait till it melts @@.pink;*teehee*@@<<else>>You've got a couple options here. [[Bite into it and get to the key fast.|Week 4, Day 3 - Bite the Hand that Feeds You]] The longer you stay in here, the more of a chance your captors have to trap you. [[Suck it until you're in the middle.|Week 4, Day 3 - Get Sucking]] It's candy and you're not a savage. Lick it like a proper human.<<if $payments gte 4 or $robertAlly1 is 1>> [[Put it into your pussy.|Week 4, Day 3 - Into the Pussy It Goes]] You trust the information you got.<<endif>> Maybe you have a useful [[item|Week 4, Day 3 - Female Item]] to take advantage of?<<endif>>

Taking a look down, you can't really see anything, it's pretty much just a black void down there. That should only serve as motivation to do well here, you have no idea what awaits you down there. Alright, you think you're as decently prepared as possible, so let's go right ahead. Stepping up to the wall, you first give a few dicks a good grip, to see how sturdy they are, and whether they can hold your weight. Indeed they can. These guys must've been experimented on like crazy to have pricks this strong. They're nothing like the @@.fetish;pathetic@@ thing you're now packing, not even the one you used to have... Hold on, keep it together, you haven't even started! Whoa, you gotta admit, this is kind of fun. The dicks act a little like springboards whenever you put some weight on them, and it's amusing to naturally bounce up and down. It's also a potential obstacle, so early on you get used to resting a few seconds after stepping on a new dick, just to be on the safe side. <<if $lubeused32 is 1>>That's a good thought in theory, but in practice, you smeared your body with lube for whatever reason and that comes back to bite you in the ass now. You hardly made any progress, standing on the third or fourth cock maybe, when you feel your right foot lose grip and slide backwards, away from the wall and pulling you down towards the chasm. In a last ditch attempt, you clench your fist tightly around one of the upper row cocks, but with it being just as slippery as the rest of your body, the effort is futile and you inevitably <<if $superheroFetish is 1>>[[plunge to your demise.|Week 4, Day 3 - Your Superhero Demise]]<<else>>[[plunge to your demise.|Week 4, Day 3 - Your Demise]]<<endif>>\ \ /*NO LUBE USED, STANDARD PATH*/<<else>>So far so good. You've easily made it across three or four cocks without any issues, and got into a rhythm you feel comfortable with. Just one step after another, same as now. /*HAVE THE CLUE ABOUT COCK PULLING OUT*/<<if $payments gte 4 or $robertAlly is 1>>Here comes the fifth cock though. You were warned it would pull back. You put some weight on it, testing it. For now, it keeps sturdy, they're probably waiting for you to put some real weight onto it. So in an exaggerated way, you press your heel into the traitorous cock and it indeed pulls back quickly, leaving you slightly off-balance. No need to worry though, you prepared well and stand firmly where you left off. <<if $stockingsused3 is 1>>You think you'd have managed without them, but it sure doesn't hurt to be wearing the stockings for some extra grip.<<endif>>\ /*STOCKINGS FOR GOOD FOOTING*/<<elseif $stockingsused3 is 1>>You simply go on like that and are currently shifting your weight onto the next cock, when it suddenly pulls back and your right leg that was just firmly planted onto the dick is now pulling you down. Grasping the cocks above you tightly, you're lucky not to fall down. The stockings you decided to put on are a real help in retaining grip on the one last penis you have to stand on, too, so good call on that! After being a bit shaky for a while, you finally regain your composure atop the last safe dick.\ /*NO CLUES AND NO STOCKINGS*/<<else>>You simply go on like that and are currently shifting your weight onto the next cock, when it suddenly pulls back and your right leg that was just firmly planted onto the dick is now pulling you down. Frantic, you try to reach for a dick above, but the rapid movement unsettles your left foot, which is slipping off the last cock that was still out and that does it. Defeated, you <<if $superheroFetish is 1>>[[plunge to your demise.|Week 4, Day 3 - Your Superhero Demise]]<<else>>[[plunge to your demise.|Week 4, Day 3 - Your Demise]]<<endif>><<endif>> /*CONTINUATION IF YOU DIDN'T FALL*/<<if $payments gte 4 or $robertAlly is 1 or $stockingsused3 is 1>>Alright, alright, calm. You made it this far, and you've survived their first trick. So far, so good. Now you have a larger rift to cross. Twice as large, to be precise, due to the fact that there's one cock missing. /*IF YOU'RE WEARING STOCKINGS AND KNOW ABOUT THE FAKE DICK, YOU WIN IMMEDIATELY*/<<if $stockingsused3 is 1 and $robertAlly is 1>><<set $key3 = 1>>You're well-prepared both in terms of information and physical aid, so the large step is no problem for you at all. You've made it across in no time, and don't experience any issues after that, wow! Being safe on the other side feels good. Really good. What's even better is the key you notice lying next to your feet. Brilliant! Proud of yourself, you take a little rest [[right there.|Week 4, Day 3 - End of Day Male]]\ <<elseif $stockingsused3 is 1 and $payments gte 4>><<set $key3 = 1>>You're well-prepared both in terms of information and physical aid, so the large step is no problem for you at all. You've made it across in no time, and don't experience any issues after that, wow! Being safe on the other side feels good. Really good. What's even better is the key you notice lying next to your feet. Brilliant! Proud of yourself, you take a little rest [[right there.|Week 4, Day 3 - End of Day Male]]\ /*EITHER KNOWING THE INFORMATION OR WEARING THE STOCKINGS, BUT NOT BOTH*/<<else>>While you were somewhat prepared for this, you still don't feel sure in the face of this physical challenge. Figuring that a jump on such a bouncy "platform" makes no sense at all and would likely plunge you into certain doom, you grab two cocks far up and far to the side you want to go. Then, you just stretch your legs to reach the other side. This awkward position forces you into the direction of the wall a little bit, and one of the cocks bumps into your forehead, right between your eyebrows. It probably looks really silly, but its scent still wafts into your nostrils, distracting you. You can't believe you're acting like this, your knees are turning to pudding. <<if $addiction gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>Images flood your head. Images that feature you, on your knees, in a certain office doing certain things. What these have in common are the copious amounts of cum deposited on your face, in your mouth, your throat, your stomach. With these images come memories of @@.azure;the taste@@... Hmmmm, you could have a little taste right now. Just a little. [[A tiny drop before you move on, promise.|Week 4, Day 3 - Tonight We Dine in Heaven]]\ <<elseif $horniness gte 5>>Images flood your head. Images that feature you, on your knees, in a certain office doing certain things. What these have in common are the copious amounts of cum deposited on your face, in your mouth, your throat, your stomach. With these images come memories of @@.azure;the taste@@... Hmmmm, you could have a little taste right now. Just a little. [[A tiny drop before you move on, promise.|Week 4, Day 3 - Tonight We Dine in Heaven]]\ /*NO HORNINESS AND NO ADDICTION MEANS SAFETY*/<<else>><<set $key3 = 1>>Shaking your head, you force yourself to get your shit together and just hop past it, landing securely and making it to the other side before the scent takes you away once more. Being safe on the other side feels good. Really good. What's even better is the key you notice lying next to your feet. Brilliant! Proud of yourself, you take a little rest [[right there.|Week 4, Day 3 - End of Day Male]]<<endif>><<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>

Your items: <<if $lube is 0 and $stockings is 0>><em>You don't have any items, you silly bitch!</em>\ \ <<else>><<if $lube is 1>> [[Lube|Week 4, Day 3 - Let'sa go][$lubeused32 = 1, $lube = 0]] - Is this such a good idea? You're not sure what for, but yeah, you could cover yourself in lube and prepare your holes a little, to be on the safe side.<<endif>><<if $stockings is 1>> [[Stockings|Week 4, Day 3 - Let'sa go][$stockingsused3 = 1, $stockings = 0]] - Sure, you could pull on the stockings, maybe they'll help keep your footing?<<endif>><<endif>> <<back>>

<<set $tightclothes = 1>><<set $shirt = "a tight, neon pink latex dress, squashing your massive tits">><<set $bra = "no bra -- @@.fetish;of course@@ --">><<set $bottomwear = "the skirt of your latex dress, barely containing your juicy ass and accentuating it, while severely restricting your now swaying hips,">><<set $underwear = "no underwear -- @@.fetish;for full effect@@ --">><<set $naked = 0>>Your fall is quite long, and only serves to humiliate you further by highlighting your failure. No wonder you didn't see what's down here, with as far as you're travelling, arms and legs hanging upwards as your rear points down. There's no panic within you; you know they wouldn't kill you, or anything like that. They're much more interested in mutilating your mind than your body. You're proven right when something indeed catches you. It feels like a blanket, and stretches very, very far down to brake your fall. As it extends further down, parts of it come loose and the sheet reveals itself to be multi-layered. While you're still lying in the blanket, the layer of it that came loose is starting to encase you. The material is relatively stretchy, but it's still wrapping you up so tightly that there's not a millilitre of air inside, with your arms uncomfortably pressed against your ears. Having come into contact with it a lot over the past few weeks, you discern that it's latex which is enveloping you, but that's the least of your problems. Now that you find yourself deprived of air, you indeed start to panic, your chest heaving as you're gasping for air. Inexplicably, this scenario is really turning you on, and you feel your penis grow erect and pressing up against your belly, wrapped in the tight cloth. At the last second, you feel something cut open a blanket, which drops you harshly a metre or so on the floor, knocking the last breath of air out of you. Immediately afterwards, the presumably same cutting instrument is neatly making two incisions into the latex; one over your mouth, one over your butt, before lifting the top piece and allowing you eyesight and the freedom of breathing again. While the latter is much appreciated, the former is proving to be your <em>real</em> downfall. In your current position, on your back, restrained from movement, and only recently being allowed air and sight, you're more than surprised when you are able to focus on your surroundings and realise you've been staring at a screen for easily half a minute now. Your first instinct is to close your eyes quickly and avert them, but the pretty colours on the screen ask you not to and you want to be a @@.gold;good girl@@, so you obey and watch. Watch and believe. Across your eyeballs, reflecting images of women wearing tight dresses dance and disappear. Except they're not <em>exactly</em> women. Every one of them has a cute, but noticeable, girly cock hanging between her legs. Then again, most of them are erect too, and usually tucked beneath the tight dresses, forming a lewd contour across their bellies. How do they look to you? [[They look beautiful.|Week 4, Day 3 - Beautiful Demise]] [[They look shameful.|Week 4, Day 3 - Shameful Demise]]

<<if $horniness gte 2>><<set $horniness -= 2>><<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 1>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<endif>>\ \ /*DUMMIES DON'T GET A KEY*/<<if $brainDrain gte 7>>Hmmm, that feels good. And you can totally feel it working already! The candy's going all prickly and runny and starts dripping out of you<<if $superheroFetish is 1>> and past your panties<<endif>>. What's happening now? Whoa... it's getting really hot down there! H-Haaaaaah, that feels nice. You start sliding the candy in and out of your pussy, the soft, malleable material sliding gently against your walls. Feeling your need amplify, you start genuinely pumping the candy in and out of you, held by its weirdly shaped stick. You don't manage to keep it up for more than thirty seconds though, because you hear a clattering sound and don't feel the cocksicle inside you any more. Frustrated and flustered, you look down and can't find it anymore! All that's in your head is the weird, flat, rectangular base that still has some specks of candy on it, and on the floor is a metal key. That's probably what caused the noise.\ \ /*SMARTIES DO GET A KEY*/<<else>><<set $key3 = 1>>Well, you've been told this is the solution, so here you go, inserting candy into your vagina, like a normal person would. To your relief, you can immediately tell it's working. Looking at it, there's already some pink juice running out of your pussy, which can only come from the quickly... the quickly... heating... candy. Damn, you can tell it's dissolving, but it gives off so much heat, and so well-directed... You can't help but gently press your hips into your hand that's holding the candy inside, and start rocking your pelvis back and forth. Seeking release, you're all the more frustrated when all you're granted is a clattering sound and the base of the candy you were just grinding against. Frustrated and flustered, you look down and see that the candy is gone entirely. On the floor lies the metal key you were trying to obtain and your hand still holds the stick that's still smeared with the pink substance. Hold on, that's not really a stick. It's flat and rectangular, but the size of a credit card. This looks like a keycard! Score, this can probably open up another place, and you've got the key for the door on the other end too!<<endif>> Still, the whole experience has got you extremely worked up. Unlocking the door and stepping through, you crumble, fall to the floor, and can't stop yourself from touching your whole body and end up fingerfucking yourself for longer than you care to mention. Under your wall-shattering cries, pussy juice gushes out of you and pools on the floor. It's nothing compared to how hot the candy got you, but at least you cooled off a little bit. Now, let's see [[what to do next.|Week 4, Day 3 - End of Day Female]] <<if $lubeused32 is 1>>Doesn't look like the lube did anything though. Pity. <<endif>><<if $glassesused3 is 1>>You can't even imagine how cool you must have looked with your sunglasses on, damn. You hope somebody was watching.<<endif>>

<<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 2>><<set $horniness = 0>><<else>><<set $loads += 2>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<set $creampies4 += 3>>This is a challenge, and every moment you spend here is a moment you can be caught in a trap. For now, the candy seems harmless, so the best thing to do would probably be to hurry it up. Taking the candy in your hand, give it a few licks, and before letting yourself be overtaken by the lovely flavour, give it a good bite up to the key. Alright, bit into it from this side, now to turn it around 90 degrees and bite from the other so you can pull the candy off the-- what's that movement over there in your peripheral vision? But that's... oh fuck. Three guys are briskly walking over to you, sitting there with your candy, and they don't look like they want a chat. Specifically their dicks, which are already semi-hard. They're bringing several contraptions along with them, and you don't care to get a closer look at them. Sadly, it looks like you won't have much of a chance. Before you are up to your legs, one of the guys is already standing right in front of you, and while you turn around grabs you from behind. His grip on you is unyielding, he even wrapped his arms around yours, so you can't even punch him or anything. Stomping his feet proves just as ineffective and he lets you flail around a little longer until you've exhausted yourself. As soon as you have, the dude heaves you onto a weird chair -- kinda looks like they stole it from a dentist -- the other two were apparently carrying and lets you go. Before you can make a first move, all three are busily grabbing some limb of yours and tying it either to another part of your body, or to the chair. Legs, ankles, thighs, chest, arms, wrists; all are rendered useless by the countless straps and ankles that leave only your head mobile, and your whole body rather exposed. The cherry on top is the first guy's shit-eating grin right now. He's happy because of what he's holding. A gag, connected with a thick leather strap, though the part that holds your mouth open is metal, and hollow. That means anything can enter your mouth. Cereal, bananas, fingers, cocks. You wonder which one you're gonna get. The real highlight of this little tool is its four little extensions at the diagonal "corners" of the ring. They're thin metal bars that hug your cheeks and make it impossible to move the gag even a millimetre, it's as tight as they come. [img[images/spidergag.jpg]] You're in for a ride now. Without further ado, one guy enters your willing mouth with one sharp thrust, your throat emitting lewd squelching noises. From behind, you can already feel another penis resting at your entrance, while the last man seems to be partial to feet, and with the help of yours starts massaging his meat. After the first hesitants strokes, you receive a legitimate pounding from behind, with every thrust being accompanied by a loud smacking of your ass cheeks against the guy's pelvis. The same story plays out in the front, where the man you're fellating has got more confident, and his balls slap into your chin just as lewdly as the pelvis of the other dude does against your butt. What's weird is that the guy at your feet is being really calm and gentle, so you decide to reward him by turning your feet inward. This way, he has your soft soles stroking his cock, not the bony sides of your feet. He seems to show his appreciation of that gesture by caressing your calves lovingly, what a weird fellow. The craziness of the thought that you're taking massive cock all the way into your throat without being able to move an inch hasn't even occurred to you. It's not your first one @@.azure;and it won't be the last@@. When the guy in front suddenly bursts into orgasm and @@.azure;feeds@@ you a sizeable serving of semen, you're completely unprepared. You @@.azure;prided yourself on@@ the fact that you'd become aware of when a guy unloads inside you, but didn't expect to be so reliant on your lips, which are currently mere decoration, as they're too far apart to get a reading on the dick in between them. The surprising erotic display triggers an orgasm of your own, and your pussy clenching tightly is causing a chain reaction, setting off the guy behind as well. Quickly thereafter you're filled with warmth and heat. @@.pink;You're in heat alright...@@ Sperm seems to run through your veins, and you show the poor guy in the very back some love too, rocking up and down a little to get him to shoot his load an impressive distance over your butt and spine<<if $superheroFetish is 1>>, staining your boob tube a little<<endif>>. Without hesitation, the guys walk around you, exchanging positions. Even your feet are occupied by another guy, seems like these aren't the pickiest specimens. As you said, in for a ride... <hr> The chair below you is squeaking and crying almost as loudly as you are while the men abuse both it and you. One of many torrents of cum swarms through and over your body as the guys empty their inexplicably productive balls all across your skin, which serves as their canvas, and is coated white enough to actually look like one. Already swallowing down the next load you'd been gifted in preparation for the next cock to appears before you, you stick out your tongue to guide the dick that will soon appear. Except it doesn't, to your surprise. Instead, the guys are stretching themselves out a little, and start leisurely untying you. It seems like you've survived this challenge. @@.azure;Come on, don't act like it was some sort of punishment. Those moans were probably audible through half the facility...@@ When you're free again, your legs are more than a little wobbly, and you fall back onto the chair, but first. The guys take their leave but you can still hear their distant voices in the empty, echo-friendly room. @@.blue;"Can you believe she bit into the lollipop? Fucking barbarian, I'm telling you man,"@@ he tells his friend. He's got a point... Anyway, you've made it through the day. Perhaps not too successfully, but you can't say you weren't having @@.azure;fun@@, your internal voice is right about that much. Still, perhaps that was entertainment enough for one day.<<if $lubeused32 is 1>> Using the lube was a good idea, but ultimately pointless. Your pussy and mouth know how to take a pounding by now, so you didn't get any use out of the lube. Crap.<<endif>><<if $glassesused3 is 1>> Although they were chatting about how you're a savage, you're sure they thought you looked really cool with your sweet sunglasses!<<endif>><<if $throatclit is 1>> While the acts themselves didn't leave you sore at all, the new clit you've been given in your throat sure worked on overdrive tonight. Now that it's adapted to the usage it's got, it's begging for more.<<set $horniness = 2>><<endif>> With that over, you can pick up the key you wanted to have hours ago, unlock the door and [[continue with the day.|Week 4, Day 3 - End of Day Female]]

What else are you supposed to do, right? You don't have a good feeling biting into it -- the situation may be desperate, but you're not going to ruin perfectly good teeth -- that seems like a mislead. Just play along, they probably expected you to suck on it, and you'll get through the trap. How bad can it be? With that decision in mind, you pick up the lollipop and slip it into your mouth. Whoa, these<<if $eatMonday is 1 or $eatTuesday is 1 or $eatWednesday is 1 or $eatThursday is 1>> still<<endif>> taste amazing! You'd expected it to taste like cum or something -- @@.azure;and it's almost as good@@ -- but it's really sweet! So sweet and nice in fact that you're starting to forget everything around you, like it's dulling your senses. You're just kneeling on the floor, enjoying your candy. It feels good to catch a break. There's a light pressure on your hips. Hmm, weird. @@.pink;Maybe you're getting fat from the sugar real fast *teehee*@@ Alright, that's just silly. Whoa, your vision is angled downward, what's up with that. Oh look, somebody's lying beneath you! Hey there! You smile widely at him while you're licking away at your cocksicle. He hugs you tight, so your head is resting on his chest, although you don't feel much of him. He's a little warm, you guess. Angling your head sideways to keep sucking on your lovely lollicock, you see another guy behind you. Hey to you too! It's getting crowded in here, isn't it? Ooph, it's getting bumpy there! You're starting to bounce up and down all of a sudden, what's up with that? You don't mind though. To the contrary, weeeeeeeeeeee, this is fun! Now that you think about it, the pressure on your hips is still there, and now there's even more a little bit further down. It keeps changing too. No pressure, then pressure, no pressure, then pressure again. You look behind, never stopping your licking, and see the guy behind rocking back and forth, just like you! You bet he has tons of fun too, this is great. After... no idea actually, but after, @@.pink;like@@, a while, the guy behind stops rocking and is pressing against you real hard, not that you'd notice it much. All of a sudden, you heat up tons from inside, feels way warmer than the guy below you does. Now that you mention him, he's also pressing hard against you. Whoa, another burst of heat! This is totally weird, but your candy is still super delicious, and the warmth feels nice, so you're totally okay with it. The guy below slips out from under you, and the pressure below your hips disappears. Rude! They didn't even say goodbye. It's not all that bad though, because only a couple... ummm... a super short time passes before there's another guy underneath you, looking right at your face. You wave cutely to greet him, which takes about as much energy as you could muster besides licking the lollicock. With the guy below you comes another from behind, and the pressure returns as well! Once again complete, you rest your head on the bottom guy's chest and continue going at your delicious candy. <hr> Sighing, you give your cocksicle its last lick. That was over <em>way</em> too fast! The guys have left what must've been a pretty long time ago, so you stand up, but fail. Can't even stand up, you're such a @@.pink;silly girl@@. Turning your head as far as it will, you see two little metal poles next to your hips with a strap connecting to you. You were tied to these tiny pillars the whole time, so that's what that weird pressure on your hips was all about! You reach back with your arm and easily undo the very simple restraint that was enough to keep you in place for the whole day. It was fun though, and you wouldn't want to miss a moment! Still a little dizzy, you stand up and grab the key that was inside that magnificent candy. As you do, your pussy and ass gush an amount of semen that you would. not. believe. The substances <em>slam</em> into the ground and easily spread metres wide in every direction. Damn, you feel as light as a feather now, you knew something was waying you down. Looking down at your pussy, it's really red and sensitive, you can tell you must've had one orgasm back there at least.<<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<set $creampies4 += 5>> Anyway, now that your sense return to you, you're quite happy that you so leisurely left this latest challenge behind and have [[finished your responsibilities for the day.|Week 4, Day 3 - End of Day Female]] <<if $glassesused3 is 1>>And don't forget how cool you must have looked with your sweet sunglasses on! <<endif>><<if $lubeused32 is 1>>The lube didn't really do anything with how dulled your senses were. Shit, what a waste.<<endif>>

Your items: <<if $lube is 0 and $glasses is 0>><em>You don't have any items, you silly bitch!</em>\ \ <<else>><<if $lube is 1>> [[Lube|Week 4, Day 3 - Female Item Choice][$lubeused32 = 1, $lube = 0]] - Sure, maybe the lube will help, you get some into your holes and ready yourself.<<endif>><<if $glasses is 1>> [[Glasses|Week 4, Day 3 - Female Item Choice][$glassesused3 = 1, $glasses = 0]] - Ummm, what? O-Of course, you'll look way cooler eating candy with sunglasses on. This will work.<<endif>><<endif>> <<back>>

Alright, you prepared yourself with an item. Now you only need to think about what you want to do with the candy before you. [[Bite into it and get to the key fast.|Week 4, Day 3 - Bite the Hand that Feeds You]] The longer you stay in here, the more of a chance your captors have to trap you. [[Suck it until you're in the middle.|Week 4, Day 3 - Get Sucking]] It's candy and you're not a savage. Lick it like a proper human.<<if $payments gte 4 or $robertAlly is 1>> [[Put it into your pussy.|Week 4, Day 3 - Into the Pussy It Goes]] You trust the information you got.<<endif>>

If your senses don't betray you, it should be Wednesday, and you've left the trap for today behind you. That means you've made it through half the week already. That's a load off your mind. So with a calm mind it is that you finally [[find sleep.|Week 4, Day 4 - Morning]]

<<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<set $horniness = 1>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<set $horniness = 3>><<endif>><<set $key3 = 1>>The cock in front of you gets a playful lick. @@.azure;*teehee*@@ It twitched a little! So does your heart, reacquainted with that delightful, distant memory of a sweaty dick's taste. It's what's hidden inside that gets you going though, and you'll need more than a cute little lick to get it out of there. Y-You only want some pre-cum anyway, you'll be fine then. Just need a tiny hit. Your stomach grumbles in agreement and begs you for more. A mix between a sigh and a moan escapes your lips as you reciprocate the sentiment and open them up for @@.azure;feeding@@. Being spoiled for choice and every one of the cocks before you being an absolute marvel, you simply plunge yourself on the one right before you, which you hesitantly licked and appreciated already. As usual for you, it takes no time until you hear grunts and sighs echo from behind the wall. @@.azure;Damn girl, still got it.@@ The lack of practice hasn't hurt your skills at all, you can feel your lips pulsate in rhythm with the cock's throbbing. Disappointingly fast, a loud @@.blue;"OH MY GOD!"@@ pierces the walls and hints that your insides are about to be coated white. Poor guy can't have had many orgasms lately, his balls are so happy to be emptied inside you they almost seem to retract into his pelvis, so hard are they tightening to shoot your rightful @@.azure;meal@@ inside you. Swallowing easily 100 ml of cum -- about average for a guy, right? -- your hunger is calmed, but hardly sated. Fortunately, there's no scarcity of food to go around. @@.azure;"Alright boys, who's feeling full tonight?"@@ you shout excitedly. Behind the wall, muffled, confident laughter can be heard, and you can see hips in your periphery pressing painfully hard against the holes in the wall, making the rods in front seem even larger. You're up for a fun night... <hr> You're lying flat on your belly on the other side of the bridge. Those bottom-row monster cocks looked so tempting that your heart tore itself apart, but they're so difficult to reach. Fortunately, you've worked out the solution with the bridge and are currently bending your throat to extreme proportions. Finally a cock to fulfill your needs... <<if $throatclit is 1>>And a cock to make you climax!<<endif>> After sucking off roughly ten or twelve, you finally reached orgasm on the last piece of meat<<if $throatclit is 1>>, but this one shot you over the edge right away once more<<endif>>. <<if $throatclit is 1>>You love this modification, what would you do without it? Juices shoot from your <<if $penis is 1>>excited boyclit<<else>>gushing pussy<<endif>> onto the floor and run down in to the mysterious abyss, which you'd pretty much forgotten before you went to work on your first customer. Your brain is all @@.azure;cocks@@ right now.<<else>>That orgasm was something you really fucking needed. You still feel pretty horny since you're going at the turbocock embedded into your throat, but damn, was it ever worth it.<<endif>> Your hard work on the hard rod in your mouth is rewarded with the biggest load you've felt in your life, and the first one ever that your mouth was not built for, couldn't have been built for. It shoots into you with such force that, though the first spurts are injected straight into your stomach, the cock is propelled out of your throat, shooting cum against the walls of your mouth which bounces off and out of your lips, dripping down your chin while a massive load pools on your tongue. That... tha... ooh, you just got a little dizzy from that. Cautiously closing your mouth to avoid losing any of your prize, you actually need two gulps to get the rest of this massive torrent of juice down. Hold on, there's something solid in there... Picking around in your mouth with numb fingers, you fish out a metal object. Looks like a key? @@.azure;You'll take anything into your mouth, won't you?@@ Regardless of how that got <em>there</em>, you put it away and are glad you found something that will hopefully be useful. Utterly sated, you slump down on your back and have fulfilled your task. Well, two of them, but crossing the bridge wasn't all that interesting. It's not that you made it, it's <em>how</em> you got here. The journey is the real reward. Nonetheless, after resting a bit, you're [[relieved that you reached the other side|Week 4, Day 3 - End of Day Male]] so @@.azure;productively@@.

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattooname = "@@.gold;Asian Airhead@@">>Here you are, in @@.gunther;Gunther@@'s parlour, who's standing behind you, looking at your bare, @@.gold;voluptuous@@ ass, a loudly buzzing tattoo needle placed firmly in his right hand. You shortly consider giving him the doe eyes and appealing to him to stop, but that's not going to work, and it's not his fault anyway. @@.gold;It's yours.@@ It's <em>hers</em>. It's inevitable though, and the needle digs itself into the small of your back. The pain is negligible. It's the humiliation that gets you. The humiliation to know that these changes are permanently locked within your brain, because you couldn't show restraint, and because <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> decided to put you through this in the first place. The whole affair is done with more quickly than you imagined, @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is really gifted at his craft. While the whole experience and its effects are embarrassing, imagine how it would be if you were sent to some garage of a hillbilly with some moonshine for disinfecting, a sowing needle and some ink? That's really all that keeps you going while @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you to examine his most recent @@.gold;masterpiece@@. He's back quickly with a full-length mirror on wheels to give you just the shock you were waiting for. <center><strong>@@.asiantattoo;Asian Airhead@@</strong></center> It's really @@.gold;fantastically@@ slutty, there's no two ways about it. The tattoo is well-written in a gaudy, but not crazy unbearable font. Its texture seems shinier than you've seen normal tattoos, kind of like it's a vinyl that was just glued to the top of your ass. @@.gold;Luckily@@-- sadly, it's unremovable. You tried, a lot. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ seems somewhat disappointed with that reaction, but you reassure him that he's done terrific work, and that you were just still coping with the unique apperance of that corporation-supplied ink. With that, you have finally concluded your most recent visit to the parlour. In noticeably lower spirits, and with slumped shoulders, both of you say goodbye and head to [[the clinic next.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]]

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattooname = "@@.gold;Vietnamese Vacuum@@">>Here you are, in @@.gunther;Gunther@@'s parlour, who's standing behind you, looking at your bare, @@.gold;voluptuous@@ ass, a loudly buzzing tattoo needle placed firmly in his right hand. You shortly consider giving him the doe eyes and appealing to him to stop, but that's not going to work, and it's not his fault anyway. @@.gold;It's yours.@@ It's <em>hers</em>. It's inevitable though, and the needle digs itself into the small of your back. The pain is negligible. It's the humiliation that gets you. The humiliation to know that these changes are permanently locked within your brain, because you couldn't show restraint, and because <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> decided to put you through this in the first place. The whole affair is done with more quickly than you imagined, @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is really gifted at his craft. While the whole experience and its effects are embarrassing, imagine how it would be if you were sent to some garage of a hillbilly with some moonshine for disinfecting, a sowing needle and some ink? That's really all that keeps you going while @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you to examine his most recent @@.gold;masterpiece@@. He's back quickly with a full-length mirror on wheels to give you just the shock you were waiting for. <center><strong>@@.asiantattoo;Vietnamese Vacuum@@</strong></center> It's really @@.gold;fantastically@@ slutty, there's no two ways about it. The tattoo is well-written in a gaudy, but not crazy unbearable font. Its texture seems shinier than you've seen normal tattoos, kind of like it's a vinyl that was just glued to the top of your ass. @@.gold;Luckily@@-- sadly, it's unremovable. You tried, a lot. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ seems somewhat disappointed with that reaction, but you reassure him that he's done terrific work, and that you were just still coping with the unique apperance of that corporation-supplied ink. With that, you have finally concluded your most recent visit to the parlour. In noticeably lower spirits, and with slumped shoulders, both of you say goodbye and head to [[the clinic next.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]]

If your senses don't betray you, it should be Wednesday, and you've left the trap for today behind you. That means you've made it through half the week already. That's a load off your mind. So with a calm mind it is that you finally [[find sleep.|Week 4, Day 4 - Morning]]

You made it to the end again, congrats! I don't think I have that much to say... As always, feedback on balancing is more than appreciated, since I think money is still too ubiquitous, and stat raises have been controversially difficult from Day One, according to some :3 I say you people are just primed for @@.pink;sluttitude@@. Also, tell me how hard it was for you to resist the choker in Week 4! Expect lots of bugs, because I'm still retarded. Doesn't look like that's gonna change~ I tested the story twice and already fixed some quite glaring problems. I expect many more exist. Things will probably slow down over the next couple months... University and shit. Just as a heads-up, don't expect too much progress. Linear stories are probably gonna get some more love then, and Choker Change a little less. It can't be helped. That's all, except a potentially spoiler-y bit below. See ya! There was one thing I was concerned about. If you <strong>had a pussy in Week 4</strong> or <strong>didn't fail</strong> the trap on Day 3 as a shemale, this will be a <strong>SPOILER</strong>: <hr> As it is, the Tight Clothes fetish overrides the Superhero Clothing fetish. This is really just because I didn't know how to balance this. Do you have any ideas how best to handle it? I was thinking about just writing some lines about the Superhero Outfit getting tighter and tighter, and your sissy clit peeking out of the panties, but wasn't sure whether people would be happy with that. Tell me what you think. More spoiler-y bits following, where I suggest a few fun scenes that you can try. Read at your own discretion! -Players with a dick have a different main trap on Day 3 than players with a pussy -Making all 4 payments to Lucas has a large impact on the first day. If you made them all, try it with less than 4, and vice versa. -If you make less than three payments (2, 1 or 0), the first day will again be different. If you pick every option EXCEPT the left hand, you'll get a neat little scene with a small easter egg, in case somebody notices. I apologise in advance to the person I'm teasing~ -The Robert meeting on Day 2 is different depending on how much he likes you. If you get him to be neutral, you'll be in for a surprise, and a little teaser. Use this link to help you figure out how much Robert likes you (based on the Cumslut Week): http://i.imgur.com/gvhet7n.png -Try using the lube before walking through the Groping Hallway and choose to go through the middle. It works! (isn't too impressive though) -If you still have a dick, either use the lube before trying to cross the unfinished bridge, or do that challenge with Addiction at least 5, and not wearing the choker. (two different scenes) I think that's all the interesting stuff. Of course, going in blind is always better! ;) Take care, my little @@.pink;sluts@@. Don't forget that the Google Forms poll is still running! (link is in the forum thread OP) I aaaaalways love to hear from you <3

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattooname = "@@.gold;Chinese Cumdump@@">>Here you are, in @@.gunther;Gunther@@'s parlour, who's standing behind you, looking at your bare, @@.gold;voluptuous@@ ass, a loudly buzzing tattoo needle placed firmly in his right hand. You shortly consider giving him the doe eyes and appealing to him to stop, but that's not going to work, and it's not his fault anyway. @@.gold;It's yours.@@ It's <em>hers</em>. It's inevitable though, and the needle digs itself into the small of your back. The pain is negligible. It's the humiliation that gets you. The humiliation to know that these changes are permanently locked within your brain, because you couldn't show restraint, and because <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> decided to put you through this in the first place. The whole affair is done with more quickly than you imagined, @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is really gifted at his craft. While the whole experience and its effects are embarrassing, imagine how it would be if you were sent to some garage of a hillbilly with some moonshine for disinfecting, a sowing needle and some ink? That's really all that keeps you going while @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you to examine his most recent @@.gold;masterpiece@@. He's back quickly with a full-length mirror on wheels to give you just the shock you were waiting for. <center><strong>@@.asiantattoo;Chinese Cumdump@@</strong></center> It's really @@.gold;fantastically@@ slutty, there's no two ways about it. The tattoo is well-written in a gaudy, but not crazy unbearable font. Its texture seems shinier than you've seen normal tattoos, kind of like it's a vinyl that was just glued to the top of your ass. @@.gold;Luckily@@-- sadly, it's unremovable. You tried, a lot. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ seems somewhat disappointed with that reaction, but you reassure him that he's done terrific work, and that you were just still coping with the unique apperance of that corporation-supplied ink. With that, you have finally concluded your most recent visit to the parlour. In noticeably lower spirits, and with slumped shoulders, both of you say goodbye and head to [[the clinic next.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]]

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Throatfuck Trollop@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"How raunchy, you naughty girl... I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"OMG@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, are you sure you're allowed to say that?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ starts blushing. @@.bunny;"@@@@.pink;Sis@@ @@.bunny;is so grown up and sexy!"@@ You hate to admit it, but the little sister gimmick is working on you right now. Yeah, better not to admit it.<<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.<<elseif $bimboTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.azure;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your regal title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before bouncing around you and your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.bunny;"Okie, so now we've got the tattoo all nice and finished. It's so cuuuuuute, I wish I had gotten one. Oh well, I could buy that pretty purse I saw yesterday instead. Hmmmmm..."@@ She considers this for quite some time, until you try to refocus her attention. @@.bunny;"Oh yes, um, so now we go do the next stuff!"@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Throatfuck Trollop@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"How raunchy, you naughty girl... I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"What a devious title, I can see your true colours shining through here. An excellent choice, my dear."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly.<<if $cumslut is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.orange;Bridget@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.orange;"Actually, I'll get one too. Same place, same size.@@ @@.azure;'Sperm Gourmet'@@ @@.orange; for me, please."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. @@.orange;Bridget@@ must be quite affected by the choker herself... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $cumslut is 2>> @@.orange;Bridget@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $cumslut is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.orange;Bridget@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your naughty name@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far.<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.orange;"That concludes our business at the salon. I feel more connected to you already. However, I still have one more proposition to offer, after that, we return to your apartment, no agendas left"@@, she tells you, a hint of a smile adorning her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattooname = "@@.pink;Naughty Nympho@@">><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Straight and to the point. I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Ooooh, that's so true! That's gonna look super pretty!"@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of excitement. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly.<<if $bimbo is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.bunny;"Actually, I wanna get one too. Same place, same size.@@ @@.pink;'Tasty Titties'@@ @@.bunny; for me, please *giggle*."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. Then again, it kind of doesn't... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $bimbo is 2>> @@.bunny;Bunny@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $bimbo is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding @@.pink;your new title@@, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.pink;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.pink;your new title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far.<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.bunny;"OMG, you look so cute! We're still not done though, there's another hot idea I've got to talk to you about!"@@ [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattooname = "@@.pink;Voluptuous Vixen@@">><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Ooh, didn't know there was that much brain left in your head. Impressive!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Vol... what? Anyway, sounds kinda funny, I bet it's gonne be cute on you!"@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of excitement. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ seems quite alienated by the word Vixen, though you can't figure out why. He agrees to do the tattoo regardless, of course.<<if $bimbo is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.bunny;"Actually, I wanna get one too. Same place, same size.@@ @@.pink;'Tasty Titties'@@ @@.bunny; for me, please *giggle*."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. Then again, it kind of doesn't... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $bimbo is 2>> @@.bunny;Bunny@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $bimbo is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding @@.pink;your new title@@, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.pink;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.pink;your new title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far.<<endif>> <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.bunny;"OMG, you look so cute! We're still not done though, there's another hot idea I've got to talk to you about!"@@ [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Princess Oral@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"How raunchy, you naughty girl... I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"What a devious title, I can see your true colours shining through here. An excellent choice, my dear."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly.<<if $cumslut is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.orange;Bridget@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.orange;"Actually, I'll get one too. Same place, same size.@@ @@.azure;'Sperm Gourmet'@@ @@.orange; for me, please."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. @@.orange;Bridget@@ must be quite affected by the choker herself... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $cumslut is 2>> @@.orange;Bridget@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $cumslut is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.orange;Bridget@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your naughty name@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far.<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.orange;"That concludes our business at the salon. I feel more connected to you already. However, I still have one more proposition to offer, after that, we return to your apartment, no agendas left"@@, she tells you, a hint of a smile adorning her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattooname = "@@.pink;Naughty Nympho@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Straight and to the point. I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Very succinct. You've grasped perfectly what you are. I'm proud of you, dear."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of excitement. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.\ <<elseif $cumslutTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.pink;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding @@.pink;your new title@@, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.pink;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.pink;your new title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before admiring your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.orange;"So we have that taken care of. Always a pleasure to be here. I'm certain you got quite excited as well, whatever your mouth might say. Your body speaks its own language. Now, onward to our next stop."@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattoo = 1>><<set $bimboTattooname = "@@.pink;Voluptuous Vixen@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Ooh, didn't expect that much brain to be left in your head. Impressive!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"Very succinct. You've grasped perfectly what you are. I'm proud of you, dear."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of excitement. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. As reluctant as @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ who always seems to react alienated when he hears the word Vixen. He agrees to do the tattoo regardless. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.\ <<elseif $cumslutTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.pink;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding @@.pink;your new title@@, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.pink;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.pink;your new title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before admiring your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.orange;"So we have that taken care of. Always a pleasure to be here. I'm certain you got quite excited as well, whatever your mouth might say. Your body speaks its own language. Now, onward to our next stop."@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Princess Oral@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"How raunchy, you naughty girl... I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"OMG@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, are you sure you're allowed to say that?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ starts blushing. @@.bunny;"@@@@.pink;Sis@@ @@.bunny;is so grown up and sexy!"@@ You hate to admit it, but the little sister gimmick is working on you right now. Yeah, better not to admit it.<<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.<<elseif $bimboTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.azure;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your regal title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before bouncing around you and your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.bunny;"Okie, so now we've got the tattoo all nice and finished. It's so cuuuuuute, I wish I had gotten one. Oh well, I could buy that pretty purse I saw yesterday instead. Hmmmmm..."@@ She considers this for quite some time, until you try to refocus her attention. @@.bunny;"Oh yes, um, so now we go do the next stuff!"@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattoo = 1>><<set $asianTattooname = "@@.gold;Bottom Bitch@@">>Here you are, in @@.gunther;Gunther@@'s parlour, who's standing behind you, looking at your bare, @@.gold;voluptuous@@ ass, a loudly buzzing tattoo needle placed firmly in his right hand. You shortly consider giving him the doe eyes and appealing to him to stop, but that's not going to work, and it's not his fault anyway. @@.gold;It's yours.@@ It's <em>hers</em>. It's inevitable though, and the needle digs itself into the small of your back. The pain is negligible. It's the humiliation that gets you. The humiliation to know that these changes are permanently locked within your brain, because you couldn't show restraint, and because <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> decided to put you through this in the first place. The whole affair is done with more quickly than you imagined, @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is really gifted at his craft. While the whole experience and its effects are embarrassing, imagine how it would be if you were sent to some garage of a hillbilly with some moonshine for disinfecting, a sowing needle and some ink? That's really all that keeps you going while @@.gunther;Gunther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you to examine his most recent @@.gold;masterpiece@@. He's back quickly with a full-length mirror on wheels to give you just the shock you were waiting for. <center><strong>@@.asiantattoo;Bottom Bitch@@</strong></center> It's really @@.gold;fantastically@@ slutty, there's no two ways about it. The tattoo is well-written in a gaudy, but not crazy unbearable font. Its texture seems shinier than you've seen normal tattoos, kind of like it's a vinyl that was just glued to the top of your ass. @@.gold;Luckily@@-- sadly, it's unremovable. You tried, a lot. @@.gunther;Gunther@@ seems somewhat disappointed with that reaction, but you reassure him that he's done terrific work, and that you were just still coping with the unique apperance of that corporation-supplied ink. With that, you have finally concluded your most recent visit to the parlour. In noticeably lower spirits, and with slumped shoulders, both of you say goodbye and head to [[the clinic next.|Week 3, Day 7 - Ass Implant Suggestion]]

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Sloppy Slut@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"How raunchy, you naughty girl... I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"What a devious title, I can see your true colours shining through here. An excellent choice, my dear."@@ You hate to admit it, but her approval indeed made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly.<<if $cumslut is 2>> Immediately afterwards, @@.orange;Bridget@@ shortly furrows her eyebrows and speaks up. @@.orange;"Actually, I'll get one too. Same place, same size.@@ @@.azure;'Sperm Gourmet'@@ @@.orange; for me, please."@@ Both you and @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ look at her questioningly, this comes as a bit of a surprise. @@.orange;Bridget@@ must be quite affected by the choker herself... Is that how you'll turn out to be eventually?<<endif>> So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down.<<if $cumslut is 2>> @@.orange;Bridget@@ receives the same treatment from an assistant of @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@'s.<<endif>> As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. He seemed so nice... why is he doing this to you? @@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible. <<if $cumslut is 2>>You realise that, throughout the whole procedure, @@.orange;Bridget@@ isn't saying a word. But... are those moans? Quietly, over the buzzing of the needle there seems to be a rather pleased female groan, persisting for some time. Unbelievable.<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your naughty name@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. And so the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ however, seems ecstatic, as much as you've seen her yet. She also poses in the mirror, some squeals of happiness escaping her lips. You thought she started crying of joy, but fortunately she didn't go that far.<<endif>> <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.orange;Bridget@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, before addressing you. @@.orange;"That concludes our business at the salon. I feel more connected to you already. However, I still have one more proposition to offer, after that, we return to your apartment, no agendas left"@@, she tells you, a hint of a smile adorning her face. [[Oh no, what does she have in store for you?|Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<set $tattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattoo = 1>><<set $cumslutTattooname = "@@.azure;Sloppy Slut@@">><<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"How raunchy, you naughty girl... I love it!" Bonnie@@ laughs brightly, she seems sincerely amused and happy with your choice. You hate to admit that it made you feel a tiny jolt of pride. <small>It was really, really tiny, no need to mention it.</small><<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"OMG@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, are you sure you're allowed to say that?"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ starts blushing. @@.bunny;"@@@@.pink;Sis@@ @@.bunny;is so grown up and sexy!"@@ You hate to admit it, but the little sister gimmick is working on you right now. Yeah, better not to admit it.<<endif>> She then shouts after @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@, who had given you some privacy and withdrew into the back room. In reaction, the tall man jumps a little in surprise, sitting on his stool fidgeting with some tools. He turns around and gives <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<endif>> a questioning look, who in turn beckons him over, signalling that you two have concluded your discussion. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is then instructed on "your" preferences for the tattoo and you sign an agreement form, semi-reluctantly. So you take your place on the special chair, as instructed by the parlour owner, face down. As you've taken your seat and adjusted your clothing to allow access, the loud sound of the needle from behind startles you. No way out now, here we go. Thus, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ begins diligently working away at your lower back. You dread to think of the consequences. After some time has passed, you look back at him, with a pained expression on your face, and he can tell it's not because of the needle. <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>@@.gunther;"Hey, don't look at me like that!"@@, he chastises you, but his expression turns a little guilty right after he says it. @@.gunther;"You signed the form, I have to make a living somehow. If you had not signed, I vould not have given you a tattoo at all, but vhat do you expect of me? Silly voman..."@@, he says with a low, quiet voice, but clearly intended you to hear it. It's true, you shouldn't blame @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for this, he's not responsible.<<elseif $bimboTattoo is 1>>@@.gunther;"Are you really giving me that look again? I told you, just don't sign the stupid form! I really don't understand you, silly voman"@@, @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ complains. His face returns to a rather pained expression though, telling you he actually does feel bad. @@.azure;Next time you should flash him a big smile. Or even better, your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy!@@-- Next time??<<endif>> Trying to shut off all the negative, desperate, hateful thoughts that have crossed your mind since you've come here, you just want to have a few seconds of peace. To not dwell on your situation for at least as long as you're getting that tattoo, already a reminder of your predicament of course. You try to just breathe deeply and let @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ do his work. Surprisingly, it works quite well. The time starts to pass quite quickly, your head nearly free of sorrows, when you hear the accented voice from behind you, announcing that your tattoo is now finished. In the aftermath, you have to say that it still hurts, but it could be worse, you try to rationalise, to keep that positive attitude from a few moments ago. @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ is off to fetch a mirror for you, to take in the final result. And there's a lot to take in. Even disregarding the @@.azure;whorish@@ text, the tattoo is quite eye-catching, @@.azure;just like you want it@@. Small roses wrap themselves around @@.azure;your regal title@@ as you would see them in an incredibly clichÃ© tattoo, but to great effect. The letters themselves are drawn very nicely, but unremarkably. Their shiny, almost sparkly quality, sets them apart from the normal-looking roses very strongly however. Looking from your lower back to your neck, those sparkles and the slightly reflective nature of the ink seem eerily reminiscent of the choker you're currently wearing. Chills run down your spine. <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>It's settled right over your first tattoo. A @@.pink;bimbo@@ and a @@.azure;cumslut@@. How are you going to get out of this?<<endif>> So the next ordeal is done with... you don't even want to imagine what else awaits you today, you've already been through enough. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Alright, that's all for the parlour. Can I just say that you look outstanding and how happy I am for you?"@@ You'd prefer she didn't, but what choice do you have. @@.red;"Thank you very much,@@ @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@@@.red;"@@, she tells the large man while paying him, before addressing you again. @@.red;"That means we can come to my next proposition. I promise it's the last one, after that, we're heading straight back home"@@, she tells you with a devious grin on her face. [[Great. Just great. Let's go then...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Coming off her exhiliration, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally thanks @@.gunther;GÃ¼nther@@ for his services and pays him, but of course not before bouncing around you and your new tattoo. Then she starts talking to you @@.bunny;"Okie, so now we've got the tattoo all nice and finished. It's so cuuuuuute, I wish I had gotten one. Oh well, I could buy that pretty purse I saw yesterday instead. Hmmmmm..."@@ She considers this for quite some time, until you try to refocus her attention. @@.bunny;"Oh yes, um, so now we go do the next stuff!"@@ [[What? More of this? Alright, let's go...|Week 2, Day 7 - Surgery Suggestion - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

You could just let yourself get fucked by them, if you really wanted to... And right now, all those memories are coming back. Memories of @@.gold;kneeling, submitting@@. Of having your body become the toy of somebody else. Maybe that somebody's watching you... oh, that thought would only make it better. You can feel your grip on the dildos loosening. Your sphincter never lost its grip, did it? Maybe you could try... maybe just for one thrust? Yeah, you'll do one thrust in your butt, that should calm you down enough, then you can finish the challenge normally. Not yet letting go of the rubber cock, you use your hand to line up your butt with it <<if $superheroFetish is 1>> after pushing your panties to the side<<endif>>, slowly lowering your hips, until the first thrust catches you. @@.gold;Hmm... finally.@@ That takes care of that. Oof, <em>yeah</em>, you really needed this. Your ass was basically crying out back there, but that job has been delegated to you now. While you were settling in nicely, the upper pole has served mostly for keeping your balance. Well, now that your ass is receiving a @@.gold;marvelous@@ pounding, it would be a waste to ignore the machine above you. @@.gold;Yes, what a waste. Better put it to good use.@@ Honouring your own advice to yourself, you take care not hitting your head and bring it right in front of the undulating rubber dick. Merrily anticipating the upcoming depravity, you open your mouth wide, let your tongue loll and inch forward with your head. As more and more cock enters your mouth, you notice how much you'd been salivating already. @@.gold;Your body knows how much you want it...@@<<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $loads += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>> With the special modification to your throat, it's hard not to enjoy the cock nearly penetrating you far enough to be affected by your digestive tract. Oh, oh, <em>ooooooooouuuuuurgghhhh...</em> you sputter and drool around the dick in your mouth as your <<if $penis is 1>>cock<<else>>pussy<<endif>> starts drooling too... the whole floor between the box and the wall is coated in your juices, and you feel so utterly satisfied you almost fall unconscious.<<endif>> <<if $lubeused2 is 0 and $asslube is 0>><<set $horniness += 3>>Your ass doesn't have the same fortune. Neither natural nor artificial lubricant pleasant, it gets pretty sore, which only serves to turn you on even more. If only there were something to relieve this pressure!<<else>><<set $horniness += 1>><<if $lubeused2 is 1>>You definitely rejoice at your decision to lube up. Though you've only just received that first helpful item, it already turned out useful. No doubt, you're still working up quite a need in your loins... but you wouldn't want to imagine how you'd feel without the extra lubrication.<<elseif $asslube is 1>>Fortunately, you are blessed with lubrication down below just the same. You really ought to thank Frankie for that modification. @@.gold;You can do that by making use of it more often.@@<<endif>><<endif>> You can feel the dildos speed up considerably... Oh @@.gold;no@@, they're approaching the finish line! After they reached their top speed, they get very slow and honour you with some long, deep thrusts to say goodbye. They pull out of you, and with @@.gold;your rubber friends@@ gone, you simply flop to the floor heavily. Did you get any bruises? Who cares, you sure don't feel anything except the distinct @@.gold;longing to serve@@. This was a good day, to be sure. What's more, from your lying position, you can see a doorway opening up. You won the challenge. @@.gold;So this is what victory feels like...@@ Slowly, you come off your sex trance. Beside your persistent moans, another sound enters the room, a quiet *clink*. Turning around once more, you see a key on the floor and pocket it quickly.<<set $key2 = 1>> Taking a few minutes to steel yourself and refocus your attention, you [[walk through the hallway|Week 4, Day 2 - What Lies Ahead]], mentally prepared for what may lie ahead.

Or will it be that easy? It looks like it will, the dildos are currently retreating back into the box and wall respectively. Hopefully you haven't messed up. But hearing a rumbling from behind you, turning around, and seeing a doorway open itself up, you're fairly confident this has been a decent solution to your problem. Another sound enters the room, a quiet *clink*. Turning around once more, you see a key on the floor and pocket it quickly.<<set $key2 = 1>> That could've gone a lot worse. With your head held high, you [[leave the room behind.|Week 4, Day 2 - What Lies Ahead]]

<<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> reluctantly allows you to get your own way, likely because she feels your point is somewhat valid. Relishing this moral victory, you sit down in front of your computer to pick another client, happy for once. <<if $pickedJonathan is 0>><<if $lips gte 8 or $lipImplant is 1>>[[Jonathan|Week 3, Day 5 - Jonathan Profile - Blowjob Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedBob is 0>><<if $chest gte 8 or $chestImplant is 1>>[[Bob|Week 3, Day 5 - Bob Profile - Tit Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedFrankie is 0>><<if $ass gte 6>>[[Frankie|Week 3, Day 5 - Frankie Profile - Ass Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedBryan is 0>><<if $transformationProgress lt 7>>[[Bryan|Week 3, Day 5 - Bryan Profile - DFC Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedJim is 0>><<if $penis is 0>>[[Jim|Week 3, Day 5 - Jim Profile - Creampie Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedTodd is 0>><<if $penis is 1>>[[Todd|Week 3, Day 5 - Todd Profile - Shemale Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedLex is 0>><<if $latexOutfit is 1>>[[Lex|Week 3, Day 5 - Lex Profile - Latex Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedDominic is 0>><<if $obedience gte 2 or $submissiveness gte 3>>[[Dominic|Week 3, Day 5 - Dominic Profile - Dominant Lover]] \ <<endif>><<endif>><<if $pickedTakahiro is 0>>[[Takahiro|Week 3, Day 5 - Takahiro Profile - Cosplay Lover]] \ <<endif>><<if $pickedJav is 0>><<if $obedience gte 3 and $bimbo is 1>>[[JAV Producer|Week 3, Day 5 - JAV Producer Profile]] \ <<endif>><<endif>>[[Regular Client|Week 3, Day 5 - Regular Client Profile]]

<<set $pickedJonathan = 1>>Jon is an appreciator of the oral arts, and always requests his escorts to be skilled with their mouths. Of course, ideally their lips should also be visually appealing. But obviously you bring that to the table, if you're reading this profile. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedBob = 1>>Bob really goes for the classics. If you go with him, expect your chest to be sore for a day or two. He'll put them to good use, and through every test imaginable. Of course that requires you to be quite stacked up there, but if you didn't have those qualities, you wouldn't have got hold of this profile. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting Bob - Tit Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedFrankie = 1>>@@.blue;Frankie@@ <em>really</em> likes it from behind. Wait... that came out wrong. But you get the idea. To even be considered by him as a viable choice, you have to present some serious rump, and not be afraid to use it. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting Frankie - Ass Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedBryan = 1>>Bryan... he's not a popular choice among our girls. No need to worry, he's not the violent type. But his requests usually are quite strange. Most girls weren't keen to talk about it. Not in a traumatic kind of way, just to fuck with newbies for a laugh. He's certainly fucked up, but you won't be, at least not physically. Bryan prefers his women slim, and less curvy, but that's really the most normal part of him. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting Bryan - DFC Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJim = 1>>Out of all the special clients, @@.blue;Jim@@'s tastes are fairly vanilla, but he's very adamant about them. He takes the front entrance, no debate. And he's not keen to pull out either. If you take him on, expect your pussy to be used, repeatedly, and filled to the brim. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting Jim - Creampie Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedTodd = 1>>Todd is something of an odd one out. Most guys are weirded out by chicks with dicks. He loves it, but it's not that easy to find any. If this is a niche you could fill, he would likely show his appreciation. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting Todd - Shemale Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedLex = 1>>Lex loves Latex. It sounds ridiculous, but that's basically the gist of it. He doesn't really require any specific body types, or any specific sex acts, he will really get off to the sight of you alone. This is an easy one if you've got the right outfit for it. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting Lex - Latex Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedDominic = 1>>Dominic's your picture book American. Quarterback of the Football team, varsity jacket, square jaw. And he likes to flaunt it, he does not give people any leeway, he likes to feel like the top dog. Thus, his choice in women gravitates towards the more submissive types that follow his whims without question. Fair warning: if you're not willing to cooperate on that point, you might find yourself in a BDSM kind of situation that sees you on the receiving end. If you <em>are</em> willing to cooperate... well, you might actually end up in twice as many restraints. As mentioned, Dom does not back down. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting Dominic - Dominant Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedTakahiro = 1>>Takahiro is originally Japanese, your classic Otaku. Very clean, very respectable, just socially inept and withdrawn. He's really into costumes and all that shit, you'll figure it out when you meet him. Expect to wear all kinds of outfits, none of them likely to be practical. [[Take him?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedJav = 1>>@@.red;This one actually comes from me directly, and isn't a referral by the company@@ -- @@.red;Bonnie@@ writes -- @@.red;so this is a bit of a <em>special</em> special client. He actually works in JAV, basically Japanese porn. This contact of mine is currently looking for a girl to star in one of his movies. This gig will pay insanely well, even compared to the other special clients, and these guys take good care of their actresses, so you can expect this job to be quite cushy. No reason not to go, really.@@ [[Take this special offer?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting JAV Producer]] <<back>>

<<set $pickedRegular += 1>>There's no profile for this gig. Customers here may vary wildly, but it's mostly going to be superficial. They only call for a normal evening, no extra flourishes. Basically, you're on retainer here and just picking up whoever's looking. Whatever you're willing to do, you'll discuss with the client yourself, but their needs won't be too extravagant, most likely. [[Work regularly by demand?|Week 3, Day 5 - Meeting Regular Client]] <<back>>

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Jonathan@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a nearly bald guy greets you. He is very focussed on your lips from the very moment he lays eyes on you. Smiling widely, you assume he deems you worthy. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, every street walker is envying you for bee-stung cushions like that.@@ @@.blue;Jonathan@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. Soon he does, seemingly very comfortable with this setup. You'd wager he's hired @@.gold;people like you@@ before, likely more than once. Likewise, he notices that you don't have as much experience, and tries to ease you in. His first ministrations are sensual, but tame if you consider you're acting as a sex worker in this scenario. @@.blue;Jon@@ seems quite content to essentially just make out, even though he's quite into it, kissing you passionately, almost ecstatically. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> was right, this guy <em>loves</em> lips. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>And damn if you don't love it too right now.<<endif>> As time goes on, he slowly and subtly guides you downwards, with you caressing his chest, and shortly his belly too, before arriving at your @@.gold;destination@@. @@.blue;Jon@@ looks down at you from above and just nods at you. Your fingers rest on his belly, and start to [[undo his belt.|Week 3, Day 5 - Sexing Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>After some experienced twists of your hands, @@.blue;Jon@@'s quite erect cock plops out of his underpants and right on your nose. The scent alone is enough to send you into heat, so you don't waste any time in getting down to business. Basically throwing yourself on the dick before you, @@.blue;Jon@@ is evidently excited by your enthusiastic display, his dick twitching upon entering you already. You slobber noisily up and down his length, juices going everywhere, it's seriously messy. Neither of you mind, in fact, the background slurping is like an orchestra accompanying you on your journey to get your client's rocks off. To top it off, you start moaning around the cock inside you, prompting @@.blue;Jon@@ to find his confidence and joining into the sighs of pleasure. You lick the length before you up and down, unrelenting. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>The sensation of it is driving you nuts, you can't bring yourself to stop.<<set $submissiveness += 2>><<endif>> While you're working him down there, @@.blue;Jon@@ is sure to take care of your confidence. His constant words of reassurance such as @@.blue;"Shit, this is the best"@@, and @@.blue;"You were born for this whoring thing, sweetheart"@@, are so sweet, they warm your heart from the inside. Every word of praise earns @@.blue;Jon@@ a cock-stuffed smile and a few more intimate encounters with your throat. If you still had a gag reflex, this whole deal would probably have ended in a disaster. @@.gold;Fortunately@@, that was taken care of by the choker, and you find yourself not just easily, but merrily taking meat right into your very @@.gold;core@@. This job isn't as bad as you thought it would be, and that thought is slightly worrying you. You aren't left much time to ponder it though, because @@.blue;Jon@@ up there is starting to pant in a rather exhausted tone, and shorter, more intense bursts. Fully understanding what that means, you prepare to be @@.gold;filled@@ thoroughly by his seed. To your surprise, @@.blue;Jon@@ pulls out moments later, slaps you across the cheeks with his dick and explodes right into your face, painting you utterly, completely white. Your entire face is coated in semen, any bukkake fan would be jealous of @@.blue;Jon@@ and you'd bet he's quite excited. You can't tell for sure, since you can't open your eyes just yet. Trying your best to at least regain vision, you wipe the cum off your lids, but keep the rest on. Wouldn't want to deny your customer a look at his work, the depravity of which gets you a little aroused, @@.gold;you little slut@@.<<set $submissiveness += 2>> @@.blue;"Hell girl, you sure never heard of something called 'gag reflex', have you?"@@ he asks, chuckling. You used to... @@.blue;"You may just become my favourite, and I definitely won't let you leave before you give me your name so I can request you more often."@@ You comply and write down some info for him, but also tell him that you're rather busy and might not be available all the time. @@.blue;"I can tell why, fuck. Anyway, while I truly enjoyed your services, the night doesn't have to be over quite yet. What do you say we kick it up a notch for some extra cash? Another 300 bucks sound good?"@@ He pays you the $$200 he already owes and then waves another stack of bills. It sure is tempting... 300 dollars is nothing to sneeze at.<<set $cash += 200>> [[Go next level.|Week 3, Day 5 - Super Sexing Jonathan - Blowjob Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Go home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]<<endif>>

<<set $throatclit = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>@@.blue;"That's what I wanted to hear, you slut!" Jon@@ celebrates and you're rewarded with a tingling in your nether region. Next, he instructs you to lay on your back, and shuffle to the edge of the bed. Your head's still rested on the mattress, but right above it, there's nothing; you're looking at an upside down @@.blue;Jon@@ standing in front of you, smiling in anticipation of getting his money's worth. Softly, he grabs your chin and pulls it down, opening your mouth, before his length pushes inside apprehensively at first. Doing this all with your neck over-extended and your eyes staring at his thighs is a situation you're not used to, which makes it a little awkward at first. @@.gold;That's good, more things to learn.@@ You adapt to the challenge rather quickly, which isn't that surprising to you. The choker's most likely helping you along, @@.gold;and you should thank it for its assistance@@. @@.blue;Jon@@ gets progressively bolder, by now easily reaching so far back into your mouth that your tongue can hardly feel the tip of his dick. You hear his voice. @@.blue;"Are you ready?"@@ he wants to know. You can't tell whether you heard his voice break up out of excitement there, but you imagine the smile plastered on his face must be large enough to be called grotesque. As best you can, you nod around the mouthful to give your consent. Momentarily, your throat is invaded all the way to the hilt by @@.blue;Jon@@'s cock. Breathing is impossible for the moment which you hadn't anticipated, so you struggle for a few seconds, but are released soon enough. Your lover quickly settles into a rhythm and continues facefucking you. With little room to move in your awkward position, you're hardly more than a vessel for his meat, hardly more than a cocksleeve. <video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="images/blowjob.webm" type='video/webm; codecs="vp9, vorbis"'> </video> <<if $lipImplant is 1>>You find that he gets excited rather quickly. @@.blue;Jon@@ is already panting and sighing wildly. @@.blue;"Hnf, your lips are so soft and tight, your mouth's like a vacuum chamber."@@ You take that to mean he likes it. To erase all suspicion however, he confirms his excitement by depositing some semen into your stomach, to your surprise. You squeal a little as the torrent rushes through your throat, you hadn't expected him to finish that fast. With your @@.gold;talents@@ however, you can't fault the guy. Even more shockingly, @@.blue;Jon@@ doesn't even want to take a break! After the rush of sperm as ended, he just keeps going. You're going to be quite full tonight... <<endif>>As he's fucking you, @@.blue;Jon@@ occasionally caresses the front of your neck... Why does that feel so good? You figured out that he's evidently enjoying the sight of your throat bulging out in the front while he's fucking you. Still, you can't shake the feeling that deepthroating this guy is starting to feel a lot better than it should, and much better than it did just a few minutes ago. <<if $penis is 1>>Your dick has gotten that message too. Feeling your balls tighten up, you twitch a little as you're ejaculating straight onto your stomach in an orgasm so intense that your vision is flashing white for a few seconds, holy shit.<<elseif $penis is 0>>You're feeling that down below as well. Your pussy is shooting fluids onto the sheets as you erupt into an orgasm so intense that your vision is flashing white. Holy shit, you just came just from blowing a guy!<<endif>> This leaves you predictably exhausted and content, which really has no impact on the scene, since @@.blue;Jon@@ has been riding you hard from the beginning, with you simply surrendering your will. And soon you'll have to surrender to a thick liquid streaming down your throat<<if $lipImplant is 1>> again<<endif>>. @@.blue;Jon@@'s cock twitches inside you to announce your @@.gold;success@@. And success has to be rewarded; in your case with a surprisingly massive torrent of cum, flushed straight into your stomach. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>Damn, you are full. The slightest movement makes all the sperm inside you slosh around your belly.<<endif>> @@.blue;Jon@@ is visibly happy with his investment and pays you right away. @@.blue;"Here's your money, girl. You sure earned it. I hope you're keeping a spot open in your schedule, because I definitely need those lips to keep me company again,"@@ he chuckles, and you play along. You're hesitant to accept the compliment, but very quick to take the money.<<set $cash += 300>> $$300 well earned. You thank him for his professionalism and say goodbye. On your way home,<<if $lipImplant is 1>> you contemplate stopping by a place to get a quick dinner in, but realise that you actually feel so full, you're literally not even hungry.<<set $cash += 10>> @@.gold;What a useful development, perhaps we should see where this leads?@@ You can't delight in having saved some money long before<<endif>> a familiar voice nags you over the choker. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What a performance, what a night! Your throat got a real workout tonight, didn't it?" Bonnie@@'s voice blares in your ears. You take it as a rhetorical question and simply wait for her gloating speech to be over. @@.red;"Well, I don't have to tell you, do I? You've had a front-row seat, after all. But let's cut to the chase. How do you like your new jewelry?"@@ she asks. New jewelry? What is she... your hand shoots to your neck and there it is. Something hanging from your choker. You turn toward a dark store window to examine your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] That explains why he was rubbing over your neck, and probably also why it felt so nice. Well, nice is quite an understatement, isn't it, you actually orgasmed from the sensation. Apparently, this thing is responsible for something new to your condition. Perhaps @@.red;Bonnie@@ will shed some light on this, and conveniently, she speaks up next. @@.red;"Oh come on, you couldn't be that oblivious, can you? Then again, an orgasm like that takes a lot out of you. I'm pretty sure you'll have plenty more like it with your new throatclit. Welp, I gotta go, was a real pleasure talking to you. Probably not your greatest pleasure tonight, but I'll take it."@@ She signs off with her trademark chuckle. A throatclit? Going by that name and what you felt earlier, you can only assume this means blowjobs will now feel much, much better. @@.gold;Another reason to give some out for free!@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Heyaaa, how you doing? Probably pretty great, I saw you cumming reeeeaaaaal hard *teehee* but anyways, how you like your new shiny?"@@ Huh? "Shiny" meaning... jewelry? Your hands race upwards at your throat and detect something unknown dangle from the choker. @@.blue;Jon@@ must have... You turn around, facing a empty, dark store window to see your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] That explains why he was rubbing over your neck, and probably also why it felt so nice. Well, nice is quite an understatement, isn't it, you actually orgasmed from the sensation. Apparently, this thing is responsible for something new to your condition. Perhaps @@.bunny;Bunny@@ will shed some light on this, and conveniently, she speaks up next. @@.bunny;"Like what, you didn't notice? *teehee*@@ @@.pink;Sis@@@@.bunny;, you're so dumb! But having so much fun, I can kinda understand it..."@@ she trails off here for a moment and seems to be fantasising about getting railed. You clear your throat almost comedically to see if you can get any more information out of her. @@.bunny;"Huh? Oh righty, I should probably tell you what this thingy does. It's called a 'pendant' and this one's super cool! Whenever you give blowies, it's going to feel extra nice, just like when you're getting it... down there *giggle* or maybe even nicer! It's like you've got a clitty in your mouth, I guess. Okay, but now I gotta... uh, do <em>stuff</em>,"@@ this remark is accentuated by heavy breathing, @@.bunny;"so uh, toodeloo, don't have too much fun without me!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good evening, dear. I see you've enjoyed yourself tonight. But by now there's probably more night's where that's true rather than false."@@ You wish it weren't, but sadly, she's right. @@.orange;"And you're one ornament richer for it. How do you like your new accessory, hm?"@@ New accessory? That can only mean... your hands speed up to your throat and indeed find something alien, dangling from your choker. Turning around in the direction of a dark, empty store window, you see the culprit in your reflection. [img[images/throatclit.jpg]] Some kind of pendant is attached to the choker, bouncing against your throat. It's not exactly a flattering symbol to be carrying around your neck, but it's rather late to be bothered by that, isn't it? At least you can figure now why @@.blue;Jon@@ was rubbing over your choker back there. @@.orange;"You were actually unaware of what was happening? Love, your libido is taking control. Perhaps that's voluntary though? Nevermind, I don't mean to pry. By all means, keep your private affairs private."@@ Says the woman in control of the all-seeing sci-fi surveillance device. @@.orange;"I should probably clue you in though, as a courtesy. This pendant, as you hopefully already guessed even with your sex-addled brain, is not a fashion accessory. The bountiful amount of blowjobs you dish out will doubtlessly amuse you even more now; thanks to this, it should feel almost like having your clitoris played with. Not that you'd need the extra motivation, as you've demonstrated quite clearly, but we're nothing if not benevolent. I think that concludes our business for tonight, go get some sleep, dear, and try not defiling any innocent strangers on your way home."@@<<endif>> Revelation upon revelation. Seems like that's what your life is about these days. You're stuck with this thing now, and are quite certain you know what it means. Well. It could be worse right? @@.gold;If anything, this is an improvement.@@ Right, what could go wrong!? Nevermind, you've had enough for today, and sarcastic comments won't help that. [[Go home already.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]

The following scenes have been written by CobaltCore from TFGS! <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Bob@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a middle-aged guy greets you. Well, verbally anyway. His eyes are not set to meet yours, they've been focussed far lower even before he opened the door. Smiling widely, you assume he deems you worthy. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, every street walker is envying you for a rack like that.@@ @@.blue;Bob@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. He does exactly that and pretty much repeats what you already read in the profile and what you saw at the front door. He likes your @@.gold;essence@@-- tits. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>Lifting off your top, you can see his eyes widen in anticipation at the sight of your rack. Somehow having this effect on other people makes you blush a bit. Unconsciously, you push out your chest just a little bit more, making the huge orbs jiggle ever so slightly.\ <<else>>Lifting off your top, you reveal your full and round breasts. But somehow looking at your client you could've sworn that, just for a fraction of a second, a look of disappointment overshadowed his face.<<endif>> But that is of no matter at this point because the sight of the tool dangling between his legs involuntarily makes your mouth water. Very quickly you are fully undressed, though not wearing much in the first place definitely helped with that. You barely even hear his voice, you are so fixated on the thick, long object of your desire. @@.blue;"Come here, slut."@@ [[He doesn't need to say that twice.|Week 3, Day 5 - Sexing Bob - Tit Lover]]

In a matter of seconds you are on your knees. Just as you are about to get a taste of his delicious looking shaft you feel his hand on your head, pushing you away. @@.blue;"No. Use your tits. I want to feel your jugs wrapping around my meat."@@ Well, the customer is king, you remind yourself and chuckle at the thought of your client with a crown on his head. Oh well, at least you get to suck his other crown. However, the aching in your pussy quickly brings you back to reality and you proceed to lift your heavy tits upwards until they engulf the meaty shaft. You have to admit, the feeling is quite arousing, having the veiny meat throbbing between your massive mammaries. You have to use quite a bit of your diminished strength to push them together, pressing them tightly against the cock in between. Then, you begin slowly moving up and down. Quite soon you can hear satisfied sounds coming from above, motivating you once again. You press down even more and start moving faster. Then, you get an idea. You press into the shaft as far as you can, making it reach out directly in front of your face. While continuing to massage him through your tits, you take the head of his cock into your mouth and begin sliding around it with your skillfull tongue. Almost instantly you notice him getting tense, a sound of pure pleasure indicating you're on the right path. You continue your efforts, you even begin moving your tits again, taking his cock into your mouth whenever you're deep enough to reach it. Then, all of a sudden, you feel his hands on the back of your head. Without a warning you are being forced down, your mouth instinctively opening to accept his meaty shaft into the warm embrace of your willing throat. He fills it completely, and quite quickly you have his balls banging against your chin as he buries himself completely in your face. You can feel the by now all-too-familiar tension building up inside his cock and look up at him with hungry eyes, knowing what's coming. Just seconds later he spasms, shooting a huge load of thick cum into your stomach. You feel his hot seed running down your throat and eagerly gulp it down while he begins to slowly pull out, creating strands of saliva connecting you to his shaft. When his tip leaves your mouth with a satisfying 'plop' you lick your lips in an attempt to not waste anything. @@.blue;"Heh, that wasn't actually that bad. I expected much worse, given how trashy you look."@@ he says, kind of dismissively. However his eyes seem to light up at his next words. @@.blue;"Tell you what, how about we take it to the next level, if you're up for it? Of course that'll be payed extra. I know what you whores are like..."@@ With that he brings out some stuff that looks like... bells and an injection needle? He also pays you 200 bucks, but honestly, you barely notice, your mind coming up with all sorts of images about how those props are going to be used. <<set $cash += 200>> You're horny as hell. [[Accept his proposal.|Week 3, Day 5 - Super Sexing Bob - Tit Lover]] <<if $submission lt 5>>On the other hand, you don't think you're up for that. [[Deny his offer.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]<<endif>><<set $submissiveness += 2>>

Double-click this passage to edit it.<<set $lactation = 1>>He visibly loosens up. He even looks a tiny bit surprised. But you're still horny and whatever it is he wants to do, you hope it'll sate your desires as well. @@.blue;"Alright, for this to work I need you to close your eyes."@@ This is a weird request, but you comply. After all, what could possibly happen? Actually, you want to retract that thought right after it popped up, but the answer to that question comes before you can, in the form of a stinging sensation in each of your nipples. @@.gold;"Ouch, that hurts!"@@ You want to protest further but at it is at that point you feel something ice-cold entering through them. Almost instantly you feel the cold spreading throughout your chest. An alien pressure begins to build up and your boobs starts feeling heavier somehow. Soon after, your nipples become sore and you moan at the sensations that seem to hush across the nerves of your breasts without anyone even touching them. At this point, @@.blue;Bob@@ steps in. He weighs your incredibly heavy tits in his hands, they are so large that they overflow them easily. You blush as he marvels at the sight. Then, he presses down, digging his fingers into your soft titflesh. You elicit an @@.gold;*eep*@@ in surprise at the incredible feeling and are astounded when you notice a white drop forming at the end of your nipple. Licking the drop from it, he smiles. @@.blue;"There's a lot more where that came from, trust me sweetie."@@ Without wasting time @@.blue;Bob@@ produces a set of bells, which he clamps to your throbbing nipples, creating small shocks as the cold metal touches your hot skin. With every move, they tingle and send arousal through your whole body.<<if $nipplePiercing is 1>> And as if that wasn't enough, soon afterwards your poor nipples are strained even more by the weights he connects to your piercings.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> At this point, your nipples have grown tremendously and your chest feels as if it's going to burst. The pain in your jugs suddenly becomes very real. <<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>Your nipples are straining against the metal holding them back, inducing a stinging sensation like during the injections from before. Only that this time it doesn't go away.<<endif>> Seeing your pained expression, Bob speaks up with a sly smile on his face. @@.blue;"Need some relief? You look quite full..."@@ You nod. You really want the pain to go away. The pressure is growing and growing, stretching and expanding your already full chest. Their weight is almost too much for you to carry at this point and you crave release. <<set $submissiveness += 1>> @@.blue;"Alright, come here,"@@ he says, pointing to the space between his legs. Slowly you position yourself in front of him and he grabs your overly full udders. Just the sensation of his touch on your sore skin is enough to make you moan. But he doesn't seem content yet. @@.blue;"Oh no, this won't do,"@@ he says, to your confusion. @@.blue;"Moo for me."@@ You look at him with big eyes, dumbfounded. @@.blue;"Yes, you've already got the look down. Now moo."@@ He can't be serious... [[Moo|Week 3, Day 5 - Moooo - Tit Lover]] [[Don't moo|Week 3, Day 5 - What's Love Got To Moo With It? - Tit Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>It takes a second for you to comprehend, but when you feel his fingers tracing around your nipples, your moan quickly transitions into a lust-filled mooing. The forceful kneading of his skillfull hands makes the newfound fluid in your chest slosh around, so much so that you think you can almost hear it. The warm feeling inside you is incredible. The bells on your engorged nipples tingle as you tremble in anticipation. The pleasure from your overly sensitive breasts has made you oh-so-horny. You crave his touch on your milk-filled udders, you need it. Like, right now. You don't care about anything else. And if you have to play cow for him to get it, you'll gladly do so. With a soft moo, you press yourself into him in an effort to signal him you're ready, which is met with a sly smile on @@.blue;Bob@@'s end. You don't notice him shifting around, you don't even notice how you're lifted up and onto his lap. The only thing you feel is the fullness of your tits aching for release. And then it happens. Clamping down on your nipples, he strokes them with a firm grip, eliciting a desperate moo from you as the last remnants of your old self try clinging to their dwindling sanity. You feel the hot milk rushing through them, leaving your body in a spray of white as they pulsate with relief. It is only when the hard impact of his hips on yours resonates throughout the room and your almost empty head that you notice he's inside you. And you also realize that this is the first time ever since your transformation that your needy hole is of no matter to you. You literally don't care. The only thing that matters is the explosion of feelings in your chest. At this point, you feel an alien warmth engulf your right nipple and looking down you see Bob is sucking on it with full force, digging his teeth into your fleshy nipple to drain every last drop out of your jugs. Seeing him so lustful makes you even more horny and a loud moan escapes you. Eventually, the pleasure is just too much. You go completely limp, falling to the side and onto the bed, which is already wet with your fluids. You feel your body rocking back and forth under his thrusts, his hands pushing into your spent tits as he rides you like the cowslut you are. The tingling from your nipples soon becomes the only thing you can focus on, it completely fills your tiny brain and your face drifts into a broad, dumb smile as you're fucked senseless. With every tingle, your arousal builds. With every tingle, your brain melts away just a bit more. With every tingle, you lose yourself in pleasure. When you feel his hot seed pouring into you, the orgasm finally hits. Hard. An almost primeval cry of lust escapes your quivering lips as wave after wave of orgasmic intensity rolls through your body, numbing the mind and filling it with pure satisfaction. After what feels like eternity, it ends, leaving you breathless and completely spent. Bob is breathing just as heavily as you are, his now limp dick shrinking back into more manageable proportions. He has a wild sparkle in his eyes that you didn't notice before. @@.blue;"Well, that was quite the ride."@@ While you are still starstruck by what you just experienced, Bob proceeds to clean himself up and slides into his pants. @@.blue;"To be honest, i didn't expect you to agree to this at all, let alone to go all in like this."@@ He searches around his pockets for something. Eventually, he produces a pack of green dollar notes. @@.blue;"Here you go. With an extra tip for your enthusiasm..."@@ He deposits the money right next to you, but you are too exhausted to do anything else but lie there with a big grin on your face. @@.blue;"Hope I'll see you again, my little cowslut..."@@ With a satisfied expression and a smirk on his face, he leaves. The sound of the door shutting eventually clears part of the fog from your brain and you sit up. Counting the money, there's a solid $$300 there, so $$500 in total. Not a bad wage for one day's work. You pocket the money after coming off your titgasm, barely clean yourself up and leave. <<set $cash += 300>> Of course, no walk home is complete without a gloating, annoying voice in your head. @@.gold;"How are you doing@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.gold;?"@@ you greet her sullenly in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Clever girl, already expecting me. You're getting better at this. At whoring too. I personally despise cows; slow, fat, stupid, ugly creatures. Since you match 3 out of 4, I can see why wou went for it though, it's good to find a niche to occupy in this business."@@ Wow, somebody's having a bad day, to put it lightly. @@.gold;D-do I really look fat?@@ @@.red;"But enough about that. How do you enjoy your new piece of jewelry?"@@ New piece of... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.red;"Congratulations! Your <em>udders</em> are now permanently lactating. I would recommend not taking this cow persona too far, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm sure some guys would looove to have a sip of you. If this career doesn't work out, maybe you can open up a milkshake bar? Opportunities any way you look, and still you resent me, I just don't get you. Anyway, I'll leave you alone with your newfound food source. Perhaps you could invite some friends for a dinner party? I'm free on weekends..."@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you're pondering that to get this pendant on you, you must have given @@.blue;Bob@@ a huge opening. You really were lost in the pleasure...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, you were waiting for me? That's so sweet of you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I'm fine, thanks! You must be too, what a hot night. Why don't you mooooo for me? *teeheeheeheehee*"@@ She seems to be really proud of herself for that one. @@.bunny;"That was like, so hot, but super sick at the same time, I can't believe you did that. My@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny; is such a pervert... So does my pervert like her new sparkly thingy?"@@ Sparkly thingy? Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.bunny;"Isn't that great?! Your titties are always gonna spill milk now. That's like, really useful! Whenever you're hungry, you can just have a little sip. Or a friend of yours. Or a total stranger..."@@ her thoughts drift of in what you can only call a sick example of jealousy. @@.bunny;"Totally no need to thank me, but you should probably carry empty bottles around with you *giggle* or just lotsa guys. Ooh, that reminds me, gotta run, I have a thingy,"@@ in five minutes you will, probably in every bodily orifice, @@.bunny;"cya next time, byebye!"@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you're pondering that to get this pendant on you, you must have given @@.blue;Bob@@ a huge opening. You really were lost in the pleasure...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Getting cocky, are we? Just a few minutes ago, you seemed amooooosingly loud, but I'd figured you'd keep quiet after letting it all out."@@ You're impressed at all the innuendo she managed to fit in there. You have to admit that the comeback stung a little, perhaps @@.orange;Bridget@@ is not the best target to vent frustration on. @@.orange;"But I'll forgive your small transgression. In all honesty, they are quite entertaining. And at this point, what part of you isn't, I wonder. Today, one more part of you upped its entertainment value. And say, how does your jewelry look?"@@ What is she... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.orange;"It looks gorgeous on you, don't rack your brain over it. Even better, you'll have an endless supply of milk for the foreseeable future. I have to say, the amount of fluids that must be coating the hotel room right now... To live without concern for other people, only for the purpose of carnal pleasure; it is a tempting fate, but one I would rather not experience."@@ Ummm, which party in this conversation is addicted to semen?<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Glass houses, dear.@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Regardless, it's time to take my leave. I wish you the utmost pleasure in painting your apartment translucent white. With your track record, I doubt it will take long. Good night, love."@@<<endif>> But before you get lost in the streets as well, you decide to better watch where you're going to eventually [[reach your apartment.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]

Upon noticing your passive refusal, you can tell @@.blue;Bob@@ is less than pleased. The whole affair becomes rather unceremonious from here on in. One aggressive remark from @@.blue;Bob@@ is all you're getting out of him for the rest of the night. @@.blue;"Guess you're less of a cow and more of a bitch,"@@ he exclaims before flipping you over on your belly, pulling you on your knees, and dominating you doggy-style for the rest of the evening. As nice as it felt, you can't say that you got off. Especially unnerving is the fact that he didn't touch your breasts once, in fact, he merely paid your torso any mind once, and that was to use your neck and the bedside table for leverage after he lost balance once. @@.blue;Bob@@ did, however, and wants you to know that. Upon reaching climax, he immediately pulls out to leave you a little present on your back; a warm serving of his ejaculate. After that, he's gone as quickly as he came. Fortunately, he was disgruntled, but not dishonest; he left you another hundred bucks for your service. That's not amazing, but considering how little effort was required on your part, you'll take it. <<set $cash += 100>> Of course, no walk home is complete without a gloating, annoying voice in your head. @@.gold;"How are you doing@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.gold;?"@@ you greet her sullenly in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Clever girl, already expecting me. You're getting better at this. At whoring too. Although I personally don't understand half-measures. Why not go all-in while you're at it? You seem like enough of a whore to go for it. But enough about that. How do you enjoy your new piece of jewelry?"@@ New piece of... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.red;"Congratulations! Your <em>udders</em> are now permanently lactating. I would recommend not taking this cow persona too far, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm sure some guys would looove to have a sip of you. If this career doesn't work out, maybe you can open up a milkshake bar? Opportunities any way you look, and still you resent me, I just don't get you. Anyway, I'll leave you alone with your newfound food source. Perhaps you could invite some friends for a dinner party? I'm free on weekends..."@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you realise you were dumb enough to have @@.blue;Bob@@ fool you into thinking he lost his balance...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, you were waiting for me? That's so sweet of you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! I'm fine, thanks! You must be too, what a hot night. Why don't you mooooo for me? *teeheeheeheehee*"@@ She seems to be really proud of herself for that one. @@.bunny;"That was like, so hot, but super sick at the same time, I can't believe you did that. My@@ @@.pink;sis@@ @@.bunny; is such a pervert... So does my pervert like her new sparkly thingy?"@@ Sparkly thingy? Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.bunny;"Isn't that great?! Your titties are always gonna spill milk now. That's like, really useful! Whenever you're hungry, you can just have a little sip. Or a friend of yours. Or a total stranger..."@@ her thoughts drift of in what you can only call a sick example of jealousy. @@.bunny;"Totally no need to thank me, but you should probably carry empty bottles around with you *giggle* or just lotsa guys. Ooh, that reminds me, gotta run, I have a thingy,"@@ in five minutes you will, probably in every bodily orifice, @@.bunny;"cya next time, byebye!"@@ And finally, peace and quiet. Although peace of mind is a little harder to obtain once you realise you were dumb enough to have @@.blue;Bob@@ fool you into thinking he lost his balance...\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Getting cocky, are we? I wouldn't take that mouth of yours quite so full. But I'll forgive your small transgression. In all honesty, they are quite entertaining. And at this point, what part of you isn't, I wonder. Today, one more part of you upped its entertainment value. And say, how does your jewelry look?"@@ What is she... Immediately, your choker comes to mind, and you look for a reflection to observe it in. Finding one on deserted city streets is not very hard, and you're greeted with a pendant attached to the bottom of the choker. [img[images/breastmilk.jpg]] @@.orange;"It looks gorgeous on you, don't rack your brain over it. Even better, you'll have an endless supply of milk for the foreseeable future. I have to say, the amount of fluids that must be coating the hotel room right now... To live without concern for other people, only for the purpose of carnal pleasure; it is a tempting fate, but one I would rather not experience."@@ Ummm, which party in this conversation is addicted to semen?<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Glass houses, dear.@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Regardless, it's time to take my leave. I wish you the utmost pleasure in painting your apartment translucent white. With your track record, I doubt it will take long. Good night, love."@@<<endif>> But before you get lost in the streets as well, you decide to better watch where you're going to eventually [[reach your apartment.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]

The following scenes have been written by lorigor from TFGS! <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;@@.blue;Frankie@@@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a quite young-looking guy greets you. He seems quite giddy ahead of the evening and bids you to come in. You aren't sure, but you're quite sure his gaze is locked onto you from behind, you feel compelled to blush. @@.gold;Don't sell yourself short, you could kill with an ass like that.@@ As you walk in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. @@.blue;Frankie@@ smiles as he looks you over. @@.blue;"Damn, I love that ass you're carrying around. Not the biggest, but definitely in the juicy category, and fucking beautiful. But I'll find that out first-hand soon enough. Hereâ€™s the deal, first Iâ€™m going to play with your ass a bit and get it nice and warmed up. And then, if you want more money, we can go a little further. Sound good?"@@ Heâ€™s paying just to play with my ass a bit? He isnâ€™t even going to fuck it unless I want more? Thatâ€™s almost too easy. @@.gold;"Sounds great!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ grins wider and comes over, running his hands over your shoulders and breasts. He pulls you into an embrace and quickly strips off your clothes, leaving you naked. Now that your ass is exposed, he moves his hands to your round bottom. He cups and squeezes each cheek, and then starts massaging them in his strong hands. A shiver runs through your body as you feel your squishy breasts push against his strong chest. It feels so right to be wrapped up in his strong, masculine arms. You canâ€™t help but push your hips back to grind your ass into his groping hands. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oooh! That -eels good!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oooh! That feels good!"@@<<endif>> you moan as [[a tremor of pleasure shoots up your spine.|Week 3, Day 5 - Sexing Frankie - Ass Lover]]

@@.blue;"You like that you little slut?"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ pants hotly above you as he squeezes and rubs your butt cheeks together. His index finger slides between them and rubs your little anal star in a circle. He traces the circle, adding a gentle pressure but not yet pushing it in. After a moment, he pulls his hand away and steps back to look at you. @@.blue;"Fuck, you got a great ass! I want to see it bounce!"@@ He turns you around, and then reclines back into a chair. @@.blue;"Shake it for me baby!"@@ You lean forward and jut your ass back at @@.blue;Frankie@@, then begin to shake your hips. You jiggle your ass back and forth in front of him, swaying from side to side seductively. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Like this? You want -e to twerk it -or you?â€@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Like this? You want me to twerk it for you?â€@@<<endif>> You giggle as your round, feminine ass brushes over his face as you bounce it too close. @@.blue;Frankie@@ reaches into his pants and fishes out his cock, which is already rock hard. He begins to stroke it furiously as he enjoys the show. @@.blue;"Oh yeah, keep dancing baby! Make that ass move!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ licks his lips, and then presses his face tight against your ass. His wet tongue slobbers over your ass cheeks as they move from side to side across his face. You moan whorishly as you feel his tongue brush over your ass hole, licking it all over. Getting lost in the pleasure makes you feel somewhat guilty, this shouldn't be that good, nothing even happened yet. Soon those thoughts are gone though as the excitement of performing for him overtakes you. Youâ€™re eagerly grinding your ass into his face and tongue as he licks you out. @@.blue;"Fuck it, I gotta have that ass. What do you think, girl? You ready for some extra cash to let me split open that tight ass for you?"@@ You've already made 200 bucks, but a little more doesn't sound that bad. And you can't deny that you feel quite excited by now...<<set $cash += 200>><<set $submissiveness += 4>> [[Let him split you open like a coconut.|Week 3, Day 5 - Super Sexing Frankie - Ass Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Back out.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]<<endif>>

<<set $asslube = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh yes, -lease!"@@ You groan out. @@.gold;"-ut it dee- inside -e!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh yes, please!"@@ You groan out. @@.gold;"Put it deep inside me!"@@<<endif>> @@.blue;Frankie@@ is quick to oblige. He leaps to his feet and presses his throbbing cock against your ass. The feeling of that thick, pulsating meat makes you quiver. He pushes you over to the table and bends you over. Your ass is already slick from his spit, so he wastes no time in lining up the bulbous head of his cock with your anal ring. One hand pulls your ass cheeks apart as the other takes hold of his cock. He begins to press it forward, groaning as the head sinks inside your body. @@.blue;"Oh hell yes! Fuck, you Asians got tight asses!"@@ A tremor of pleasure runs through you as you glow at his compliment. Maybe being an Asian Whore isnâ€™t so bad? Your arms fan out across the table as you try and relax yourself to take him even deeper inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Uuugh, thank you! Oh your -ig white cock -eels so good in -y ass! -ush it dee-er! <em>Dee-er</em>!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mmm, thank you! Oh your big white cock feels so good in my ass! Push it deeper! <em>Deeper</em>!"@@<<endif>> You plead with him as you raise your hips, impaling yourself on his cock in your impatience to get it all the way inside. Where did that come from? Spurred on by your eagerness, @@.blue;Frankie@@ slaps both hands on your ass and grips tight, and then yanks you back hard while he launches forward. The entirety of the thick girth slams inside you, stretching out your anal passage and filling your rectum up completely as he slides inside. You toss your head back and moan as the thick shaft hilts itself deep in your body. Youâ€™ve never felt so full before. You work your hips from side to side, stirring the dick inside you. The girth is quick to stretch out your walls, loosening the back passage to make it even easier for him to move in and out. CRACK! All of a sudden, @@.blue;Frankie@@ spanks you sharply on the ass. The sudden assault makes you clench up tightly around his cock and squeeze it firmly inside yourself. @@.blue;"Oh yeah thatâ€™s it, squeeze my dick! Just like that!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ smacks you again, and then again. Each time his hand impacts your feminine butt, you clamp around his thick member. @@.blue;Frankie@@ continues to spank you, making your light brown ass start to flush and sting. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Ah! Oh! Ow! Uugh!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Ah! Oh! Ow! Mmm!"@@<<endif>> You release a high pitched squeal as @@.blue;Frankie@@ spanks your bottom. You canâ€™t help but dance beneath his hand, grinding even harder into his shaft and squeezing it more firmly. After a few moments he smacks you one last time, and then tightly grips your hips, holding you steady as he starts to thrust. @@.blue;"Thatâ€™s it, take it right up your tight little ass!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ grunts gutturally as he pumps his hips in and out of you. The hot walls of your ass cling tightly to his cock, hugging every vein and contour of the shaft as he pounds it in and out. His hips are already moving in a blur, and you can tell it wonâ€™t be long before he starts cumming. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Ah! Yes! Thank you, sir! Gi-e -e your -ig dick! -uck -e harder!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Ah! Yes! Thank you, sir! Give me your big dick! Fuck me harder!"@@<<endif>> Your hair flies about your face as you undulate beneath @@.blue;Frankie@@. You squeeze your ass around his cock every time it reaches the deepest point inside you, and then release it as he pulls out again. @@.blue;"Aaah!"@@ @@.blue;Frankie@@ cries out in pleasure as his cock erupts, spurting a heavy load of thick, creamy cum deep inside your bowels. He continues to pump his hips, working himself in and out as he milks his shaft of all that delicious seed deep inside your body. You purr in satisfaction at being rewarded with the thick, creamy load of cum. You can feel its warmth inside you, and as @@.blue;Frankie@@ pulls himself out you clench your sphincter tightly to keep it all trapped inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Aah, that was -eautiful -a-y. I ho-e you co-e -ack again real soon!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mmm, that was beautiful baby. I hope you come back again real soon!"@@<<endif>> You smile brightly at @@.blue;Frankie@@ as he pulls out a wad of cash to pay you. @@.blue;"You can be sure of that, toots. I do love them Asian asses!"@@ It's time to go home after a day of hard work, having earned another $$200<<set $cash += 200>>. You both say your goodbyes and you get on your way after cleaning up a little. But your walk home is hardly undisturbed, your panties keep clinging to your buttcheeks, sticky and unyielding. You're relatively certain that they were dry when you left the hotel but there's no doubt that you're underwear is <em>drenched</em> right now. That's odd. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Why hello!"@@ it chimes from your choker. How surprising... @@.red;"I see you're having a little fluid displacement issue!"@@ Of course she's behind this. @@.red;"I assume you've come to terms with the latest addition to your choker?"@@ Addition?\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"How's it gooooing, baby?"@@ Baby? @@.bunny;"I'll bet you can't keep your juices inside you right now *teehee* but how do you like your new choky thingy?"@@ New choky thingy?\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good evening my sweet," Bridget@@ almost sings through the choker, @@.orange;"I don't know if you noticed, fluid-addicted as you are, but you're leaking, honey. It's a mystery to me why you keep sticking new jewelry to that choker, yet complain about it all the time."@@ New jewelry?<<endif>> You search for a reflecting surface nearby, finding a large window that does the trick. She's right, there's a pendant dangling from your choker looking... very much like a used up sphincter. [img[images/anusPendant.jpg]] <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"I think it looks lovely on you. And the effects will be most useful for somebody like yourself. Keep going like that, I'm proud of you!"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"It's so pretty! I'm almost jealous. But really, I don't like it up my butt that much, so it's okay, I'll allow you to keep it *giggle*"@@\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"I'm sure it will make for a useful feature. If we can't sate your hunger for cock, maybe we'll at least be able to simplify the process. No need to thank me, you're doing just about enough for me."@@<<endif>> When did that pendant even get on you? You hadn't noticed at all, but its effects are undeniable, pussy juice still leaking out of your ass and dripping down your thighs by now. Well, at least [[you're back home|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]], although that's hardly any consolation.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Bryan@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a pretty young guy, looking about as young as you do since the transformations, greets you. He inspects you for a few moments, and says a few things which seem a little odd to you. At least he appears to like you. @@.blue;Bryan@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the bed inside and take a seat on the edge of the large mattress, waiting for him to make his intentions known. He doesn't exactly do that, but he sits down, next to you, somewhat hesitant. All he manages for now is wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and you engage by resting your head on his chest, still [[sitting on the bed.|Week 3, Day 5 - Uhh... Sexing Bryan - DFC Lover]]

This goes on for far longer than you expected, a clock near one of the hotel room walls telling you this embrace lasted for nearly twenty minutes now. The only thing less believable would be for you to complain about not having to fuck this dude. So instead you simply enjoy the rest from your otherwise rather eventful days. Nobody can fault you for going along with what this guy does, right? Technically, yes. However, you're dependent on customer satisfaction. If the guy's just feeling you out, or is simply too shy to try anything himself and expects you to take charge, that may reflect poorly on you. Occasionally, you shift your balance a little, wrap your left arms around his stomach sometimes, and even touch his thigh -- after your recent adventures, you didn't expect you'd consider this a daring move ever again -- for a few seconds here and there, to gauge his response. All of your shifting is met by some of his, mostly uncomfortable, it seems to you. The erratic movement in the fabric of his pants is unmistakably a growing erection, which at least tells you you're on the right track. Simple, subtle wiles you didn't use to possess now having such an effect on a guy is causing pride to well up inside you, which makes you somewhat uncomfortable. You can basically feel @@.blue;Bryan@@'s resolve crumbling, whatever reason there might be to have to overcome his resolve in the first place. But somehow, he deems it necessary to keep you at a distance, up until now. Feeling his head move, you look up and find him staring directly into your eyes... almost romantically, despite the situation. As hesitantly as before, @@.blue;Bryan@@'s eyes close and he goes in for a twitchy, nervous kiss. His lips feel nice, there's no denying it, but his attitude is obviously not conducive to the atmosphere. As time goes on, he eases into it though, and gets a little bolder. His right hand snakes down your side and squeezes your rear. You try to give him easier access by shifting your weight, but a few seconds later he pulls back entirely. @@.blue;"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean too... I mean I shouldn't have... Here's the money,"@@ he hands you two $$100 bills.<<set $cash += 200>> That certainly was easy money. Something still irks you about this encounter. That's how far you've come; not being taken advantage of makes you immediately suspicious. Not to mention all this kissing and foreplay has worked you up immediately, though not severely.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> So do you want to poke and prod, or be lame and leave? [[Get investigative.|Week 3, Day 5 - Super Sexing Bryan - DFC Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Go home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]<<endif>>

@@.gold;"What's this all about, am I not pretty enough?"@@ you tease him with a smile and grab his arm, sitting down next to him again. He's visibly irritated, perhaps a subtler approach would have been preferable. Can't change it now though, and he's still rather quiet, you'll just have to feel him out a little more. If he doesn't talk, then you simply have to be a little more forceful. @@.blue;"N-no, you're very... very pretty,"@@ he eventually stammers as a response. @@.gold;"But why do you want me to leave then?"@@ you push him further, @@.gold;"Why don't you want me to stay?"@@ Again, his discomfort couldn't be clearer. @@.blue;"I don't... you don't have to leave"@@, he replies, faster this time, and with less stuttering. That's a start, you suppose. But you still don't get it. Why would he be paying so much money for a little foreplay and then act all shy and distraught? @@.gold;"So what do we do then? I'm boooored,"@@ you continue to tease, your hand once again dropping into his lap, cautiously and subtly caressing his thigh. You will get a complete sentence out of him even if you have to rip the words out of his throat. To this, he merely mumbles an incoherent, inaudible response, so you ask him to please repeat himself. @@.blue;"W-we can't... What if Mom and Dad f-find out?"@@ you barely hear over his stuttering and irregular breathing. Mom and Dad? It takes you a moment, but you begin to make sense of things. He's asking for somebody with a slender build, like a young girl. He's talking about parents as if they're both yours and his, why else would he call them 'Mom and Dad', he'd normally just say 'my parents'. Meaning the reason 'Mom and Dad' aren't allowed to find out about you suggestively touching his thigh is that going any further than that would be incest. Spelling it all out makes it rather obvious why this guy was classified as fucked up, but not dangerous. That category had somewhat confused you before. So he has some kind of incest fantasy with his sister -- imaginary or real. The only question is, will you indulge it? [[Of course you will.|Week 3, Day 5 - Big Bro Bryan - DFC Lover]] He might pay extra, and you may even have some fun yourself. <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[No way.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]] Why take the risk? You already made good money tonight.<<endif>>

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ \ @@.gold;"Don't worry big bro,"@@ you beam at him, and sit down on his lap, @@.gold;"Mommy and Daddy aren't home tonight; we've got the whole house to ourselves."@@ You go in for another kiss, energetically enough to topple @@.blue;Bryan@@. Now you're both lying on the bed, one step closer to actually making out, instead of some kissing and grabbing. Things quickly heat up from there, and @@.blue;Bryan@@ visibly gets into it more now that you're playing along. Long past caressing your tits, he dares to go after your honeypot.<<if $penis is 1>> @@.gold;Oh, he's in for a surprise.@@<<endif>> His hands inch downwards from your chest, over your belly and your hips, to grab your panties and pull them down. You stretch out your legs to make it easier for him, and soon, your underwear is gone. He breaks the kiss and your embrace to take in the sight. <<if $penis is 1>>@@.blue;"B-but sis..." Bryan@@'s back in stuttering mode. Unable to move, he just kneels in front of the bed, staring at your crotch. You have to hold back laugher, but also know that you should take care of him and keep this roleplay going before he snaps. Moving over to the edge of the bed, you grab him by the shoulders, turn him around and seat him on the mattress before getting on your knees in front of him. @@.gold;"If you keep my secret, I'll keep <em>this</em> one..."@@ you explain to him before wrapping your mouth around his length. Looking up at him, it's clear that he won't be able to react to you much more, there's clearly very little blood left in his brain. <<if $asslube is 0>><<set $submissiveness = 1>>Might as well get yourself prepared then. First one finger, then a second one enter your anus to very lightly stretch your entrance. After a minute or two, your hand wanders to @@.blue;Bryan@@'s shaft, rubbing it for a few seconds -- more to get the saliva on there than for actual stimulation. Your fingers then wander back to your sphincter and keep massaging it, ranging from gentle prodding to three-finger-fucking yourself before letting @@.blue;Bryan@@ enter you.<<else>>Since you don't have much to prepare, you can mostly concentrate on your blowjob technique. Your ass has long ago started running girlcum down your legs, you barely even muster the courage to touch your rear entrance. Still, you resolve to stretch yourself a bit before letting @@.blue;Bryan@@ enter you.<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>And it clearly is too much for him to handle. @@.blue;Bryan@@ freezes up at the sight of your @@.gold;perfect pussy@@. Unable to move, he just kneels in front of the bed, staring at your crotch. You have to hold back laugher, but also know that you should take care of him and keep this roleplay going before he snaps. Moving over to the edge of the bed, you grab him by the shoulders, turn him around and seat him on the mattress before getting on your knees in front of him. @@.gold;"If you don't tell Mommy and Daddy about seeing little sis' pussy, I won't tell them about <em>this</em>..."@@ you explain to him before wrapping your mouth around his length. Looking up at him, it's clear that he won't be able to react to you much more, there's clearly very little blood left in his brain. Good, that leaves you to concentrate on the blowjob. You slobber over @@.gold;big bro@@'s cock noisily, leaving trails of saliva everywhere over the bed and his crotch. Just like your mouth, your snatch is starting to drip its juices everywhere, and just a minute or so of sucking sees you more than ready to have your muff stuffed. You give him a couple more moments in your warm, inviting mouth before letting him enter you for good.<<endif>> But now you figure it's about time for that. Drawing back from his cock with a wet slurping noise, @@.blue;Bryan@@ doesn't even react to the interrupted fellatio, apparently he's in his own little world now. As you move to climb back up the bed, your eyes drift toward your purse that you dropped nearby, and two scrunchies catch your gaze. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>... She knew you'd come here and what @@.blue;Bryan@@'s all about. Regardless, there's no danger to it, and it'll help with the role. With surprisingly adept hands, you tie your hair into pigtails, immediately making you look ten years younger, like a high school senior, @@.gold;although it would help if you didn't have precum dripping down the corner of your mouth@@. Here you are, approaching the finish line, you push @@.blue;Bryan@@ to fall on his back and straddle him, finally being face-to-face with him again. At a moment's notice, he seems to react to you again, like he just woke up from a restful slumber, now hardly able to believe his luck. You insert his meat into your under a heavy breath and a silent moan. When you open your eyes again, @@.blue;Bryan@@ stares at you in amazement. @@.blue;"I can't... Sis, I didn't know you were so... dirty,"@@ he tells you, incredulous. You whisper into his ear, @@.gold;"For you I am, big bro"@@, followed by a smile and a tremendous cry of pleasure as you impale yourself on @@.gold;big bro@@'s rod. Just to avoid having to watch his shocked, frankly stupid-looking face, you go in for a kiss you won't break until you've got him of for good. And on that topic, you don't break rhythm either, your ass still slapping on @@.blue;Bryan@@'s pelvis with force and in steady intervals. He's definitely not the best you had; sex with him isn't all that different to boning a dead fish you imagine, all you get is some occasional twitching and a constantly gasping mouth. The quality is definitely not in the act itself, but you have to admit that somewhere in the middle, you stopped playing along for him and actually started to enjoy playing the role of his perverted <<if $penis is 1>>'sister'<<elseif $penis is 0>>sister<<endif>>. @@.blue;Bryan@@'s clearly not very experienced either. Your thoughts drift, pondering what it would feel like to deflower a virgin, somebody who can't believe that @@.gold;a knock-out@@ like you would defile herself in bed with a down-on-his-luck guy like him. Pondering has to be cut short though, interrupted by @@.blue;Bryan@@ who actually wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him before unloading deep, deep inside you, as far as he can reach toward your @@.gold;center@@. The warmth entering and heating you up is prompting spams of your own, declaring the arrival of your own orgasm. Your juices shoot <<if $penis is 1>>all the way up @@.blue;Bryan@@'s belly, forming a sticky puddle there.<<elseif $penis is 0>>all over @@.blue;Bryan@@'s dick, basically soaking his scrotum and the sheets beneath in clear pussymilk.<<endif>> You don't expect him to be with you anytime soon, so might as well get dressed. That was <em>fun</em>. No doubt about it, this will have consequences for your transformation, you already feel a little shorter, in fact... but you needed this. This was good for you. It felt good. A while later, even @@.blue;Bryan@@ comes to. You didn't want to leave without saying goodbye;and especially not without getting paid. He catches onto that quickly enough and hands you another 200 bucks without speaking a word.<<set $cash += 200>> You doubt that he could anyway. Which gives you a fun idea. @@.gold;"Gee, thanks so much bro! I love you, please call me again soon,"@@ you chirp, hugging him from the side and stroking his cock with your thigh. That's a goodbye he won't soon forget. Well, the hotel's booked for the whole night, so if he finds himself stunned, he'll be taken care of in the morning at the latest. With a victorious smile on your lips, you leave the hotel behind and [[return to your apartment.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]

<em>The following scenes have been written by none other than JoeForest from TFGS! Author of [[The Collar|http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=483]], [[The Broken Sensor|http://www.tfgamessite.com/?module=viewgame&id=679]] and [[S.L.U.T. Academy|http://www.tfgamessite.com/index.php?module=viewgame&id=574]], as well as Total Immersion on [[hentaifoundry|http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/JoeForest/19339/Total-Immersion]] and [[tgstorytime|http://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3064]].</em> <hr> So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Jim@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a middle-aged guy greets you. There's really very little distinguishable features about him, he's pretty much your average Joe. At the very least he seems to find you attractive. @@.gold;Who wouldn't?@@ @@.blue;Jim@@ excitedly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. @@.blue;Jim@@ pulls up a chair and sits opposite you, obviously nervous. @@.blue;"So, aha, youâ€™re my girl for the evening then?â€@@ @@.gold;Well, this is new...@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Yeah, I- all yours."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Yeah, Iâ€™m all yours."@@<<endif>> Leaning forward, you give him a great view of your generous @@.gold;cleavage@@ â€“ but he doesnâ€™t seem all that interested. @@.blue;"Okay then... erm, can I see your p-pussy?"@@ @@.gold;This has to be his first time, poor thing.@@ Smirking, you stand up and turn around, before slipping out of your dress and bending over in front of him. From the stifled gasp, it seems that the sight of your bare crotch almost gave him a heart attack. Intending to ease him in slowly, you turn your head to give him a smouldering look â€“ only to see that heâ€™s already dropped his trousers, a rock hard cock pointed straight out from his crotch. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh -y, you like what you see-EEEH~!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh my, you like what you see-EEEH~!"@@<<endif>>, [[he takes you off your game.|Week 3, Day 5 - Sexing Jim - Creampie Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ \ He rushed forward with no warning, quickly shoving his bare cock into your exposed @@.gold;pussy@@. Grabbing a firm hold of your hips, @@.blue;Jim@@ pushes you face down on the bed, before thrusting @@.gold;balls deep@@ inside of you. Leaning over you, and not stopping his pounding for a second, he whispers in your ear. @@.blue;"Are you on the pill,@@ @@.gold;whore?"@@ Thinking back, you remember the pills that <<if $contraception3 is 1>>you bought from <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> â€“ the pills that you hope is going to spare you any more problems than you already have to cope with.<<else>><<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> offered you â€“ the pills which seem much more appealing now that thereâ€™s actually a dick in your hole.<<endif>> <<if $contraception3 is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Y-yes, I a-."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Y-yes, I am."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"No... I- not."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"No... Iâ€™m not."@@<<endif>><<endif>> <<if $contraception3 is 1>>@@.blue;Jim@@ stops for just a second, before countering, @@.blue;"Well, gonna have to work a bit harder than, huh?"@@<<else>>@@.blue;Jim@@ stops for just a second, before whispering one final word to you. â€œ@@.blue;Good.@@â€<<endif>> Immediately, he then goes on the offensive again, pounding against your (@@.gold;fertile?@@) cunt even harder than before. While you didnâ€™t get a good look before, you can tell that @@.blue;Jim@@ possesses one of the larger cocks youâ€™ve serviced, your pussy walls gripping tight around him as he pistons back and forth. @@.gold;What if... what if I can get pregnant?@@ The thought is quickly driven from your mind, however, as @@.blue;Jim@@ snakes a hand around to rub at your new @@.gold;clit@@, eliciting a sensual @@.gold;moan@@ from your swollen lips. Now more than ever youâ€™re pushing back against him, @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s trying to fit as much as possible inside you. Pretty quickly, the pleasure piled up overflows into a @@.gold;moaning orgasm@@, your legs shaking and @@.gold;cunt@@ twitching. This in turn seems to push @@.blue;Jim@@ closer to his limit, as he pushes into you harder than ever, the tip of his dick pressed right up against your cervix. @@.blue;"Beg for it... beg for my cum,@@ @@.gold;slut!"@@ You canâ€™t stop yourself, helpless before the dick inside of you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-lease! Do it inside, -reed me!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Please! Do it inside, breed me!"@@<<endif>> With a final grunt, @@.blue;Jim@@ came explosively, the inevitable wave of thick @@.gold;semen@@, pumped directly into your hot @@.gold;womb@@. Holding himself there, @@.blue;Jim@@ fires off round after round inside of you, gripping tighter to your hips each time. @@.gold;Now thatâ€™s what I call a creampie...@@ [img[images/crpi1.jpg]] Finally, he slowly pulls out of you, throwing a wad of bills onto the bed in front of you. @@.blue;"$300, as agreed."@@<<set $cash += 300>> Still pretty out of it, you shift your eyes to take a look at the money. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Yeah... looks a-out right..."@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Yeah... looks about right..."@@<<endif>> Unsteadily, you start to get to your feet, but @@.blue;Jim@@ gently places a hand on your back, stopping you. @@.blue;"Although... for twice that again, Iâ€™ve got something else in mind..."@@ Apparently, your performance was so good, heâ€™s convinced that youâ€™ll be worth the money for this next part. He does, however, warn you that it might get a bit... intense. @@.gold;As if what you just did wasnâ€™t intense enough already.@@ Asking him for more information doesnâ€™t yield much, but he does say that <<if $contraception3 is 1>>he wouldnâ€™t place too much faith into your birth control after this<<else>>there's no way he's going to be paying child support after this<<endif>>. [[Accept his offer?|Week 3, Day 5 - Devouring Jim - Creampie Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Or do you turn him down, and return home?|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]] @@.gold;I think Iâ€™ve had enough for today.@@<<endif>>

<<set $condomallergy = 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 2>><<endif>>\ \ \ You think it over for a second, before nodding. @@.gold;"Iâ€™ll do it."@@ @@.blue;Jim@@ breaks out into a wide smile, @@.blue;"Brilliant! Now, you roll onto your back, let me just grab a couple of things."@@ Obeying him, you slowly roll over, your legs still dangling off the edge of the bed, as @@.gold;jizz@@ slowly starts to leak out of you. The first thing that @@.blue;Jim@@ brings over to you is one of the pillows from the bed, which he places under your arse, angling your crotch toward the ceiling and stopping any more @@.gold;cum@@ from escaping. @@.gold;I should remember that one...@@ Taking a small blister pack out of his pocket, he pops out two of the pills and quickly dry swallows them. At your questioning look, he only gestures to his rapidly hardening dick. @@.blue;"Keeps me hard, and keeps me cumming!"@@ @@.gold;Ooh, brilliant!@@ Practically wriggling in anticipation, you gasp as @@.blue;Jim@@ presses himself up against your sloppy, and still very sensitive, pussy. @@.blue;"Now then, letâ€™s see how much more your little cunt can take..."@@ Grabbing onto your hips again, he slides inside of you even more easily this time, and you realise something else. As youâ€™re facing him this time, you can see the look on his face â€“ almost predatory, and very @@.gold;dominating@@, although youâ€™re not really very hard to dominate. You really are nothing but a @@.gold;whore@@ to him, a life support system for your wet cunt. @@.gold;I was wrong... heâ€™s definitely done this before.@@ Looking further down, you almost immediately cum from what you see, as your stomach is bulging in time with @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s thrusts; it seems that your smaller stature is having more of an effect on your physiology though, as all you feel is increasing waves of pleasure from the increased stretching. Almost too soon, @@.blue;Jim@@ tenses up again, another forceful ejaculation finding itself deep inside your @@.gold;love tunnel@@, triggering your second orgasm of the night. Before you have time to come down from it though, @@.blue;Jim@@ quickly starts up again, still as hard as ever. @@.gold;OMG, those pills are amazing!@@ Without being asked this time, you start begging again, wanting nothing more than a fresh batch of jizz inside of you. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-oooore, I neeeed it... ahn~... e--ty your -alls inside -e!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Mo-ore, I neeeed it... ahn~... empty your balls into me!"@@<<endif>> @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s third load of cum quickly follows, along with another orgasm of yours, with which you show your earlier talent of squirting violently over his abs. Completely ignoring it, @@.blue;Jim@@ still doesnâ€™t let up, as he reaches into his pocket for a second time. Still dick-dumb, it takes you a second to see what heâ€™s holding up. [img[images/sperm_pendant.jpg]] @@.blue;"Iâ€™m going to put this on that choker of yours nowâ€¦ apparently itâ€™ll help you like this sort of thing even more."@@<<set $creampiePendant = 1>> Flashes of worry go through your mind, but youâ€™re having trouble focussing on why putting a pendant of a sperm cell on your magic collar might be a bad idea. As he leans forward over your body, @@.blue;Jim@@â€™s cock takes on a deeper angle inside of you as you cum once again, so you hardly notice the surprisingly loud *click* of the pendant attaching to your choker. A deep shiver runs through you, from your neck down to concentrate on your warm @@.gold;prick-holster@@, which explodes again in pleasure when @@.blue;Jim@@ fills you up for a fourth time, each time feeling even thicker and more potent than the last. [img[images/crpi2.jpg]] Finally, he withdraws from your battered slit, your upturned position still working to keep the mass of baby-batter dripping into your womb. @@.gold;Exactly as it should.@@ Fetching his wallet, @@.blue;Jim@@ retrieves six crisp $$100 bills, before shoving them crudely into your cum drenched hole, where they act as a makeshift (and very expensive) plug.<<set $cash += 600>> @@.blue;Jim@@ doesnâ€™t say anything more to you, leaving your womb to marinade in his @@.gold;nut-butter@@ as he quickly redresses himself and leaves. @@.gold;I hope I see him again...@@ Soon enough, you gather the energy (and motivation) to get up from the bed, where you surprisingly made very little mess. It seems that @@.blue;Jim@@ was very good at getting all of his cum where he wanted â€“ and the wad of bills stuck in your cunt was going to stay there until you got home to a shower. @@.gold;No point letting anything go to waste!@@ On the journey home, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>â€™s voice rings out in your head.\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>\ @@.red;"Dear lord, that was rough. Four loads in one evening, all by one client. Keep going like this and you're going to surpass me during my best days."@@ You blush, not sure whether out of embarrassment or shy pride. @@.red;"Quite daunting too, go on like you are and no birth control on the planet can save you from pregnancy." "Speaking of birth control, I'm sure you can't wait to hear what your new accessory does!"@@ Reaching up, you touch the silver pendant with one hand, as a shiver focuses on your crotch again, feeling a bit too good for your tastes. @@.red;"Oh, I hope you didn't think this gift was purely cosmetic. No, even though I doubt your clients will offer it, you should decline condoms from now on, for your own sake. The reaction to it... well, I suppose it's in the eye of the beholder, I'm sure you would revel in the feeling, after your performance tonight."@@ She chuckles characteristically and takes her leave, so to speak.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>\ @@.bunny;"Like, oh-em-gee,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, that was sooo hot! I canâ€™t believe youâ€™ve got 4 yummy loads of cum just sittinâ€™ inside of you right this second! Iâ€™m so jealous! Anyways, I just looove the new addition to your choker, Iâ€™m kinda surprised you went for it so eagerly!"@@ Reaching up, you touch the silver pendant with one hand, as a shiver focuses on your crotch again. @@.gold;Yep, Iâ€™m not even going to try and take this thing off.@@ @@.bunny;"Now, you probably wanna know what it does, and I thiiiink it stops you from using icky condoms. I mean, whoâ€™d even do that anyway? But ya, itâ€™s all bareback from now on! Anâ€™ if your coochie DOES work, then youâ€™re gonna be preggers in no time! Yay! Anyway, I gotta go anâ€™ do some boring stuff now. Buh-bye!"@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>\ @@.orange;"Good to see you keep working hard, dear. I'm not surprised that you've so readily sold yourself, but to that extent... I must say I did not expect that. To think we spent so much time talking about birth control, if you keep going like this, you won't have to waste another thought on it."@@ She finishes the sentence with a throaty chuckle. @@.orange;"On that topic, your options are going to be limited from now on. I would strongly advise not letting your numerous customers put on condoms, if you should ever find somebody who wants to. That cute little pendant that you so greedily acquired will make sure the experience would be... a little too pleasant, even for you. But don't take my word for it, I won't complain if you're looking for empirical evidence. In fact, I expect and await it gleefully. See you then."@@<<endif>> More disastrous news. It's hard for you to feel anything about it really. As if the humiliation from the shape of this pendant wasn't enough, of course it has to magically force some sort of allergy to condoms onto you. [[You walk back home|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]], hoping you don't have to seriously contemplate pregnancy.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, or considering how you look at the moment in general. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Todd@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, an... honestly pathetic-looking guy greets you. His voice is somewhat squeaky and he sweats rather noticeably at your sight. @@.gold;Best to take it as a compliment.@@ He's really short too. Especially with your heels you tower over him, but even without them, damn. @@.blue;Todd@@ asks you to come in after a long, awkward pause, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. Fortunately, it only takes a minute or two for him to speak up in his weird voice. Immediately, @@.blue;Todd@@ is pretty forward, and asks you to show what you have... down below, seemingly unconvinced that you could honestly be a genetic male. @@.gold;A...nother compliment, you suppose?@@ Complying, you expose your crotch for him to see. He seems taken in by the sight of your <<if $transformationProgress is 0>>6 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 1>>5.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 2>>5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>>4.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 4>>4 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 5>>3.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 6>>3 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 7>>2.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 8>>2 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 9>>1.5 inch dick<<elseif $transformationProgress is 10>>1 inch oversized clitoris<<endif>>, hardly able to believe his luck. Enchanted, he suddenly kneels before you and surprises you by starting to [[lick it.|Week 3, Day 5 - Sexing Todd - Shemale Lover]]

Wow, this guy has some experience, you can tell. You've had quite a few sexual encounters with various ladies, most of all <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, and you have to say, his tongue is definitely among the better ones. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't intend this to be how the evening ends though. After a few minutes of ministration, he grabs your legs and flaps you on your back, unresisting. @@.blue;Todd@@ disconnects from your @@.gold;guyclit@@ with a pop and enters you quite roughly through your rear immediately. He's already gotten hard just from blowing you. @@.gold;If you're not careful, you're going to get outslutted here.@@ It's not exactly big, but you're worked up enough already that it should do the job for you. Beginning to thrust, @@.blue;Todd@@ is fucking you, and while it's pleasant, you have to put in some acting to really convince him. At first he was standing, but starts leaning onto you now, trying to kiss you. Quickly, he realises that he's physically too short for that, and thus opts to suck on your teats instead. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>@@.gold;Oof, you don't mind, that feels <em>great</em>!@@ It gets you seriously worked up.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> As time goes on, the pleasure progressively becomes more and more real, and less of an act. Regardless, when @@.blue;Todd@@ suddenly speeds up, it's much too early, and while you felt really damn good up until now, the dwindling orgasm makes you quite frustrated.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> Even the hot seed invading your ass isn't quite enough to get you off. Well, you should have known life as a prostitute isn't <em>that</em> cozy. Or cozy in any way, now that you think about it. This is far from your worst problem though, so sulking over it is pointless. Maybe you'll just finish the job yourself when you're back home. Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel something [[enter your ass again.|Week 3, Day 5 - Todd Wants You - Shemale Lover]]

What the hell? The deal clearly said <em>once</em>, not as often as he likes. You push @@.blue;Todd@@ off with your legs, and tell him exactly that, sitting up on the bed. @@.gold;"Hey, stop that, you only paid for o--ackk"@@, your voice is cut off by the short guy jumping on the bed and trying, and succeeding, to enter your mouth for a second round. As a result, you're coughing a little, which in turn helps to push him off you another time. <<if $submissiveness gte 4>><<if $obedience lt 4>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<elseif $obedience is 4>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>>\ However, your efforts turn out to be futile. @@.blue;Todd@@ speedily moves behind you now and wraps his right arm around your waist, preventing you from getting up. How is his right arm so strong, fuck, you can't get out! He proceeds to pull you into his lap and this time enters you for good. Testing his strength meekly one more time, you surrender to the situation at hand. You simply cannot escape his grasp. Might as well make the best of it. Hesitantly, you get yourself back into the rhythm, bobbing up and down on his thighs. Now that @@.blue;Todd@@ showed you how strong he is, it feels like... kind of like you're melting inside. Like you're swooning over how he's holding you right now. @@.gold;Using@@ you as he pleases. That thought shoots you over the edge, some small strings of cum drooping down your dick @@.gold;cutely@@. This is far from done however. @@.blue;Todd@@ barely reacts to your scream of pleasure, although you think you could see a fleeting grin on his face. So he continues @@.gold;abusing your body like the cocksleeve you are@@ for hours, barely giving you a rest. Finally though, he's injected you with his final load of cum, filling you pretty much to the brim, before falling asleep out of exhaustion. You could use a little rest too, but don't take too much time to clear your head. Fortunately, you've got your wits about you pretty quickly, so you check your holes to avoid leaking all over your clothes, which you put on afterwards. There's just one more risk you need to take before leaving. The money. Good for you that @@.blue;Todd@@ actually threw his pants on the floor at some point during the evening. Moving closer, you pick through every pocket of the jeans, until you finally strike gold. Sifting through the wallet, you find $$400 in cash! He probably brought it as a backup strategy for when his rape plans wouldn't work. @@.gold;You're glad they did, though...@@ Just to fuck with him for putting you through this, you throw some of the cards out of the window and put the wallet back into his pants, maybe he won't even notice right away.<<set $cash += 400>> Looks like you have everything taken care off. Not wanting to risk waking that @@.gold;lovely@@ guy up, [[you head home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]\ \ <<else>><<set $quiz3 = 1>>However, that doesn't help you much. @@.blue;Todd@@ quickly moves to your back and wraps his right arm around your waist. Damn, how is his right arm so strong? You're absolutely unable to escape his grasp by sheer force, you keep pulling but he doesn't budge an inch. Just as he's pulling you onto his lap, your struggling earns you a lucky hit, your elbow connecting right with his chin, knocking him backwards. <strong>Yes</strong>, this is your chance! You make a run for it and on the way out, grab the money @@.blue;Todd@@ left on the table near the entrance. Sucks that you got undressed at one point during the evening, because you sure didn't have time to get dressed in such an elaborate outfit while fleeing. So here you are, standing naked in a corner of the lobby, heaving and exhausted, counting the money you snatched. @@.gold;"ONE-HUNDRED DOLLARS?!"@@, you nearly blurt out. The agreed upon amount was $$300. This bastard planned not only tried to rape you, but also to rip you off. Which leaves you with the next problem.<<set $cash += 100>> Getting home. Naked. This is going to be great. The silver lining here is probably that it's late enough for the streets to be fairly empty, and your apartment being close enough to the hotel. Regardless, you get a fair amount of cars passing you by and honking, despite you hurrying up to get back home. Taking a bus would probably have been faster, but you definitely weren't comfortable riding it naked. Receiving so much male attention for your @@.gold;sexy@@ body has left you @@.gold;quite flushed@@.<<set $submissiveness += 1>> When you set foot into your apartment, the realisation that <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> only gave you the one outfit immediately dawns on you. You can't go naked for the whole remainder of the week... before you can even consider possible solutions, a voice appears in your head. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Looking good,"@@ it sneers.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Sexy bitch! *teehee*,"@@ it celebrates.<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Interesting style choice,"@@ it mocks you.<<endif>> Of course, her. This can only go wrong. \ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Don't worry, I saw what happened and already had your wardrobe re-stocked with the same piece you chose. Wouldn't want you deprived of your dress of choice. You'll just owe me a little favour<<if $quizLost is 1 or $quizLost2 is 1>>, but you know how that feels already<<endif>>,"@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ announces.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"I saw totally everything and super quickly snuck into your mansion to put the same clothes into your wardrobe again. You loved them so much, I didn't want to disappoint you! But now you owe me, like, tons. You'll have a chance to get even soon, don't worry,"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ announces cheerfully.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"No need to be afraid, I saw your little predicament and acted accordingly. Your wardrobe has been restocked with the outfit of your choice. Don't rack your brain over how you're going to repay this debt, I'll come up with something soon,"@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@ delights in telling you.<<endif>> Fantastic. Can't wait to see how that plays out. Anyway, you've [[arrived home|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]] after quite a shitty day.<<endif>>

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Dominic@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a scrawny, lanky guy greets you. The greeting doesn't exactly stop at a handshake. You've barely set foot into his hotel room and he already has his hands all over you, hugging you, stroking your arm to emphasise every word he says. Jeez, his profile wasn't kidding when it said he was into latex. @@.blue;"So, uhh, I guess we should just get started?"@@ [[Yeah, maybe you should.|Week 3, Day 5 - Sexing Lex - Latex Lover]]

<<if $obedience lt 4>><<set $asianProgress += 2>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 2>><<elseif $obedience is 4>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 2>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $submissiveness = 3>><<endif>><<set $cash += 400>>\ Lex is excited like a kid on Christmas Eve. Before you even finished saying "okay", he was dropping to his knees and trying to fetch something from beneath the bed. It takes him a few tries to get a good grip, but he eventually gets it out. This thing is huge! No wonder he had trouble slipping that out from under the bed, it's almost as large as the mattress. You can't think of another word than "it" to call it, because you have no clue what this thing is. It kind of looks like a rectangular black trampoline without its legs. Lex sees your confused expression and laughs. @@.blue;"It's called a vacuum bed, or vacbed for short,"@@ he explains. @@.blue;"The shiny black material in the middle here is latex, as you probably figured out by now,"@@ he continues, pointing at what you compared to the part of the trampoline that would bounce you. @@.blue;"You'll actually slip into this, there are two holes for your nose up here. Then we hook up a vacuum to the frame, suck the air out and the latex will stick to your contours reeeaaaal nice,"@@ he announces excitedly, staring at your lithe body. @@.blue;"Don't worry, it's all safe, and I'll be here to watch if something goes wrong, but it shouldn't. Used it many times, never had an issue, I promise. Come on now, hop in!"@@ Well, you did say you would accept his deal. You undress and let yourself be directed into the "vacbed". It's not that easy to get into this thing. Even with the air still inside it, the latex can fit pretty tightly, especially around some areas, like your<<if $chestImplant is 1>> enhanced<<endif>> chest. Nonetheless, with Lex' help, you manage after a few minutes of struggling. All that's left is to correctly align the nostrils and you think you're good to go. It feels weird, being encased by the tight, rubbery material. It's so thick that you can barely hear what's going on outside. The bright light streaming into a window is nothing more but a subtle sheen in the corner of your vision. Lex says something that you only note to be mumbling and humming, but you expect he's about to turn on the vacuum. You nod your head as best you can. Indeed, a loud noise announces that air is now sucked out, though your skin would tell you as much. What you thought was tight a second ago becomes a prison. Your latex outfit was already something to behold, but now every pore of your skin is compressed and covered by the synthetic, shiny material. You won't lie; it feels incredible. Every cell in your body is touched all at once. What's @@.gold;best@@ is how you @@.gold;can't move an inch@@. The choker runs wild in your thoughts, telling you how @@.gold;liberating@@ these @@.gold;restraints@@ are, and your brain is so happy it doesn't care to call out the paradox. Lex' hands dropping on your tits and mauling them helps that a good deal as another orgasm clears your head a little. The stimulation is right back though as your @@.gold;Master@@-- client is using his other hand to massage your crotch. It's so hard to gauge time when all your sense are either being shut down or assaulted with overstimulation. It feels like Lex bathes in your body's pure and utter sexuality for about five minutes, though it may as well be anything from ten seconds to an hours for all you know. You wiggle your mouth a bit; the latex is a little rough there, while it's extremely comfortable @@.gold;and comforting@@ everywhere else. That part turns out to be the one to throw you off when you realise what it actually is. A zipper. Lex slowly, sensually undoes it, doubtlessly enjoying the scene of your plump lips popping free of their prison. "Free" is perhaps a strong word though; the zipper is tiny. It's just barely wide enough to allow your mouth to poke out in its entirety. However, the seal is not broken at all. The latex is still pressing on your body as tightly as it was before. If it wasn't for the relatively cold air buzzing past your @@.gold;needy@@ lips, you might have missed the zipper opening at all. Since the zipper gets stretched and pulled against your skin by the vacuum, you do feel it press your lips against each other though, as if you were constantly pouting. <em>Ahn!~</em> A finger just ran along them, teasing you. One slips in, prodding your tongue and feeling how your lips naturally press against it. You know it won't end with a finger. You @@.gold;can't wait@@ to feel what's next. And you won't have to wait long. Something is pressing against your lips, just teasing you with the prospect of it entering. You part your lips just a hair's breadth and wiggle your tongue over something that feels decidedly like a man's glans, and tastes @@.gold;marvelously@@ like cock. Your tickling of Lex' urethra doesn't go unappreciated; with the help of a carefully prying finger, he allows his meat entrance to your mouth. Once inside, it's tough for him to get out, not that he'd want to. Your lips are pressed tightly together, which makes movement difficult. Kind of like you're completely, @@.gold;beautifully@@ immobile in this latex sleeve you're lying in while you're getting your face fucked. The advantage of your narrow mouth is that he's getting as good a grip from your lips as any pair of @@.gold;cock massagers@@ can give you. Lex starts to get used to the resistance he gets at every thrust and pull inside your mouth. Soon, he has a nice rhythm going for himself -- @@.gold;and for you@@. Once he adjusts properly, he can reach far enough to go a decent length down your throat, a skill that you wear as a badge of honour<<if $throatclit is 1>>, and which is doing wonders for your libido given your recent throat modification<<endif>>. It helps that you're so @@.gold;perfectly@@ bound in a sea of latex, too, keeping your mouth perfectly still, succulent and ready to @@.gold;serve@@. The increased friction from your lips also trips Lex up though. Much sooner than you expected, you feel the familiar, @@.gold;lovely@@ taste of cum shoot past them, flowing into your stomach unhindered. As Lex pulls out, he drags a few drops behind him, which he caringly reinserts into your mouth, where it's willingly, impatiently lapped up by you as your final orgasm of the night rocks the whole vacbed. [[You step out of the vacbed|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]], and can go back home. Of course you thank him for the money and the wild, @@.gold;wild@@ ride. You stretch out a little bit. Finally, Lex released you from your latex pleasure prison. [[Or did he?|Week 3, Day 5 - Be My Latex Doll]]

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Dominic@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a buff guy greets you. Well, more or less. Before shooting you a single short glance, he just tells you to come in curtly. Your legs are shaking slightly, your panties damp already. @@.gold;You could easily imagine to fall asleep in those arms...@@ You shyly make your way in, set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting anxiously for him to make his intentions known. He does so rather quickly, eyeing you all over. @@.blue;"Yeah, you'll do nicely"@@, he declares, making you @@.gold;blush@@. @@.blue;"Kneel."@@ This time, it's a forceful command. You hesitate for a second, taken aback by the sudden order. A moment later, he takes a step closer to you and glares at you sternly, reinforcing his command. @@.gold;Naturally@@, [[you obey.|Week 3, Day 5 - Sexing Dominic - Dominant Lover]]

@@.blue;"Present yourself"@@, he demands next. You catch on to what he means. Fiddling with your clothes, you free up access to your crotch, trying your best to stay on your knees, and lean backwards once you're done. <<if $penis is 1>>Spotting your @@.gold;cute@@ dick, he asks: @@.blue;"You one of those Thai Ladyboys, huh?"@@ That statement catches you off-guard. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"N-no, I'm not!"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"N-no, I- not!"@@<<endif>>, you nervously blurt out in a rush, and you're glad that's all that comes out of your mouth. Because in your head, the next words were: @@.gold;"I'm Japanese!"@@ These fucking chokers are chipping away at the last vestiges of your identity and it only gets worse the more flustered you feel. @@.blue;"Sure you're not"@@, @@.blue;Dominic@@ seemingly agrees with your protest. You still glare at him defiantly. @@.blue;"Tell you what, I heard you Orientals are phenomenal cocksuckers."@@ Again, you want to protest pretty much that entire sentence, but he waves you off, and you just meekly quiet down. @@.blue;"So you get over here and suck me off. If you're bad at it, I'll believe every word you say"@@, he pauses a moment, @@.blue;"but if you're good, that tells me you're nothing more than@@ @@.gold;a devious, cock-crazed whore@@@@.blue;, just like I thought"@@, he grins. Hmm, @@.gold;you can't find anything wrong with that logic, sounds fair.@@ You scoot closer to him and look up. @@.blue;Dom@@ still has a grin on his face and nods down at you. So you comply and start rubbing his crotch while you undo his belt and pants. @@.gold;Thai ladyboy, you can't believe it...@@ @@.blue;"Woah, never had a chick so enthusiastic she started trying to get me off before even undoing my pants. Off to a good start, sweetcheeks"@@, he compliments you from above. Before you can help yourself, you dreamily stare into his eyes and smile, but suppress it quickly. You have a point to prove here, concentrate! So you go back to rubbing his crotch and undressing him. Just because he pointed it out doesn't mean you'll change your behaviour, you make your own choices. @@.gold;You go girl!@@ Finally, you made it. @@.blue;Dom@@'s cock flops out of his pants and in front of your face. It's not huge, neither the biggest one you've seen so far, but definitely a respectable size, above average.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so -ig!"@@<<else>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so big!"@@<<endif>>, it escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself. Nervous, you look up to gauge his reaction, and you can see the same confident smile raining down on you. You're not doing much to disprove his theory so far and he seems to know it. @@.gold;Who cares, get to work sweetie!@@ Good idea. Continuing your stroking, you simultaneously take @@.blue;Dom@@ into your mouth and get to sucking. He's big enough that you're going to need your hands to help you for the most part, and he seems to appreciate it enough. Actually, he's up for a reward, he's complimented you again and again tonight. So you move your hands from his rod to his balls, and start massaging them gently. In addition, you look up into his eyes right before shoving yourself further down his cock slowly, producing a gurgling, gagging sound until your lips touch his pelvis. Looking up helps you take the dick all the way into your throat, and enables you to see @@.blue;Dom@@ looking up in reaction to your ministrations too, moaning loudly. @@.gold;Oh my, he's loving it, I must be doing a great job.@@ Is that really what you want? It must be, why else would you be doing it... Confirming this sentiment, @@.blue;Dom@@ starts resting his right hand gently on the back of your head, making you feel @@.gold;warm and fuzzy@@, even more than the exciting, enticing bobbing of your head already does. And just as you thought you couldn't love this more, the hand laying on your head tenses up and pushes you enough for your nose to make contact with his pelvis once again, easily. A familiar twitch. Then the flood gates are opened and waves of white cream are pumped straight into your stomach, only adding to all the warm feelings right now. What are these feelings? It's not just sexual pleasure, you're feeling safe and sheltered in @@.blue;Dominic@@'s presence, you have a hard time imagining yourself leaving. But for now, it's much more pleasant to bathe in the pure pleasure of the situation, and your lover seems to follow that path as well. You both sit down in front of the bed, leaning against it, both utterly satisfied.<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> @@.blue;"Shit, girl"@@, @@.blue;Dom@@ blurts out after a good minute of catching his breath. @@.blue;"I said you look like a good cocksucker, but you're a motherfucking champion!"@@ You blush and ejaculate furiously on your thighs upon having your dicksucking skills complimented. This seems to happen to you a lot, maybe it's time to take @@.gold;pride@@ in your whoring ability. He reminds you of the 'agreement' you two made before you got started. @@.blue;"Guess you have some skills not even you were aware of. Seems like I was right."@@ Is he, though? [[Maybe he is?|Week 3, Day 5 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover][$thaiName = 1, $firstname = "Kamlai"]] You certainly <em>feel</em> Thai, now that he reminds you... [[No, he's being crazy.|Week 3, Day 5 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover]] Thai Ladyboy? What a douchebag. <hr> <strong>Out-of-Character, spoiler(ish) warning:</strong> If you answer this in the affirmative, it <em>will</em> lock you out of some choices later! If you are unsure whether you want to take that risk, <strong>save</strong> the game here.\ \ <<else>>He inspects your @@.gold;beautiful@@ cleft with a testing glance. @@.blue;"You're a pretty cute girl"@@, he compliments you. Your cheeks redden noticeably. @@.blue;"How come a girl that pretty goes into a racket like this one?"@@ How much you wish you had an answer to that question. Since telling him is hardly an option, you just furrow your eyebrows adorably and shrug subtly. @@.blue;"Well, I certainly won't complain to have you here, gorgeous."@@ Oh please just stop. It's almost belittling now, @@.gold;and that's exactly what's starting to get you wet@@. @@.blue;Dominic@@ throws you two scrunchies. Or hair ties, or whatever you call them. You pick them up and shoot him a questioning glance. @@.blue;"Get prepared. Pigtails. One to the left, one to the right, I'm sure you know the drill."@@ Actually, you don't, but it is a pretty cute look for a girl, so @@.gold;you can't wait@@--it makes sense. You take care parting your hair and grabbing the most of one side, threading it through one of the scrunchies. Then take the rest of it and fasten it with the other one. That was way easier than you imagined, which is creeping you out. Turning your head, you lock eyes with your reflection in a nearby mirror. The sight turns your unease into a shiver of arousal. @@.blue;"Great, you can follow orders too. We're going to get along just fine, I think"@@, you heard from behind you, @@.blue;"but if you want to make sure, how about you move your mouth a little closer to me?"@@ Wow, subtle. Still, this is what he's paying for, and this is what he'll get. You scoot closer to him and look up. @@.blue;Dom@@ has a grin on his face and nods down at you. So you comply and start rubbing his crotch while you undo his belt and pants. @@.blue;"Woah, never had a chick so enthusiastic she started trying to get me off before even undoing my pants. Off to a good start, sweetcheeks"@@, he compliments you from above. Before you can help yourself, you dreamily stare into his eyes and smile, but suppress it quickly. Snap out of it! This is your job, why are you feeling like this? Okay, concentrate on the job at hand. You continue to fumble the zipper and belt on @@.blue;Dominic@@'s pants until you're finally face-to-face with his dick flopping against your forehead, causing you to @@.gold;giggle@@. It's not the biggest one you've seen so far, but above average for sure. Certainly bigger than any dick size you used to sport before.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so -ig!"@@<<else>> @@.gold;"Waaah, so big!"@@<<endif>>, it escapes your mouth. Obviously, @@.blue;Dom@@ likes to hear that, smiles at you confidently and you think it's time to start putting some real work in. With a dick that big in front of you, just your mouth might not suffice though, especially with your choker not helping train <em>these</em> skills at the moment. So your hands will have to help out, jerking the base, while your lips are sealing tightly around the shaft, bobbing up and down. You're getting good at this! However, @@.blue;Dom@@ seems to think you could be doing better. You feel hands grabbing your pigtails, holding them tightly. In reaction, you peer up at him with a confused look on your face, yet not ceasing to pleasure his cock. He breathes in deeply and smiles back at you. @@.gold;Looks like he really likes eye contact during a blowjob, good to know.@@ But it's more than that, as he makes clear a moment later. @@.blue;Dom@@ suddenly uses his grip on your hair to thrust you down his dick, your lips pushing your hands off his shaft. Having taken you by surprise, you cough and sputter a little around his cock, and he lets you off to catch your breath a second. Literally only a second though, before you are impaled on the hard rod once again, all the way down. @@.blue;"Always keep two scrunchies with me when I know I'll have a wild night. Those@@ @@.gold;fuckhandles@@ @@.blue;of yours are both sexy and useful, aren't they?"@@ @@.gold;Sure are... You're learning a lot today.@@ And you're going to learn what @@.blue;Dom@@'s seed tastes like, because he's pulling you so far down that your nose is touching his pelvis again, his cock twitching the moment it enters your throat for good.<<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> Good is exactly how you feel, and drunkenly looking at @@.blue;Dom@@ tells you he had a wonderful time too. Actually, he tells you so quite literally too. @@.blue;"Damn girl, you looked like a terrific cocksucker, but I had no idea!"@@, he praises your skills, which you take @@.gold;great pride@@ in. It's not time to relax just yet though, [[there's still some work to be done.|Week 3, Day 5 - Dominic Aftermath - Dominant Lover]] He doesn't pay you that much money for one single blowjob.<<endif>>

<<if $thaiName is 1>>Yeah, sure, of course you're Thai, right? Your beautiful tan skin and slanted eyes seem to indicate exactly that. If only you could get your skin closer to a porcelain white, like all the women in cosmetics ads back home. At least the locals seem to like a tan, but you find yourself criticising it on occasion, and trying to avoid catching too much sun in the summer. <<endif>><<if $penis is 1>>Still, you've got work left to do. But it's not up to you. Again, @@.blue;Dom@@ insists on being in charge, @@.gold;just like you want it@@.<<else>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>Just like he did for the rest of the evening, @@.blue;Dominic@@ is eager to take the reins.<<endif>> He surprises you by unveiling he brought a crazy arrange of bondage equipment along, and you've got a feeling he's not waiting for you to restrain him. Turns out, your intuition was correct. The is going to be a long evening. First, he straps you into something that [[binds your arms|armbinder - Day 5]] behind your back. It's a weird sort of restraint, but the leather feels pretty @@.gold;sexy@@ against your skin. Easily being able to handle you from behind, your <<if $penis is 1>>rear<<else>>pussy<<endif>> is next to @@.gold;serve its purpose@@. Your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<else>>slit<<endif>> is being used and abused, with @@.blue;Dom@@ exploiting the leverage he has over you by always having your arms under control. It's not really necessary though, you're quite content with your @@.gold;role@@. By the time he's finished with you from behind, and looking forward to use the next piece of equipment, you're pretty out of it already. This is exhausting, and you're giving him @@.gold;your all@@. He fastens something around your mouth and the back of your head. When it's secured, he forces your lips apart, and your teeth on a round piece of metal. By the time he's finished, you sluggishly realise you can no longer bite down or close your mouth, causing you to drool uncontrollably. <center>[img[images/ringgag.jpg]]</center> @@.blue;Dom@@ moves to make use of this next compromising situation. Even if you wanted to, resisting would be impossible. @@.gold;Good thing you're loving it then.@@ Since your lips are immobile, your throat is seeing a lot more use than the first time, not that you mind. In your current dazed state, your gag reflex is out of the picture anyway, making this whole act easier, in fact. Your throat is massaging the rod pistoning in and out of it, forming a tight seal around it. Through your training with your cumslut choker and your almost drugged state of dizziness, you have an easy time getting the best out of @@.blue;Dom@@. @@.gold;His seed.@@ Eventually he starts to get tired and shoots another respectable load into your stomach, just about when your throat is so numb you can barely swallow your saliva even after getting rid of the ring gag. @@.gold;With how much cum you've got in your belly, who needs spit anyway?@@ <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<if $throatclit is 1>>By now, you can hardly feel any sensation in your throat that you would expect, even after you were modified during your tryst with Jonathan. What you do feel however, that the pleasure from before is not willing to leave you alone, and wears you down even further.<<set $submissiveness = 2>><<endif>> Seems like that's it for the night. When it comes to the money, @@.blue;Dominic@@ turns out to be a stand-up guy. The deal was $$300, but he actually gives you a whopping $$600 cash!<<set $cash += 600>> @@.blue;"Never had a girl as good as you, and I like to reward that. I sincerely hope you stick with this whoring thing, I'd hate for this to be farewell."@@ Even after having come down off your @@.gold;cock trance@@ you feel deeply flattered. You give him a grateful, adorable peck on the cheek, [[before taking your leave with a heavy heart.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]] He took such great care of you, it's tough to imagine you might never see him again.

<center>[img[images/armbinder.jpg]]</center> <<back>>

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the hotel it is then. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet @@.blue;Takahiro@@ at a nearby hotel. Feels odd to be on the other side of that door, knocking. When it opens, a young Japanese guy greets you. Eye contact however, seems to be an issue for him. He's looking to the floor, blushing. @@.gold;Off to a good start, he's putty in your hands.@@ @@.blue;Takahiro@@ quietly asks you to come in, you set down your purse near the entrance to the room and take a seat on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him to make his intentions known. After a few awkward glances and some fidgeting, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ leaves to fetch something, and comes back with some costumes. The set he's carrying is pretty much comprised of your standard fetishised outfits. School uniform, nurse, policewoman... He shoots you a quick questioning glance, as if unsure whether you're up to this at all. But mostly you think he wants you to pick one outfit. You take the nurse costume and get dressed in front of him, giving him a bit of a show. Suddenly, looking at you isn't so difficult for him anymore. <center>[img[images/nurse.jpg]]</center> [[It's a tight fit|Week 3, Day 5 - Sexing Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]], the agency must've given him your measurements or something.

<<set $cosplaystages = 1>>@@.blue;Takahiro@@ looks so adorable, squirming at your sight. @@.gold;Not as cute as you though!@@ His discomfort obvious, you try to ease him into it and more importantly, attempt to get into the role. Not like you have a lot of experience playing a sexy nurse. @@.gold;It's up to you to change that, honey!@@ @@.gold;"How are we feeling today?"@@, you start off simple, moving towards him, your hands clasped together in front of you. @@.blue;"G-good"@@, is the even simpler answer. You smile warmly at him. @@.gold;"That's great"@@, you come even closer and slightly push him, to sit on the bed. @@.gold;"Why not just have a seat, and we'll see if we can't make you feel even better though. Examination comes first. Let's get your pants off for that."@@ That's exactly how you continue, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants while he sits on the front edge of the mattress. He sure appreciates you bending over right in front of him, your @@.gold;tits@@ pushed up almost into his face. His pants soon go flying into a corner of the room. @@.gold;"That's better! Now let's get a good look"@@, you tease him while dropping to your knees. @@.gold;You're a natural, you're getting into this quite easily.@@ @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s dick invades your mouth just as simply. With practiced ease, you pull out every stop to fellate him perfectly, your tongue swirling around his length at lightning speeds, your eyes fixed on @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s, and a barely noticeable smile on your spread lips. You don't want to finish him with a blowjob though<<if $throatclit is 1>>, even when it feels so right<<endif>>, he deserves a little better. Ejecting his dick from your mouth, you smile up at him, pull your corset down a bit, and envelop his rod with your tits. @@.gold;"Feel better yet?"@@, you ask him. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ doesn't manage more than exclamations of pleasure, making you @@.gold;giggle@@. You grab your jugs and press them together. Briefly, you think about how nice and soft they must feel for <em>him</em>, almost jealous. But those thoughts are gone as quickly as the sperm shooting from his testicles into his dick, and from there on your chin and all over your face.<<if $lactation is 1>> Simultaneously, your tits have warmed up enough to slosh with liquid. Liquid that wants to go somewhere, and that it does. Your milk shoots through the room, quite a few drops hitting @@.blue;Takahiro@@ himself, to his amazement.<<endif>> The hot strings of cum adorning you have you heating up in all kinds of places, your face least of all. <<set $submissiveness += 3>><<if $throatclit is 1>>The newfound sensitivity of your throat doesn't help either.<<set $submissiveness += 1>><<endif>> @@.blue;Takahiro@@ seems to have enjoyed it immensely, and why wouldn't he? After calming down a bit, he fetches his wallet unasked, and hands you <<if $lactation is 0>>$$200<<set $cash += 200>><<elseif $lactation is 1>>$$200, plus a $$100 tip for that milking action<<set $cash += 300>><<endif>>. However, he says he has another costume, and could go for a more... direct approach. He glances down<<if $penis is 1>>, and you get that he means to hint at your rear<<elseif $penis is 0>> at your pussy<<endif>>. There'd be another $$100 in it for you, he announces. Do you... [[...take the offer?|Week 3, Day 5 - Super Sexing Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[...refuse the offer?|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]<<endif>>

<<set $cosplaystages = 2>><center>[img[images/psylocke.jpg]] [img[images/psylocke2.jpg]]</center> Oh my, now that's taking it to another level. You're not sure who this character is, however you <em>are</em> sure you'd be covered in semen at any nerd-filled convention you'd hit in this outfit. Actually, the 'covered in semen' part is still quite likely to happen. Taking the costume and holding it up to your body, you can tell it will be a tight fit, but that looks like an intentional design philosophy. Once you manage to press yourself inside it, you're quite certain that the agency had something to do with this costume, or maybe even <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> herself. No other way that this thing fits you like it was moulded over your body. Hands grabbing your breasts from behind quickly take you out of your thoughts and a moan escapes your lips. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ is clearly getting more confident, and you're @@.gold;loving@@ it. Or perhaps you just look too @@.gold;hot@@ for him to control himself. Either way, you feel exactly the same, and can't wait to get off after working yourself up quite nicely during the nurse roleplay. You push yourself into @@.blue;Takahiro@@, his rock-hard dick slipping up and down between your ass-cheeks. <<if $penis is 1>>His pre-cum will make for nice lube<<if $asslube is 1>>, not that you need any help with that nowadays<<endif>>.<<endif>> Just as unexpectedly as the mammal molestation, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ suddenly puts his forearm across your shoulder blades and pushes you down forcefully, landing face first, bent over the bed. <<if $penis is 1>>You squeak in surprise and your sphincter clenches in arousal<<elseif $penis is 0>>You squeak in surprise and feel your snatch lubricating in arousal<<endif>>. @@.gold;Unable to resist a strong man's wishes@@, you feel the part of the costume covering your genitals being pushed to the side, and you elect to help. You take the fabric out of @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s hands so he can focus on @@.gold;controlling you@@. He rests his erection on your entrance, and one hand on your back, affectionately rubbing and patting you. Finally, he enters, and you reward him with a loud, but breathy sigh. It seems he interpreted your moan @@.gold;correctly@@, and makes a show of ploughing you thoroughly. Constantly rising, the volume of your moans echoes in the sparse hotel room, with @@.blue;Takahiro@@ kneading the flesh of your ass every now and then, much to your pleasure. Sooner than you expected, you orgasm, <<if $penis is 1>>shooting sperm all over the bed<<elseif $penis is 0>>your moans peaking in intensity as you do<<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>, and @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s seed is soon unloaded into you. Clearly he enjoyed it as much as you did, both of you coming off an incredible orgasm. You're happy you could blow off some steam, you definitely would've been pressed for sex if you had gone home before really giving your client a show. However, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ found some confidence in the end... and maybe a bit too much for you. <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> He definitely seems grateful for the night you spent with him, and hands you your well-earned $100.<<set $cash += 100>> @@.blue;"Arigato"@@, he says with a smile, and most surprisingly, eye contact. Maybe you really helped him with his self-esteem here, although it'll probably be nothing more than a temporary boost. @@.gold;It isn't temporary if you keep fucking him, you know...@@ Anyway, you're not a therapist, and are just happy that you made good money tonight. You thank him as well and <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[return home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]<<else>>return home. At least you plan to, before he speaks up again and speaks to your utmost desires.<<endif>> Actually, there is one last proposal @@.blue;Takahiro@@ has in mind. This one would pay... another five-hundred bucks?! He says he likes you, so as a warning, he wants you to be prepared for something quite extraordinary... how ominous. And apparently he's not willing to be any clearer; this is all the information you get. [[Take his mysterious offer?|Week 3, Day 5 - Oh My Takahiro - Cosplay Lover]]

<<set $cosplaystages = 3>><<set $superheroFetish = 1>><<set $superheroClothing = 1>><<if $superheroClothing is 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, covering your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">><<endif>>\ <center>[img[images/TsubomiFront.jpg]] [img[images/TsubomiClose.png]] [img[images/TsubomiBack.png]]</center> You can't tell where this character originated from, but you can't imagine it in any sort of freely available comic book. Probably straight out of porn. @@.gold;And it looks real natural on you!@@ You're grateful the windows are closed, or you'd freeze your <<if $penis is 1>>balls<<elseif $penis is 0>>umm... labia (?)<<endif>> off. Honouring @@.blue;Takahiro@@'s wishes though, you start putting it on, once again surprised at the tight, precise fit to your proportions. First the panties, then the thigh-highs. The heels, the "tube top" and the tiny jacket, and finally, the cute hairband. Once dressed, you're getting quite excited by your sight, which means the costume is working as intended. @@.blue;Takahiro@@ steps closer though, holding a small piece of fabric. A choker... He realises that you're already wearing one, and seemingly understands -- or recalls? -- that this part of your wardrobe does not come off. He proceeds to fiddle with the thing a bit, before he presents you with just the red pendant that was attached to it. Not bothering to wait for your approval, he attaches it to your @@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@ choker, but you raise your chin to give him easier access, not seeing why you shouldn't. As the *click* of the pendant seems to reverberate through the room despite its small size, an indescribable shiver runs through your body. <center>[img[images/TsubomiChoker.png]]</center> In response, you touch it with concern. You look so pretty in the costume... But that wasn't just a cold shiver, was it? @@.blue;"I don't think that will come off"@@, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ chimes in. You can't think of anything to do but gasp at this announcement and look stumped, with your mouth hanging open, speechless. Apparently, that's all the invitation that your partner needs, because he grapples you to the ground and enters your mouth right away. Quickly, you find you're getting into a rhythm after so much activity in one evening. Deepthroating @@.blue;Takahiro@@ comes so naturally now, it's barely more challenging than taking a breath. Quite enthusiastic to get him off -- after all, consider how much he's willing to pay for you -- you start out with quite a speed and thrust to your sucking. But you're stopped midway through. As much as you can tell @@.blue;Takahiro@@ enjoyed it, he understandably expects more than a BJ for this kind of money. Once again, <<if $penis is 1>>your sphincter<<elseif $penis is 0>>your pussy<<endif>> has to pay the price. @@.gold;Oh come on, you know you'll love it@@. At the very least your body seems to think so, since you're already on auto-pilot, bumping up and down your client's rod, bent over the bed, your @@.gold;massive@@ ass slapping loudly and lewdly against his hips with every thrust. Even @@.blue;Takahiro@@ is starting to breathe heavily and emit some audible grunts. Poor fellow probably isn't used to this kind of workload. You figure he'll live. You feel very much alive as well. Never would you have imagined you would have as many orgasms as you did in one single evening. <<if $penis is 1>>Your equipment might still be male, but you truly fuck like a @@.gold;whore@@.<<elseif $penis is 0>>Going for a real pussy has paid off tenfold already, you can't imagine yourself ever stopping, you @@.gold;whore@@.<<endif>> Sadly, the reality of things is that you have to, or at least @@.blue;Takahiro@@ has to. Knowing the choker, you probably <em>could</em> go on forever. @@.gold;What an excellent idea!@@ But eventually, you feel the familiar hot rush of seed invading your <<if $penis is 1>>asshole<<elseif $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>>slit<<endif>> and your lover topples over onto your back, the both of you just awkwardly half-lying on the bed. You're okay with that though, a little bit of rest would do wonders even for you. <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>> Even with an amount this high, @@.blue;Takahiro@@ willingly pays up before you could even relax some more.<<set $cash += 500>> Interesting to see how much cash he brought. And how many outfits... The costume! You almost forgot, you need to return it. Take it off... That thought is utterly repulsive to you, you find yourself unable to take off even one of the gloves. Your flinching doesn't go unnoticed, and @@.blue;Takahiro@@ allows you to keep it. @@.gold;How nice of him, this is even more exciting than the other clothes!@@ You thank him kindly for the wonderful evening and take your leave, walking back home in your lovely new attire. As you do, a voice manifests in your head. Who else could it be but <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Hey girl! Wow, what a show that was tonight, unbelievable"@@, she @@.gold;praises@@ you. @@.red;"But what I find even more unbelievable is that you would let a client of my choice put more jewelry on your neck."@@ More jewelry? What is she talking about? Your hand shoots toward your neck. The pendant! Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.red;"Yep, the company was asking whether I could be bothered to help them test something new they had in the works. Gotta pay the bills, you know? Apparently, this newest experiment is aimed to infuse specific fetishes into little additions to chokers, like the pendant your wearing. This particular piece of art is related to the most recent entry in your wardrobe. Have fun trying to get out of that thing, because if the pendant's working right, you won't want to take it off for any but two reasons: waste disposal and semen intake. Even then it only really affects your panties. It just has a certain special quality, having sex half-dressed. But who am I telling that?"@@ You can practically see the wide grin on her face. @@.red;"Of course we can't expect you to wear that until the end of days. Thirty minutes in and it'd probably be coated in semen, sweat and saliva, knowing you. So we'll get you enough of these to have at least one ready to go at all times. Sound good? I bet it does... Have to run, busy day. Enjoy!"@@\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Hey@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! So you really totally went for it, huh?"@@ You're not quite sure what she's getting at. @@.bunny;"I mean, I know you were super into slutting around, but putting that on your neck after being all fussy about that kind of stuff..."@@ What is she... the pendant! Much like earlier, your hand shoots up at your neck, as if uncertain whether the jewel could've disappeared somehow. Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.bunny;"It's some new sparkly thing. I don't really get it, but the nice lady said, it's really useful to, like, switch things out and stuff. Anyway, they aren't totally sure if it works, but if it does, you'll fall in love with your outfit forever! You're only ever gonna take it off for peeing and stuff, or for fun time *giggle*"@@ @@.bunny;"Of course you can't wear one outfit every day. Clothes are the best part of being a girl! So I got you some outfits to change into if ya wanna wash this one. That's pretty much all, I guess. Keep going@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, you're being so slutty, I'm sure we'll be spending loooooooots more time together! See yaaa!"@@, and that's it.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;"Good to see you again, dear. I must say I am a bit surprised to find out you so readily accept new jewelry after all we've been through."@@ What? What's she on about? The pendant, right! Your hand shoots up at your neck, as if to check whether it's still there. Among all the depravity, orgasms and @@.gold;magnificent@@ blowjobs, you had completely forgotten about it. So that shiver was definitely more than a breeze, you can't believe you fell for this. @@.orange;"Oh yes, simply marvelous. I can't believe how this works every time. Regardless, you've already identified the reason for my little call. That pendant is not mere eye candy, as you seem to have figured out by now. The company was eager to get me to test it, so I thought, if you're going to make it this easy, why not? Looks like they want to make these fetishes easy to extend and swap."@@ Fetishes? @@.orange;"Like your new outfit?"@@ @@.gold;Hmmmmmm, <strong>yes</strong>!@@ @@.orange;"I hope you do, because you're not getting out of it. Well, obviously you can still take care of removing waste -- and perhaps attend to some other matters -- but you won't get out of that outfit otherwise."@@ She's right. You can feel it. The outfit becoming @@.gold;a part of you@@. You can't imagine ever taking it off again. @@.orange;"Of course, for practical reason, it wouldn't be sensible leaving you with only one of these, especially with your track record of seduction. So we've got your wardrobe stocked for almost any contingency, you'll enjoy being stuck in ridiculous clothes like these for the rest of your life. Oh, time flies, I've got other matters to attend to."@@ You could swear you hear her stomach growling at the end of that sentence. @@.orange;"As always, it was a real pleasure. Take care."@@ And with that, she's gone.<<endif>> Wow, the next thing you got yourself into. An apparently permanent fetish to extravagant, fetishised superhero costumes. It's true, you can feel it. The very idea to take off the outfit is absolutely repulsive to you. @@.gold;"At least you won't risk racking your brain over what to wear in the morning"@@, you joke to yourself, at this point you don't know how else to react to this kind of news. So it's probably best to just [[go home|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]] and forget about it.

So you've made the call. You're going to regret it, but backing out wasn't a choice at this point. You need money somehow, and who's going to hire you without papers, especially with how you look at the moment. Off to the shoot you go. @@.red;Bonnie@@ already arranged everything and sent you instructions to meet the producer directly at the shooting site. She said he'll take it from there. So you make your way to the site and are immediately greeted by the person who seems to be running the show. He talks to you in quite broken English, but it's adorable and you can understand him fine. It appears he takes great care to see that your every wish is being considered. You don't exactly trust that to be without its limits, but it relieves you greatly regardless. The prospect of shooting porn is unsettling, to put it lightly. At least somebody seems to be looking out for you. [[Some time passes as he explains what the film is supposed to be about.|Week 3, Day 5 - JAV Shoot]] It sounds fairly standard and not at all outrageous, like you expected.

After hearing lots of explanations, meeting the cast and the crew, things are finally moving on to the shoot itself. Your initial apprehension has been relieved by how down-to-earth and understanding everybody at the set has been. Then again, you didn't have to do anything yet, so it may be a bit early to judge. So here you go. You join the actor in the scene, a simple vanilla piece on a bed, as an introduction. He even wears a condom!<<if $penis is 0>> After @@.red;Bonnie@@ told you never to expect clients to wear one, you're especially surprised to see one here.<<endif>> They really do take good care of their actresses. <<if $condomallergy is 1>><<set $condomJav = 1>>A condom though... oh no, this could turn out to be a problem. Right when the shooting's about to start, you turn to the director to voice your concerns; the producer you initially met is lost in the crowd of employees surrounding you, it's not even clear whether he attends the filming at all. Apparently, the director does not speak too much English. All you get as a response is, @@.blue;"Don't worry, don't worry."@@ Easier said than done. But you try to heed his advice, you wouldn't want to cause a scene when everybody's been so nice. Your acting partner is looking at you and nods questioningly with a smile on his lips, asking whether you're ready. You nod back hesitantly, prepared to take what's coming. An allergy to condoms... what would you expect from that? Some swelling, some soreness? It's clear @@.red;Bonnie@@ doesn't want you to <em>die</em>, so you doubt it will be physically harmful. And she mentioned that somebody like you could enjoy the effects, whatever that's supposed to mean. It looks like you have a couple more minutes to ponder that, because while the guy starts moving in, it's mostly a make-out session and some foreplay at first. There's no way the actual repercussions are going to be worse than their anticipation, the stalling is killing you. At that moment though, the actor breaks your embrace, lays you down on the bed and kneels above you. He makes a grand scene of entering you, resting his dick just on the entrance of your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<else>>pucker<<endif>> for a few seconds before slowly, gradually gliding in, helped by the lubricant on the condom. For now, you're a little relieved, because nothing unexpected happens, nothing extreme. No explosions, no heart attacks. Your groin does heat up a little, but not to an unusual degree. Definitely unusual is the fact that it doesn't stop heating up though. When you think that your groin can't get any hotter, the sensation just starts to spread throughout your body, clearly serving to make you horny. Meanwhile, your colleague has found his rhythm, which isn't too impressive, and more designed to stretch the scene out a bit. He's casually boning you, smacking his pelvis against your buttcheeks regularly, but rather softly. The heat has reached your neck at this point and your whole body is burning up. Your groin, the center of this heat wave, is already starting to twitch uncontrollably, all the muscles in the area around your pelvis contracting and relaxing in powerful bursts. It's like a great energy going through you, like a sugar rush, like so many things, all at once. All of them make you feel like you need to move, need to exert energy, as if your veins would pop if you don't release this pressure. By the time you finish that thought, your brain has been set ablaze and there's no containing it now. Accompanied by a primordial scream, you grab your lover by the hips and topple him over in a display of incredible strength. You straddle him in a flash and <em>smack</em> your <<if $penis is 0>>pelvis<<elseif $penis is 1>>ass<<endif>> against his<<if $penis is 1>> pelvis<<endif>>, eyes rolling back in your head as your cries travel throughout the whole room. While your brain is shut down completely, it realises one thing: this isn't enough. Scanning the room, you find a guy completely engrossed in his cell phone. He isn't even watching, but he's only an arm's length away from you. Still pounding the dude below you, who still can't figure out what's gotten into you, your arm shoots forward, snatches cell phone guy by his shirt and nearly rips it in the process of bringing him closer. Never ceasing your furious bouncing, you fling his belt behind you in one quick motion, dropping his pants to the ground. Just where you need them. <<if $penis is 0>>You grab his arm and pull him behind you; the fact that you toppled over the actor means there is a large space behind you, where the pillow's lying, while the actor is resting at the very edge of the lower end of the bed. Cell phone guy gets situated on the pillow, clearly still out of it. One second he plays Candy Crush -- or whatever they play in Japan -- the next he's looking at a sex-crazed woman's juicy ass. After a few seconds of readjusting and some less-than-subtle hints as to what you're demanding from him, he lines up his cock with your sphincter, and enters soon afterwards. The double penetration manages to clear your head for just a moment, which is enough for you to realise that porn guy is still wearing his rubber. Deducing that it would be better to remove it, instead of being stuck in this trance indefinitely, you pause as briefly as possible, and in an instant fling his condom against the nearest wall before resuming your merciless fuckfest. Your pleasure is indescribable, the doubled ministrations both in your ass and your pussy press on your button harder than you thought possible, your g-spot essentially compressing to a tiny speck inside your love canal, never given much time to breathe. Similarly, you find it hard to catch your breath at times, for obvious reasons. When both guys are cumming inside you, your pleasure somehow amplifies even further. While the heat of their semen barely registers, its presence increases the pressure in your holes noticeably.\ <<elseif $penis is 1>>You grab his arm until he stands right in front of you; the fact that you toppled over the actor means there is a large space behind you, where the pillow's lying, while the actor is resting at the very edge of the lower end of the bed. You shuffle backwards a little, along with porn guy, never breaking rhythm, and signal for the cell phone enthusiast to kneel above the other's face. A minute ago, he was playing Candy Crush -- or whatever they play in Japan -- now he's facing a sex-crazed woman who pulls him into a sex scene. Understandably, he's a bit baffled by the whole affair, but fortunately, you don't require much input from him, only from his balls. You bow down and engulf his length with your lips, immediately forming a vacuum that puts modern machinery to shame. Cell phone guy was already at 'confused half mast' when you pulled him onto the bed, he's at 'pulsing steel rod' by the time your mouth touches him. Finally feeling relief from the burning, you experience your energy finally being put to use, the heat dwindling. Knowing you're on the right track, you're willing to expend all of it now. With unrivaled force, unrivaled speed, you're going down on these two innocent men like your life depended on it, which is a good image to visualise the pleasure you're experiencing. The double penetration manages to clear your head for just a moment, which is enough for you to realise that porn guy is still wearing his rubber. Deducing that it would be better to remove it, instead of being stuck in this trance indefinitely, you pause as briefly as possible, and in an instant fling his condom against the nearest wall before resuming your merciless, heavenly fuckfest. It truly is phenomenal, but it won't be complete until you get to taste the juice you so crave. This is no time to get complacent, you're able to keep up with this superhuman display of strength for minutes, without rest. Finally, you hear both the guys crying out, and their dicks announcing their breaking point, when the sought after rush finally flows through your throat and anus, the heat barely registering, but the pressure inside you only adding to the pleasure.<<endif>> This whole fun experiment goes on for two more rounds, until you're eventually so crammed with cum that you pass out for good after swallowing and absorbing everything you could get, <<if $penis is 0>>landing square on the actor's pecs.<<elseif $penis is 1>>impaling yourself further on the cock of cell phone guy<<endif>>. <hr> When you come to, you see some flimsy furniture and a small window, showing you a parking lot outside, or something like that. Looks like you're in a trailer of some sort. Further scanning of the room reveals the producer, apparently waiting for you to wake up. He notices that you did. @@.blue;"Ah, you're up. It's good to see you awake. We could tell you were just exhausted, so I brought you here to rest."@@ You want to thank him and apologise for the mess you caused, but are hindered by a glob of white liquid exiting your mouth as you open it. @@.blue;"I... wasn't the first to get to you."@@ The thought that you got used as a fucktoy while unconscious stirs something in you again.<<set $submissiveness = 1>> Regardless, you get on with your apology and thank the producer for his help. @@.blue;"Are you kidding me? Your juices coated the whole lower half of the bed! The sheets were literally dripping with your ejaculate. If you touched them, there were streams, <em>rivers</em> running down your hands. Nobody will believe that this wasn't some special effect, but I know it was real. Everybody here fell in love with you after your performance,"@@ he laughs, and you smile along with him. You're glad you weren't a disturbance; a great surprise even. He mumbles something about 'ahegao' in relation to the movie's theme and hopes to see you on set again some time. He also ups your pay significantly; he agreed on $$800 flat with @@.red;Bonnie@@, but pushes $$1200 into your hand!<<set $cash += 1200>> <<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 3>><<endif>> <<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>> You doubt you'll have a payday matching this one, but you also know that you've pushed it <em>far</em>. This condom allergy is a force to be reckoned with, and you'd do well to avoid another encounter with it. @@.gold;Why? You looked like you had fun...@@ Better move that fun somewhere else. [[Like your apartment.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]\ \ <<elseif $condomallergy is 0>>The actor meets you in an embrace, french-kissing you aggressively, which you return. Slowly, the two of you lower yourselves on the bed, continuing your caresses and fondling, with him going down to your breasts and sucking on them, to which you respond loudly. While you're distracted @@.gold;your friend@@ frees up access to your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<elseif $penis is 1>>rear hole<<endif>> and starts fingering you, getting you ready. It feels so odd having these cameras pushed up nearly into your face, you never imagined them being so close, but it makes sense to catch a lot of close-ups. For a while, the actor pleases you noisily with his mouth, before you turn him around to return the favour. Kneeling in front of the bed, you take him into your mouth and have him enter you completely. You catch glimpses of the camera crew and they seem quite amazed at something. Nevermind that, it's best not to get distracted. After a barrage of noisy sucking, you seem set for the finale. Letting him pull you back up onto the bed, you snake up his body and straddle him. If you're in a porn movie, maybe you should top it off with an explosive finish. You try your best to take the initiative, stay on top of the actor and ride him wildly, moaning, screaming, sweating, while he's kneading your @@.gold;tits@@ wildly. Biting your lip for the camera, you rest your hands on the guy's chest for leverage, while you're taking him deeper and deeper inside you. Well, he's not exactly the biggest you had... but his endurance sure is impressive. He proves as much when he starts pushing himself off the bed to get deeper inside you, causing you to finally erupt in one massive orgasm, <<if $penis is 0>>ejaculating a torrent of girlcum right down the cock impaling you.<<elseif $penis is 1>>squirting your jizz all over his chest, and some even on his face. To your surprise, he laps it right up, he's quite committed.<<endif>> Shortly thereafter, the actor himself wants his turn, pumping you full of his own juices before you collapse on his chest, heaving heavily while staring into the camera. The day continues, and while the work is more stressful than you imagined, it's still much more dignified and attractive than you first thought. You get along great with the crew, and the producer especially, as well as some of the employees seem absolutely infatuated with your performances. You're being paid right away, $$800 for a day's work!<<set $cash += 800>> What's more, at the end of the day you feel as clear-headed as you did in the morning, having had plenty of sex, yet not feeling the choker assert control. That must be a good sign! All the sexual need you felt earlier was sated as well. A perfect day, right?<<set $submissiveness = 0>> Sadly, perfect days end like any other. The producer emphasises how dearly he would love to shoot another movie with you, but that the studio doesn't have any more capacities, especially not in America. @@.gold;You were thinking about relocating after getting the choker off, weren't you? What a wonderful idea...@@ You thank everybody for their support, but eventually you have to [[head home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]<<endif>>

<<if $pickedRegular is 1>>You step into the hotel room, meeting your client for today. He's really nice, though a little sweaty and insecure for your tastes. His name's John, and apparently it's his first time "soliciting a hooker", as he so eloquently explains. You don't doubt it. If he's got hesitations, it's probably best to subtly guide him towards the nice, large bed right away. Trying to have him adjust to the new situation, you start a tame makeout session. After you've done that for a while, you need to decide how to play... well, the "hooker" portion of tonight.\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>>You enter the hotel room, where your client is already waiting for you. His name is Jack and he's considerably less nervous than John was. Not exactly a complete jock, but at least he has some basic confidence, going by the hand he rests on your ass as you're talking to him on the bed. You reply in kind with a gentle hand in his lap. Your little makeout session soon gets heated, and you're about to be in the thick of it. How do you want to handle it?\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 3>>Your client is already awaiting you in the lobby. At first, he tries to guide you outside, though he stops when he sees you confused. You explain to him that you're not the word "escort" was used liberally. He catches on a second too late for your tastes, but understands what you mean. Flustered, he asks you to accompany him to your room. Maybe you should've kept your mouth shut, could've made for a calm evening. Oh well. Up in his room, he apologise for the misunderstanding and introduces himself as James. He says quite a few things, though you're a little tranced by his impressive biceps. Actually, now that you're listening, he's talking about the very arms you're gazing at. Slightly self-absorbed, this one. So, how do you want to do this?\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 4>>This time, your customer is actually waiting in his hotel room, like it's supposed to be. He introduces himself as Jason. When you ask him whether he's getting ready for dinner, he laughs, not quite following. You explain that your last client wanted to take you on a date instead of employing your skills in the bedroom. @@.blue;"Really? That's hilarious. No offense, but I'd like to feel your body on my dick for a minimum of five seconds tonight, if you don't mind."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"Oh, don't worry, I- really good with -y hands under the ta-le,"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"Oh, don't worry, I'm really good with my hands under the table,"@@<<endif>> you joke again, and he laughs another time. This guy seems alright. What treatment does he get?\ <<endif>><<if $pickedRegular lt 5>> [[Let him take charge.|Week 3, Day 5 - Sexing Regular Client]] <<if $submissiveness lt 5>>[[Take charge yourself.|Week 3, Day 5 - Dominating Regular Client]]<<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $pickedRegular gte 5>><<set $cash += 200>>Once again, you picked the Average Joe. After two weeks of turmoil, you deserve a little reliability, right? So you go to the hotel lobby, as you always set it up, and wait. And wait. And wait. Is this guy a no-show? You're sitting here for fifteen minutes, telling the receptionist you're waiting somebody. The way you look, she can probably put two and two together. The phone rings, startling you. It was getting so nice and quiet. The receptionist picks it up and after a minute of conversation and many "What?"s on her part, she finally addresses you. @@.blue;"Miss? You were saying you're here to meet somebody?"@@ @@.gold;"That's right,"@@ you reply, still a little out of it by sheer boredom. @@.blue;"I think I had the person that you're waiting for on the line. It was very loud, he mentioned a bar. He said he can't see you tonight, I couldn't understand why, even after he said it three times. He was kind of mumbling."@@ Great, the guy got cold feet. You're starting to learn why this line of work isn't particularly popular. @@.blue;"However, he did state more clearly that he's sorry to miss the appointment and that he'd pay you the agreed upon $$200 regardless. He said 'the agency' should have the money already. Is there anything you'll need? A cab, maybe?"@@ You thank her, but decline. Complete waste of that trip. But hey, don't go complaining, you just got 200 bucks for doing absolutely nothing. Maybe you should go after the shy ones more aggressively, eh? [[You go back home,|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]] exhausted after an arduous, back-breaking day of work.\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0 and $pickedRegular neq 3>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ <<if $pickedRegular is 1>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ You just can't bring yourself to take charge. Instead, you break the kiss, lean back and let him take over. Of course, with a client that professed his inexperience, that is not a very exciting prospect. Every move he makes is preceded by a long pause and a glance at you, seeking approval. The choker has already made you quite horny, so your patience is finding its limits. One time, when he's greedily ogling your hips, you just take his hands and plant them on those @@.gold;baby cradles@@. For somebody who called you a "hooker", he really isn't as forward and direct as it'd seem. His dick isn't the largest either, but it'll have to do. At least he has some stamina. This whole submission thing doesn't work too well when the guy is underperforming. You start to fantasise and tell yourself that you're doing all this just to lie beneath a man who grabs you by the hips and just fucks you. Getting your engine jumpstarted like that works for you, and you start to get some lubrication and sincere moans going. Before the guy explodes into you, at least you got a quick orgasm out of it. He pays up without asking and you thank him for the night, though it wasn't anything to write home about. Well, that's the job of a prostitute, you guess, if you want good sex, maybe <em>you</em> need to pay <em>him</em>. [[After a long and tiring encounter, you go home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ You just don't have the energy. The choker is strong and its influence hard to resist. You feel like playing the @@.gold;Bottom Bitch@@ tonight, and your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>pussy<<endif>> lubricates at the thought. Fortunately, he does have a bit of confidence in him, and even teases your nipples before actually pushing inside you. Once he does, he settles into a rhythm and doesn't shy away from getting at least a little rough. It's still vanilla sex, and he's noticeably wary of things that you may charge extra for. He <em>definitely</em> has experience with prostitutes, you can tell. He lifts up your legs, continue pounding into you, and sharply smacks you on your ass. You screech in surprise, and feel his hot cum flowing into you. Your own climax hits you at the same time, your juices joining his. For a few seconds, you just catch your breath and ride that wave of pleasure, after which you get up and clean his dick off with your mouth. Boys that treat you this well deserve a little @@.gold;reward@@. You let him enjoy your company for a few more minutes, after which he brings up payment on his own. Grateful for his straightforward attitude, you pocket the money and [[go back home|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]].\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 3>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ Your thoughts drift to the image of you, held up completely by his @@.gold;manly arms@@ as his cock pistons in and out of you while he's bouncing you up and down like a @@.gold;sex doll@@. Oh hold on, you're kissing him already. When did that happen? You're getting ahead of yourself. You just can't help it, somebody who looks this manly is bound to send your imagination into overdrive. Listen to yourself, you're already moaning into his mouth. He's sure getting his money's worth. What's odd, however, is how content he is with just kissing. He hasn't touched your boobs, nor any other part of your body, really. Considering how big his arms are, it's curious how little he uses them. You drop some subtle and not-so-subtle hints for him, which he never picks up. At some point, you're grinding your hips on his crotch and he's still just kissing you. Eventually, you just draw him on top of you, desperate to get fucked. Even so, he starts rubbing himself on you instead of going for real penetration. It's an odd, awkward scene to watch as you see this man basically dry-hump you. Surprisingly, it's enough to get him off. Without warning, his thrust suddenly turns into twitching and he cums in his pants. Even more surprisingly, so do you! Somehow, the choker is pushing you over the edge, causing both of you to tremble in orgasm. Something about being a @@.gold;slab of meat@@ to rub himself on must be enough for the choker to consider you properly submissive. Whatever it is, you don't care. You just feel good. James apologises again for the weird encounter, and pays up dutifully. You both part ways immediately. This job really shows you the depths of people's insecurity. Your mind is racing with possible explanations for why he wouldn't take off his pants as you [[walk home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 4>><<if $obedience lt 5>><<set $asianProgress += 1>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $height += 1>><<endif>><<set $obedience += 1>><<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ Jason seems like the guy you could entrust with taking the lead. There's actually little foreplay before he does, not asking you for permission. @@.gold;Hmmmmm, perfect.@@ He grabs your hips and throws you onto the bed, making you giggle. Jason may not have the biceps that James had, but at least he knows how to use it. Mounting you, he plants some deep kisses all over your body as he undresses you and himself. When his pants come down, he sticks his dick into your mouth. You lick it all over, slightly worried that he wants to finish up there, but are relieved to find he was only looking for some lubrication. @@.gold;Can't have touched my <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>pussy<<endif>> yet, or he'd know that's unnecessary.@@ Both of you as wet as possible, he enters you without delay. Glad that you're not getting teased for once, you let yourself bathe in his masculine power. Jason's dick is appropriately sized, every thrust of his makes you feel small and makes your knees go weak, but isn't harsh enough to be painful. This man is a born lover. Just like you're a born @@.gold;whore@@. That realisation makes you give up for good, as your body jerks forward in orgasm. Your wild convulsions are enough to finish off Jason as well, bestowing his hot load upon your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.gold;"womb"@@<<else>>@@.gold;womb@@<<endif>>. He doesn't seem too fazed by his climax. With a clearly pleased, but not amazed expression, he regards your shaking form. @@.blue;"Does that mean it was decent enough?"@@ he jokes. You bite your lower lip, looking at him and nodding while you laugh like something between a madman and a party girl who just chugged two glasses of <<if $asianProgress lt 5>>vodka<<else>>@@.gold;sake@@<<endif>>. If you gave out freebies, you'd be tempted to give Jason one, but the temptation of @@.gold;selling your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>pussy@@ is even great. Without making a fuss, Jason pays up and you ruefully [[make your way back home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]\ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ <<if $pickedRegular is 1>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ \ With a baby like this guy, you better take charge yourself. It'll also be a good opportunity to show your choker who's boss. So instead of indulging his sweaty hands and chatty bullshit, you just grab the guy by the dick and pull him over to the bed. You sit down on it, get his pants down for good, and start lubricating his cock with your mouth, slurping around it noisily until it's all nicely covered with your saliva. Then you just grab him again, twist him around and throw him backwards onto the bed, jumping on his lap before he even lands. Your panties have come off at the same time, quite an efficient move.<<if $penis is 1>> He doesn't seem concerned at seeing your girlclit hanging out in the open.<<endif>> So you line yourself up, and drop down his length with a loud moan. You have to say it's incredibly fun, popping this guy's cherry, but it's missing something carnal. It's absolutely obvious that he's enjoying himself, too, but he's still just lying there like an inexperienced, dead fish. Plus, there's no sexual gratification to speak of. Your sex organs feel the same that they always do, but somehow your engine isn't really starting. After ten minutes of riding this guy, you hear him getting chatty again, finding out that he's about to cum. When his hot jizz enters your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<else>>cunt<<endif>>, you really push yourself down his rod, trying to get that heat pushed to your very core, but to no avail. No orgasm for you tonight. Trying your best to hide your disappointment, you bid the client farewell and thank him after he readily pays up. You'd hoped to send a message to the choker, but apparently that backfired. Now you feel more horny than ever, and the need to @@.gold;kneel before a manly hunk@@ is central to every thought coursing through your brain. [[Alright, take a deep breath and go back home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 2>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ \ This guy seems much more robust than John. You think you'll take him for a ride. Pushing him on his back, you mount his cock without consent. Hey, he's paying, you didn't say he'd get to decide how this goes down. Within seconds, you're riding him on top, determined to get your share of pleasure. Jack doesn't seem very familiar with girls being so forward, but he seems to enjoy it. His hands shoot up to knead your tits. The feeling of his fingers on your nipples helps you along as you rock your hips. A few times, he adjusts his position, using his hands to help you up and down his length instead. Unfortunately, he seems to like you taking charge a little too much. After mere minutes, Jack blows his load into you, long before you can even dream about an orgasm. Well... it was fun while it lasted. Sadly, <em>he</em> didn't last very long., so neither did your fun. It takes him longer to recuperate from the massive load he shot into you than you actually had sex. Well, this is your job. A prostitute's pleasure isn't far up the priority list of a john. Maybe if you were a @@.gold;good girl@@, you could've got an orgasm, but that means ceding control to the choker. It's up to you... Jack pays up dutifully, thanking you very much for your services. At least you brightened his day, you guess. [[Time to go home and jill off.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]\ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 3>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ Dominating somebody as physically strong as him makes for twice the fun. You grant him a few minutes of making out before you set your plan into motion. Grabbing his thighs, you drop him backwards onto the bed. As he falls over, you mount him right away to avoid any attempts to get back up. God, those arms look fucking sexy. Concentrate, you're trying to fuck this guy's brains out. You keep kissing him and massage his pecs with one hand. The other is snaking down towards his pants, unzipping them. At first, you both kiss each other as you usually do, but once you start pulling his pants down, James starts getting a little anxious. When you have him down to his underwear, he finally speaks up. @@.blue;"Please stop..."@@ you barely hear him say. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"No need to -e shy,"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"No need to be shy,"@@<<endif>> you smile at him. His anxiety is still palpable, but at least he withdraws his muscly hands from his pelvis. Revealing his crotch also reveals the reason for his anxiety. That is a small penis. Hey, you're sure there are smaller, and it's really nothing that would hint at some kind of medical or genetic problem. But it's undeniably, noticeably below average. Okay, this line of thought really doesn't help getting your engine going. The awkward pause was long enough, you've been staring for a while and James surely must've noticed. To make up for it, you play up inserting his dick into yourself, grunting like an animal. In reality, you hardly feel him inside you. You're doing your best to grind your hips as violently as you can muster, but it's not magic. You can only use what's actually there. In frustration, you're squealing high-pitched noises and start to slap James' pecs, which he apparently likes, because he's squirting his load into you right at that moment. You let yourself slide off his softening dicklet, resting your head on his shoulder and smiling up at him. That's what being a prostitute is like, you keep reminding yourself. You're selling pleasure, and can't expect any of your own. The pay is fucking sick though. A hundred dollars for one night's work. Your old job doesn't compare, not even close. James dutifully pays up, and is visibly ashamed by his package, though simultaneously excited after your services. In the end, you're still grateful for the pay, and he was really nice as well, so you give him a peck on the cheek and [[wish him a good night.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]\ \ <<elseif $pickedRegular is 4>><<set $submissiveness += 2>><<set $cash += 100>>\ James turned out a little weird despite his manly physical appearance. Jason, however, seems to have a good mindset to handle a <em>real</em> woman. Only one way to find out. With no foreplay to speak of, you drop Jason on his back. He smiles up at you, clearly pleased with your style. You take that as permission to tear his clothes off, not that you'd need it. His shirt comes off to reveal a decent physique that was previously hidden. Your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>pussy<<endif>> twitches a little at the manly muscles under your dainty fingers. After you've got his pants and underwear off, you squat over Jason's naked form to line up your hole with his meat. You feel his glans pressed against your entrance, and your leg muscles give out, dropping yourself on him to the hilt. It feels so good to finally feel some @@.gold;cock@@ inside you again. Your mind swims with images of how you'll ride him 'til the sun comes up. Jason helps your pleasure along by not lying around like a dead fish. His hands roam all over your body, squeezing your tits and flicking your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>clit. Eventually, they rest on your ass. He clamps down on it, squeezing tightly, as his dick races in and out of you. No no no, don't go so-- ...fast. Hot cum jets inside you, warming your @@.gold;love hole@@. While he's done his best, you were just on the brink of orgasm, and there's no chance you're getting there now. @@.blue;"Damn, you're a hot piece of ass. Sorry for the quick draw, but a girl taking the lead makes me cum in seconds,"@@ he says sheepishly. Yeah, you noticed. Slightly sexually frustrated, you collect your money. You're still grateful to have met a pretty decent client. Maybe you'll see each other again? Who knows, it's not impossible. For now though, you have to [[head home.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]]\ <<endif>>

<<set $tightclothes = 1>><<set $shirt = "barely a tube top, but rather a blue, shiny band, squashing your breasts">><<set $bra = "no bra">><<set $bottomwear = "equally shiny blue panties, which press your boyclit against your belly button for all to see, and blue thigh-high stockings">><<set $underwear = "nothing">><<set $shoes = "cute white ankle boots, with a 5 inch heel">><<set $naked = 0>>Your fall is quite long, and only serves to humiliate you further by highlighting your failure. No wonder you didn't see what's down here, with as far as you're travelling, arms and legs hanging upwards as your rear points down. There's no panic within you; you know they wouldn't kill you, or anything like that. They're much more interested in mutilating your mind than your body. You're proven right when something indeed catches you. It feels like a blanket, and stretches very, very far down to brake your fall. It extens a huge distance before it tears before you fall into a pool of water with a soft splash. Having come into contact with it, you're wet all over, and your clothes are soaked. Suddenly, a rope snaps around your body, or two ropes, to be exact. One around your arms, tying them to your torso, the other around your legs, immobilising you. Their restrictiveness isn't the only tight sensation you feel, but you can't put your finger on what's happening. One thing's for sure, the sudden bondage has caused your dick to stand erect, at this very inopportune time. While you're struggling against the ropes, testing their strength, you've kind of lost track of your surroundings. At that thought, worried somebody or something may approach and take you by surprise, you raise your head up again and are suddenly presented with a screen that wasn't there a second earlier. Your first instinct is to close your eyes quickly and avert them, but the pretty colours on the screen ask you not to and you want to be a @@.gold;good girl@@, so you obey and watch. Watch and believe. Across your eyeballs, reflecting images of women wearing tight dresses dance and disappear. Except they're not <em>exactly</em> women. Every one of them has a cute, but noticeable, girly cock hanging between her legs. Then again, many of them are erect too, and usually tucked beneath the tight dresses, forming a lewd contour across their bellies. Another thing connects them. They're all <em>so</em> available. Every one of these titillating trannies is absolutely edible, the height of perfection, and they don't make a secret of the fact that they're absolutely up for anything. They start posing in all kinds of suggestive positions, and give the impression that they only dressed up so people would give them a good railing. Words start appearing, entering your brain directly through your retinas. They confirm your findings, and reinforce them. You can be as pretty as these sluts. You can <em>be</em> a slut. But is a slut shy? Does she hide herself behind somebody else? No. A slut lets everybody know who she is. What she is. She throws herself at whoever she meets, as intimately as that person can handle, and then slightly beyond what they can handle. Who can really handle such a libido? Who could really handle <em>you</em>? Nobody. Nobody could. Because you're a slut too. The screen ceases its activity, and the disorientation of returning back out of trance is giving you a severe case of vertigo, though not as badly as the platform that now moves upwards and pushes you through the hole in the latex blanket and beyond. On your way back up, you hardly move, still reeling from the experience, but feel those same cutting instruments that you vaguely remember from earlier come down and get to work on your restraints again. It removes both ropes, and you finally have full range of movement again, although you're still a little dizzy. The arm carrying the knife that cut you free is now switching to a mirror and allows you to examine yourself. When you notice it and turn around, you're stunned at the sight. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>>Like a rigid, starched cloth, @@.fetish;your@@ tube top is pressing into your tits, pushing them up lewdly, like you can't wait for somebody to fuck them. The realisation comes to you right away; you're a slut. Your boyclit immediately shoots some girlcum up your belly, but you don't mind. It only serves to highlight that you're the embodiment of sexual perfection. This wardrobe modification was the missing piece, and now you have it. The tube top just barely covers your nipples, giving your tremendous tits enough breathing room, yet squashing them against you and up to form cleavage that would make anybody's mouth water. Down below, things look just as inviting. Your panties have gotten much tighter too, and because your sissy clit is permanently erect and engorged, everybody can see how needy of a fuckhole you @@.fetish;are@@. Perfectly following the contours of your ass, the panties have got so miniscule that, if you bend over, your sex will be available to any of your @@.fetish;huge-cocked hunks@@. When the platform arrives on the top and allows you to cross the chasm you fell into, you brush over the cocks still pointing at you teasingly as you pass them, confident, and reborn as a completely new woman. With your task fulfilled, you step through the door and [[continue on your way.|Week 4, Day 3 - End of Day Male]]

Another thing connects them. They're all <em>so</em> beautiful. Every one of these titillating trannies is absolutely edible, the height of perfection. They really make you feel inferior, and you have to wonder why. Why, if you're so much like them, can't you attain the same beauty that they exude? That thought brings you back to your first observation: their tight dresses. Indeed, they serve to enhance every curve these ladyboys are flaunting, just barely encasing their perfect tits and massive asses. To erase all doubts about their availability, their huge clitties form that pronounced outline against their dresses, and bring your jealousy to its peak. Words start appearing, entering your brain directly through your retinas. They confirm your findings, and reinforce them. You can be as pretty as these goddesses. You can <em>be</em> a goddess. But is a goddess shy? Does she hide herself behind somebody else? No. A goddess lets everybody know who she is. What she is. She throws herself at whoever she meets, as intimately as that person can handle, and then slightly beyond what they can handle. Who can really handle a goddess? Who could really handle <em>you</em>? Nobody. Nobody could. Because you're a goddess too. The screen ceases its activity, and the disorientation of returning back out of trance is giving you a severe case of vertigo, though not as badly as the platform that now moves upwards and pushes you through the hole in the latex blanket and beyond. On your way back up, you hardly move, still reeling from the experience, but feel those same cutting instruments that you vaguely remember from earlier come down and get to work on your restraints again. It removes the bottom piece of cloth which it already cut before your revelation, and makes another incision, this time just over your breasts, with clinical precision. That piece is taken away as well, and you finally have full range of movement again, although you're still a little dizzy. The arm carrying the knife that cut you free is now switching to a mirror and allows you to examine yourself. When you notice it and turn around, you're stunned at the sight. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>>Like a tube dress, the pink latex wraps tightly around you, restricting your movement @@.fetish;properly@@-- noticeably. The realisation comes to you right away; you're a goddess. Your boyclit immediately shoots some girlcum up the skirt of your dress, but you don't mind. It only serves to highlight that you're the embodiment of sexual perfection. The dress was the missing piece, and now you have it. It just barely covers your nipples, giving your tremendous tits enough breathing room, yet squashing them against you and up to form cleavage that would make anybody's mouth water. Down below, things look just as inviting. The bottom of the dress' skirt clings to your bubble butt tightly, creating a similar picture as your cleavage does. Perfectly following the contours of your ass, the dress ends just so any observer can see the fold where your rear meets your thighs, and if you bend over, your sex will be available to any of your @@.fetish;worshippers@@. When the platform arrives on the top and allows you to cross the chasm you fell into, you brush over the cocks still pointing at you teasingly as you pass them, confident, and reborn as a completely new woman. With your task fulfilled, you step through the door and [[continue on your way.|Week 4, Day 3 - End of Day Male]]

<<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>>Another thing connects them. They're all embarrassed. Even though they're beautiful, they still look incredibly shamed by what they are. They really make you feel inferior, and you have to wonder why. Why, if you're so much like them, can't you attain the same beauty that they exude? That thought brings you back to your first observation: their tight dresses. Indeed, they serve to enhance every curve these ladyboys are flaunting, just barely encasing their perfect tits and massive asses. But most importantly, they higlight their shameful, useless sissy clits that are pulsing against their bellies in constant, nymphomanic arousal. Words start appearing, entering your brain directly through your retinas. They confirm your findings, and reinforce them. You can be as pretty as these worthless whores. You can <em>be</em> a worthless whore. What, you don't want to? You're better than that? No, not by a long shot. Look at them. They're the same parodies of sex that you are, your tits and makeup contrasting with the tiny nub hanging between your legs. So why not go all the way? Why not keep it constantly sensitive and aroused, and on display for everyone? You don't see a reason why you shouldn't. Worthless bitch that you are, you kind of have to, actually. You can't escape fate. You can't escape yourself. The screen ceases its activity, and the disorientation of returning back out of trance is giving you a severe case of vertigo, though not as badly as the platform that now moves upwards and pushes you through the hole in the latex blanket and beyond. On your way back up, you hardly move, still reeling from the experience, but feel those same cutting instruments that you vaguely remember from earlier come down and get to work on your restraints again. It removes the bottom piece of cloth which it already cut before your revelation, and makes another incision, this time just over your breasts, with clinical precision. That piece is taken away as well, and you finally have full range of movement again, although you're still a little dizzy. The arm carrying the knife that cut you free is now switching to a mirror and allows you to examine yourself. When you notice it and turn around, you're stunned at the sight. Like a tube dress, the pink latex wraps tightly around you, restricting your movement @@.fetish;properly@@-- noticeably. The realisation comes to you right away; you're just another worthless whore. Your boyclit immediately shoots some girlcum up the skirt of your dress, adding to your embarrassment. It only serves to highlight that you're the embodiment of sexual perfection and at the same time a grotesque parody of it. The dress was the missing piece for this revelation, and now you have it. It just barely covers your nipples, giving your tremendous tits enough breathing room, yet squashing them against you and up to form cleavage that would make anybody's mouth water. Down below, things look just as inviting. The bottom of the dress' skirt clings to your bubble butt tightly, creating a similar picture as your cleavage does. Perfectly following the contours of your ass, the dress ends just so any observer can see the fold where your rear meets your thighs, and if you bend over, your sex will be available to any of your @@.fetish;superiors@@. When the platform arrives on the top and allows you to cross the chasm you fell into, you brush over the cocks still pointing at you teasingly as you pass them, knowing that your purpose is to serve as a sexual outlet for actual humans. With your task fulfilled, you step through the door and [[continue on your way.|Week 4, Day 3 - End of Day Male]]

<<set $date = "Week 4, Thursday">>Your consciousness is slowly returning as well as your senses, making you aware of the rather uncomfortable floor that is your bed. They also pick up, subtly, the presence of somebody, at least you think they do. Undoubtedly, the maid is watching you sleep and is just waiting to startle you. Sneakily, you make one leg drift around over the floor, slowly enough to pass it off as some movement during sleep. Indeed, the woman stands in your reach, as you notice when your leg softly bumps into hers. In reaction, you slowly pull it back against you and then kick out against her shin, making her fall forward, right on top of you. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.fetish;"WHA--, what are you doing?!"@@ you play up that you just got startled awake and are surprised at her sudden approach.<<else>>@@.cyan;"WHA--, what are you doing?!"@@ you play up that you just got startled awake and are surprised at her sudden approach.<<endif>> She's visibly upset and frowns clearly. @@.blue;"I--"@@ she obviously doesn't know how to react. @@.blue;"Nevermind, I'm sorry I woke you up,"@@ she apologises before standing up and fixing what little clothing she has. Either she has astoundingly good manners, or she legitimately believes your poor charade. Either way, you got some amusement out of her and can move on, stifling a laugh. If you get her really angry, she might make you really sexy and ditzy -- @@.pink;gee, go for it then!@@ -- which you may want to avoid. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>Composing herself for a minute, @@.blue;Marie@@ speaks up again, clearly annoyed. She clears her throat. @@.blue;"Well, I suppose it's no mystery why I'm here. I've still got a choker to distribute and you're not being compliant. Mistress@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ @@.blue;is not pleased."@@ Good. @@.blue;"So, let's cut to the chase. We both know you'll give in sooner or later. Why not make your downfall more pleasurable in the process?"@@ @@.gold;You know, that's solid logi--@@ SHUT UP! Anyway, you know what she's proposing. Do you enslave yourself once more or don't you? [[Take the choker.|Week 4, Day 4 - Embrace It]] [[Refuse the choker another time.|Week 4, Day 4 - Deny It]]\ <<else>>Composing herself for a minute, @@.blue;Marie@@ speaks up again, clearly annoyed. She clears her throat. @@.blue;"Well, I was here to wish you the best of luck. The maid trial is only a few days away now, so..."@@ you're expecting her to ask you again to do well at it, but her voice just trails off and the sentence is never finished. @@.blue;"Good luck today, I guess,"@@ she says while trotting off, not even bothering to keep eye contact. You little devil! Anyway, looks like you [[have your day ahead of you.|Week 4, Day 4 - Another Door]]<<endif>>

<<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<set $fetishStats = 1>><<set $week4Stats = 0>><<if $horniness gte 4>><<set $horniness -= 4>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<set $perversion = 1>><<set $perversion += Math.trunc($loads / 2)>><<endif>>You're not sure what brought you to make this call, this early. Curiosity, adventure, risk, cunning -- possibly sheer naivetÃ©. Perhaps even longing? Any of these could have been the cause, but the effect remains the same. You hesitantly lift the choker off the platter, letting the rhinestones run through your fingers. Feeling that luxurious, elegant material. Being afraid, excited, nervous at the implications you know this normally unconspicuous necklace has. Not long into your inner struggle, a voice interrupts your thoughts and hesitations. @@.blue;"Allow me," Marie@@ says, snatching the choker before you can stop her. When did she get behind you? Before you can ponder that question at length, your very much shrunken throat is being further constrained, until a final *click* can be heard. @@.blue;"In the name of Mistress@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ @@.blue;I bestow this gift upon you."@@ And with that, it is over. You thought you could wear the choker on your own terms... Now you're under your adversary's spell for another week. Your considerations still hold true; it may just make your struggles here easier, if she's trying to play mind games with you.<<if $loads gte 2>> At least that's your first thought, but you're set into convulsions that you can't explain, and see the choker glow in your peripheral view. Looking at @@.blue;Marie@@ she just smiles at your prone form, dark and ominous, and evidently pleased with herself. @@.blue;"You didn't really think your previous sexual transgressions in the facility would just be forgotten? That we'd just let you relieve pressure whenever you felt like it? Unlikely. No, we monitored how often you orgasmed, and adjusted the choker accordingly. That's what you get for playing coy."@@ You suppose she speaks the truth... it really feels like the choker is exerting its influence, but it feels unique since it's happening after the act, and thus you can concentrate on it more. You definitely feel switches being flipped in your head, for lack of a better explanation. Whoever it is that's getting back on her feet, it's not the same person that was sleeping just minutes earlier. @@.blue;Marie@@ grabs you by the neck, turns you around, and sensuously kisses you on your lips. @@.blue;"You made the right choice,"@@ she smiles at you. You're not quite sure what that was about, and you're not quite sure whether you want to admit that you liked it. At the very least you feel your groin calm down, having gotten exactly what it wanted. Well, one of two things it wanted, anyway. This will certainly prove interesting. You try not to think too much about the choice. It's been made, and you [[have your day ahead of you.|Week 4, Day 4 - Another Door]]

<<set $horniness += 1>>No thank you. You've been enslaved to the chokers for the better part of a month and finally have some freedom. Not the freedom to leave this forsaken place, granted, but many others as long as you don't think about <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;taking dick in all your holes<<elseif $obedience gte 5>>@@.gold;getting on your knees and worshipping cock@@<<elseif $addiction gte 5>>@@.azure;drinking sperm as a dessert@@<<else>>fucking and subservience<<endif>> too often. Okay, maybe your freedom is still quite restricted. You don't want to imagine how it would be with the choker on you. Fortunately, you won't have to. @@.blue;"Fine, be that way," Marie@@ pouts. @@.blue;"You can't escape fate. We will meet again, and I will make you perfect. You'll thank me for it."@@ Her voice sounded ominous and almost threatening, intimidating. For now, it's probably best to [[move on with the day,|Week 4, Day 4 - Another Door]] before you get too caught up in a feud with this maid, or in your building arousal caused by her dominant, determined tone.

Once again, you're subjected to long walks through hallways. If nothing else, the stay at this facility at least took care of your physique, you could probably run a marathon after all this endurance training. Beside your sarcasm seeping off the walls, they're also interrupted by another door. How exciting. Do you go in? <<if $key3 is 1>>[[Enter the door.|Week 4, Day 4 - Open the Door]]\ <<else>>[[Enter the door.|Week 4, Day 4 - No Key Ya Dingus]]<<endif>> <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[Nah, just continue walking.|Week 4, Day 4 - Lucas Returns (Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>[[Nah, just continue walking.|Week 4, Day 4 - Lucas Returns (Neutral)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[Nah, just continue walking.|Week 4, Day 4 - Lucas Returns (Enemy)]]<<endif>>

<<set $handcuffs = 1>>Another storage room means another set of shelves and racks to scour through. You press down the doorhandle and step inside, going through all the items there but mostly finding useless buckets of paint and miscellaneous tools that aren't of any use as weapons or anything else. One item stands out due to its cleanness, and the resulting shine it produces from the dim light that streams into the room. It's... a pair of handcuffs. Not even the ridiculous, fluffy kind to make fun of you, straight-up restraints, made of metal, and quite heavy. The key's in the lock and a note from <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> tells you that she can't wait to use these on you after you've passed all the trials. Very funny. Still, why is <em>she</em> helping you, of all people? It's all rather suspicious and you don't expect to get an answer soon. Having more items can only be a good thing though, so it's time <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[you get a move on,|Week 4, Day 4 - Lucas Returns (Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>[[you get a move on,|Week 4, Day 4 - Lucas Returns (Neutral)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[you get a move on,|Week 4, Day 4 - Lucas Returns (Enemy)]]<<endif>> and stop being so frumpy.

Did you really think that keyhole was purely decorative? Well, it wasn't, and given that you don't have a key, it'll deny you access to this room. Disappointed, <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[you get a move on.|Week 4, Day 4 - Lucas Returns (Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>[[you get a move on.|Week 4, Day 4 - Lucas Returns (Neutral)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[you get a move on.|Week 4, Day 4 - Lucas Returns (Enemy)]]<<endif>>

With the door left behind, you prepare yourself for a long journey ahead, but are proven wrong when you're startled just two corners later. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Lucas?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Lucas?"@@<<endif>> @@.lucas;"The one and only,"@@ he jokes. You smile back at him, glad to see a friendly face. @@.lucas;"I'm relieved you still recognise me. That must account for something."@@ Probably, yeah. Things could be better though. <<if $penis is 1>>@@.lucas;"Listen, I came from a little further up ahead,"@@ <<if $robertAlly1 is 1>>how are people constantly ahead of you?<<else>>he tells you,<<endif>> @@.lucas;"and things looked a little sketchy. There's a room you'll find a helmet in. I didn't really recognise it right away... but I remembered a prototype we were working on, a very early one. I have no idea what it does now, but I've got a feeling it'll be best to keep your eyes shut if you put it on. Can you do that for me? Just keep those eyes closed as tightly as you can for the time you've got that thing on, in case you have to."@@ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Close -y eyes? Sure, sounds -anageable.@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Close my eyes? Sure, sounds manageable."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Close -y eyes? Sure, sounds -anageable.@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Close my eyes? Sure, sounds manageable."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.lucas;"Great," Lucas@@ smiles. @@.lucas;"I actually have some more to tell you, though. Namely about another trap."@@ <<if $lactation is 0>>@@.lucas;"More plans lying around. Apparently, these ones are still in the early stages, so it'll probably take some time until you have to face this one. I'll cut to the chase. Looks like you're expected to do a little maid trial."@@ A maid trial? @@.blue;Marie@@... Those plans belong to her, you're sure of it. She wouldn't shut up about that thing. @@.lucas;"Anyway, they did mention there would be handcuffs in a drawer. I assume they want to use those on you, so how about pocketing them for your own use?"@@ <<if $handcuffs is 1>>Well, you just got some, maybe that's them? Maybe you should save them, just in case.<<else>>That sounds like it may come in handy, no pun intended.<<endif>> You thank @@.lucas;Lucas@@ for his help, trying to steel your nerves and announcing that you'll do your best.\ \ /*Penis + Lactation*/<<elseif $lactation is 1>>@@.lucas;"More plans lying around. Apparently, these ones are still in the early stages, so it'll probably take some time until you have to face this one. I'll cut to the chase. Looks like your ruuuh... your chest has gotten a little... heavy."@@ <em>Excuse me?</em> You glare daggers at the old man, defiantly crossing your arms in front of your body, which may not have the intended effect of deterring intimate looks. @@.lucas;"I uhh... NO! No, I didn't mean uh, argh what does it matter. The plans implied that you're lactating."@@ A little taken aback by the intimate knowledge this guy has about you, you go from defiantly glaring at him to wimpishly staring at the floor; or what you can see of it anyway, with your udders-- <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Alright, <em>-aayyybe</em> I do... So what?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Alright, <em>maayyybe</em> I do... So what?"@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Alright, <em>-aayyybe</em> I do... So what?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Alright, <em>maayyybe</em> I do... So what?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.lucas;Lucas@@ tenses up a bit. @@.lucas;"Well, there'll be two... uh, cups for your ummm, your breasts. They will... They'll milk you, I think."@@ That thought is hugely unsettling and yet absolutely to be expected at the same time. You wouldn't think they give you these jugs if they're not going to drink from them. They do feel kinda full, you think to yourself while gently rubbing your sore udde--<em>breasts</em>--<strong>no CHEST</strong> again. Hmmmmm, that feels nice. When your eyes move back up, you see @@.lucas;Lucas@@ looking at you with his eyes torn open wide and his pants nearly torn open as well. Oops... <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Uhhh, you were saying?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Uhhh, you were saying?"@@<<endif>> It takes him a few seconds to register you were talking. @@.lucas;"Right, right! The machine! The plans mentioned that it's quite prone to defects. Since your body is so malleable, they had to keep adjusting suction and size of the cups, in order to neither disfigure you, nor have it be completely ineffective. Apparently that meant there was little time for fixing its quirks. A bottle will be placed beneath the suction cups, connected by thin tubes. It only takes liquid, since the tubes are too thin for anything else, but it doesn't detect differences in density or viscosity. That means that, technically, you could spit and pee inside the cups and it'd let you through the door once you've expelled enough fluids."@@ Not quite an elegant solution, but it may be preferable to the alternative.<<endif>> @@.lucas;"That's all I have for you at the moment. You've still got quite a road ahead of you, but don't waver. We've got the chance to undo this nightmare."@@\ \ /*Here starts Pussy*/<<else>><<if $lactation is 0>>@@.lucas;"Listen, I came from a little further up ahead,"@@ <<if $robertAlly1 is 1>>how are people constantly ahead of you?<<else>>he tells you,<<endif>> @@.lucas;"and things looked a little sketchy. I found a couple of plans strewn around. Apparently, they're still more or less planning it, so I don't expect this trap to hit you very soon. Still, it'd be good to come prepared."@@ You motion, a little impatiently, for him to get to the point. @@.lucas;"Of course, sorry. Looks like you're expected to do a little maid trial."@@ A maid trial? @@.blue;Marie@@... Those plans belong to her, you're sure of it. She wouldn't shut up about that thing. @@.lucas;"Anyway, they did mention there would be handcuffs in a drawer. I assume they want to use those on you, so how about pocketing them for your own use?"@@ <<if $handcuffs is 1>>Well, you just got some, maybe that's them? Maybe you should save them, just in case.<<else>>That sounds like it may come in handy, no pun intended.<<endif>> <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Alright, and what then?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Alright, and what then?"@@<<endif>> @@.lucas;Lucas@@ shrugs. @@.lucas;"What do I know, my library was never very tidy."@@ Great, maybe you can work as his maid after all this is over, you snidely think to yourself. You know he was just joking though, and smile back at him. You tell him you got it all and thank @@.lucas;Lucas@@ for his tremendous efforts. @@.lucas;"Great, you're welcome," Lucas@@ smiles. @@.lucas;"That's all I have for you at the moment. You've still got quite a road ahead of you, but don't waver. We've got the chance to undo this nightmare."@@\ \ /*Pussy + Lactation*/<<elseif $lactation is 1>>@@.lucas;"Listen, I came from a little further up ahead,"@@ <<if $robertAlly1 is 1>>how are people constantly ahead of you?<<else>>he tells you,<<endif>> @@.lucas;"and things looked a little sketchy. I found a couple of plans strewn around. Apparently, they're still more or less planning it, so I don't expect this trap to hit you very soon. Still, it'd be good to come prepared."@@ You motion, a little impatiently, for him to get to the point. @@.lucas;"Of course, sorry. Looks like your ruuuh... your chest has gotten a little... heavy."@@ <em>Excuse me?</em> You glare daggers at the old man, defiantly crossing your arms in front of your body, which may not have the intended effect of deterring intimate looks. @@.lucas;"I uhh... NO! No, I didn't mean uh, argh what does it matter. The plans implied that you're lactating."@@ A little taken aback by the intimate knowledge this guy has about you, you go from defiantly glaring at him to wimpishly staring at the floor; or what you can see of it anyway, with your udders-- <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Alright, <em>-aayyybe</em> I do... So what?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Alright, <em>maayyybe</em> I do... So what?"@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Alright, <em>-aayyybe</em> I do... So what?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Alright, <em>maayyybe</em> I do... So what?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.lucas;Lucas@@ tenses up a bit. @@.lucas;"Well, there'll be two... uh, cups for your ummm, your breasts. They will... They'll milk you, I think."@@ That thought is hugely unsettling and yet absolutely to be expected at the same time. You wouldn't think they give you these jugs if they're not going to drink from them. They do feel kinda full, you think to yourself while gently rubbing your sore udde--<em>breasts</em>--<strong>no CHEST</strong> again. Hmmmmm, that feels nice. When your eyes move back up, you see @@.lucas;Lucas@@ looking at you with his eyes torn open wide and his pants nearly torn open as well. Oops... <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Uhhh, you were saying?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Uhhh, you were saying?"@@<<endif>> It takes him a few seconds to register you were talking. @@.lucas;"Right, right! The machine! The plans mentioned that it's quite prone to defects. Since your body is so malleable, they had to keep adjusting suction and size of the cups, in order to neither disfigure you, nor have it be completely ineffective. Apparently that meant there was little time for fixing its quirks. A bottle will be placed beneath the suction cups, connected by thin tubes. It only takes liquid, since the tubes are too thin for anything else, but it doesn't detect differences in density or viscosity. That means that, technically, you could spit and pee inside the cups and it'd let you through the door once you've expelled enough fluids."@@ Not quite an elegant solution, but it may be preferable to the alternative. You tell him you got it all and thank @@.lucas;Lucas@@ for his tremendous efforts. @@.lucas;"Great, you're welcome," Lucas@@ smiles. @@.lucas;"That's all I have for you at the moment. You've still got quite a road ahead of you, but don't waver. We've got the chance to undo this nightmare."@@<<endif>><<endif>> You sure hope that you still do... Grateful for his help, you hug @@.lucas;Lucas@@ tightly before he goes off into the distance, disappearing behind a corner. With some more knowledge of what's to come, you [[do the same thing.|Week 4, Day 4 - Moving On]]

With the door left behind, you prepare yourself for a long journey ahead, but are proven wrong when you're stopped dead in your tracks by a sight that makes your blood freeze. At first glance, it's nothing new, and the fact that you can think that so casually is startling in its own right. Before you is another wide window, displaying one of those moving transformation chambers. Currently, it's stationary though. That's not the only thing that's different. Five sets of restraints can be seen, filled by quite advanced, quite sexy, quite @@.fetish;happy@@ fuckbunnies left and right. Not centre though. From the middle "station" terrified eyes look back at you, wrinkly, tired eyelids torn wide open. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.cyan;?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.fetish;?"@@<<endif>> you ask out loud, knowing he can't hear you. You get a few steps closer, causing the old man to struggle against his restraints violently, but to no avail. For a moment though, under the sterile white neck restraint, you thought you could see something reflecting light. Oh no... Even if there were a way in, you know you'd be too late. Even if you had been faster, you know you'd been powerless against the strong, thick, robotic contraptions. Even if you stayed resilient, you know @@.lucas;Lucas@@ would soon love his new life. As you step closer and almost touch the glass, the machinery on the other side springs to life. @@.lucas;Lucas@@' eyes, torn open a second ago, are now squinting in horror as the toys between his legs are starting to move... into him, painfully stretching his presumably virgin sphincter. You're not sure, but you think you see a tear running down his cheek. It's almost enough to water your eyes too, but the sadness is overshadowed by something else... arousal? When... when did you start rubbing your <<if $penis is 1>>prick<<else>>clit<<endif>>? And who cares, if it can make you feel that good? The slow fading of @@.lucas;Lucas@@' wrinkles, replaced by silky smooth skin, should not turn you on this badly, and yet it does. Perhaps it's the reminder of what happened to you. Of the @@.pink;fun@@ you had along the way. The lessons you learned. Maybe it's just the pure depravity that's come to define you. @@.blue;"Seriously, how can you not touch yourself at something this hot?"@@ an unknown female voice startles you from behind. You reflexively try to turn around, but your hips stop you. They weren't your own hands, this woman is jerking you off! Stretching as far as you can, you turn your head around and are met with a rather imposing figure. It's not that she's particularly muscly; you couldn't tell anyway, since her abdomen is safely hidden behind a tight, black, full-body latex catsuit that leaves nothing but her head uncovered, which is clad only in a confident smile. She raises an eyebrow. @@.blue;"What's the dumb face for? First time you ever <<if $penis is 1>>got a handjob<<else>>had your clit flicked<<endif>>?"@@ <<if $penis is 1>>You think back a while to-- hold on, that was a rhetorical question.<<else>>If only she knew how close to the truth she was. Maybe she does?<<endif>> You're not really sure how to respond. @@.blue;"Eyes forward lady. Just enjoy the ride."@@ Not daring to refuse her, you jerk your head forward unsteadily, until @@.lucas;Lucas@@ -- or whoever resides in his head now -- is back in your sights. Evidently, he's had quite some work done on him in the last few seconds that you were engaged in conversation. Well, actually you don't even know how long you were talking. It sure was enough to get his cock shrunk down to an inch at best. <<if $bimboSex3 is 1>>@@.pink;Aww, you were still gonna use that!@@<<elseif $bimboAllin3 is 1>>@@.pink;Aww, such a shame, you still remember how reliably it held you up.@@<<endif>> What's surprising is that this rough dildo rape doesn't seem to take anything out of him... her? With those blonde locks falling past "his" shoulders, maybe "her" would be more appropriate, yeah. Anyway, as you were saying, if anything she seems more energetic than she did before getting violated. Apparently the machines notice; you'd expected the neck restraint to be used mostly to keep her head up. If anything, her neck is now holding up the restraints. Her posture is almost too perfect, her gaze sensual... and directed towards your crotch, you have the feeling. The neck cuff opens. <center>@@.big;BIMBOT@@</center> @@.blue;"You know what, you were right. Masturbating here is totally inappropriate."@@ There's a sudden shock in your crotch as the lady behind you tightens her grip and uses her other arm around your hips to send you prone on the floor. Flinching, and having the wind knocked out of your lungs, you're lying on your back. The woman has a high-heeled boot planted on your <<if $chest gte 7>>@@.pink;massive titties@@<<else>>chest<<endif>> before you could react to anything that happened these past few minutes. @@.blue;"Besides, I want to have some fun for myself,"@@ she grins, and only now do you see the rubber cock standing proudly upon her pelvis. @@.blue;"Anyway, what kind of slut are you?"@@ You don't quite follow, but you know what to respond. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"I- not a slut..."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"I'm not a slut..."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"I- not a slut..."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"I'm not a slut..."@@<<endif>><<endif>> you manage to whisper, not realising that your <<if $penis is 1>>dripping cock<<else>>gushing pussy<<endif>> is begging for the stimulation to continue, which your hand is presently seeing to without cluing in your mind. Not for a while at least, but even when you notice what you're doing, you're too far in to stop. Occasionally you sneak a glance at the nearly finished, new and @@.fetish;improved@@ @@.lucky;Lucas@@, but you can tell the woman teasing you doesn't like it. What you must look like... embarrassed expression, lying on your back, rubbing yourself in uncontrolled arousal in front of a stranger. It's... you don't even want to say it out loud. @@.blue;"Not a slut, eh?"@@ she chuckles patronisingly. @@.blue;"Sure, you obviously have more class than that. Riddle me this though, weren't you friends with the geezer or something? Now you're rubbing one out as he gets transformed into a fuckdoll?"@@ Just like you... @@.blue;"Hold on, you didn't have sex, did you?"@@ <<if $bimboSex3 is 1>>Sh-Shut up...<<elseif $bimboAllin3 is 1>>It's not what you think, he brought a younger guy along! Uhh. Probably a good thing you were a little too hot and bothered to say <em>that</em> out loud.<<else>>Hm? Did she say something?<<endif>> Please, you just need some relief... just some... @@.fetish;cock@@, but only a tiny bit. Less than a slutty amount. Fortunately, this lady is good at reading faces. When she takes her boot off you and brings her body closer to yours, you're sure [[she knows what you want.|Week 4, Day 4 - What You Want]]

<<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>><<if $horniness gte 2>><<set $horniness -= 2>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>With the door left behind, you prepare yourself for a long journey ahead, but are proven wrong when you're startled just two corners later. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Lucas?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Lucas?"@@<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Correct,"@@ he confirms your rhetorical question, ignoring the implication that you wanted to know how he got here, and why. Now that you look at him, he doesn't seem too pleased to see you. His stare is quite harsh and you have a mind to turn around and run, even though you understand how pointless that would be, given that there's really only one way you need to go. @@.lucas;"So here you are, in this facility. What a <em>coincidence</em>,"@@ his voice is dripping with malice and sarcasm; he's clearly suspicious of your being here. Stumbling over your own words, you respond in the affirmative. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Uhh, -retty -uch, yeah. So-e -en stor-ed -y a-art-ent, gassed -e into unconsciousness and dro-e -e away... in an a-ulance I think."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"P-Pretty much, yeah. Some men stormed my apartment, gassed me into unconsciousness and drove me away... in an ambulance I think."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Uhh, -retty -uch, yeah. So-e -en stor-ed -y a-art-ent, gassed -e into unconsciousness and dro-e -e away... in an a-ulance I think."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"P-Pretty much, yeah. Some men stormed my apartment, gassed me into unconsciousness and drove me away... in an ambulance I think."@@<<endif>><<endif>> Before you even finish, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ clicks his tongue like you just told the craziest story and smiles a bit. @@.lucas;"Right,"@@ he comes one step closer, @@.lucas;"This happened in the middle of the day too? Did they invite the press, maybe, to watch and film the whole thing? Do you really expect me to believe they would cause such an enormous mess just to get you here?"@@ He's now standing right before you and his voice has travelled from low and ominous to loud and menacing. You turn around, but @@.lucas;Lucas@@ grabs your wrist and in your current form, you're not even strong enough to resist an old man like him. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"It's the truth!"@@ you cry at him.<<else>>@@.fetish;"It's the truth!"@@ you cry at him.<<endif>> He doesn't seem to care, and adds a second hand to his grip, now holding both your wrists painfully tightly. @@.lucas;"And I suppose you first tell me you trust me, but then don't want to cooperate... why? It makes no sense to me, except if you wanted to gain my trust, but were afraid to actually work together. But why would that be the case?"@@ he now shoves you hard enough to make you trip, and you're sitting on the hard floor. Unable to turn around quickly enough, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ has you under his control again just a moment later. @@.lucas;"I can only really think of one explanation. You wanted to get information out of me, but were afraid I'd uncover too much, perhaps about you? The fact that you're a scout for the Corporation?"@@ You can't believe what he's saying! @@.lucas;"It all makes sense.<<if $bimboSex3 is 1 or $bimboAllin3 is 1 or $bimboSex4 is 1>> You didn't mind having sex with me, likely to lower my guard or even seduce me.<<endif>> You asked me for information on the choker, perhaps to scope out what I still knew, or how readily I'd give out that information. And right when you show up, so does@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@@@.lucas;. Call me crazy, but that's a funny sequence of coincidences to me,"@@ he accuses you, while he's handling you determinedly, flipping you over onto your knees. Turning your head around towards him, tears are streaming down your face. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"It's not true!<<if $payments gte 1>> <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>Why would I send you all that -oney -or in-or-ation i- I didn't want to ally -yself with you?<<else>>Why would I send you all that money for information if I didn't want to ally myself with you?<<endif>><<endif>>"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"It's not true!<<if $payments gte 1>> <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>Why would I send you all that -oney -or in-or-ation i- I didn't want to ally -yself with you?<<else>>Why would I send you all that money for information if I didn't want to ally myself with you?<<endif>><<endif>>"@@<<endif>> <<if $payments gte 1>>That exclamation makes him hesitate for a second. He grins at you. @@.lucas;"Nice try. I came to you with a specific offer. If you had declined, I'd have got suspicious and that's what you wanted least. Besides, all the information I received was completely harmless layouts of some contraption or another in this facility. Depraved, yes, but hardly incriminating. Not a single word on the Corporation's business dealings, their associates or their methods. Nothing on@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@@@.lucas;."@@<<endif>> @@.lucas;"Now shut up,"@@ he exclaims as his right hand rushes downward and smacks against your ass, making you squeal in pain. His hand rests there, groping your ass cheek as you feel him shifting behind you. You know what he's got planned for you, it's no surprise. You got used to it by now, what harm can it do at this point? Trying to at least make it pleasurable for yourself, you assume a sexy position that you can tell excites the old man's libido and at the same time allows for easy entry. Your arched back makes your hips seem doubly inviting, while your fingers spread your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>labia<<endif>>, begging him to enter you. Not waiting long, he complies.<<if $penis is 1>> At least he has some decency though; you hear him spit behind you, presumably and hopefully on his dick.<<endif>> Within a moment's notice, you feel his cockhead resting against your entrance, and you're already letting go of a preliminary moan. You know any semblance of control over your body will be lost after the first thrust and, indeed, you feel your consciousness thrust forward and out of your brain at the same time that your juices are being pushed forward deeper into your love canal. The slut is back. And she's not hesitating for a moment, her instincts and her power overwhelming yours, your consciousness a meek little creature in the corner of your mind. The whore that strives to become you looks back at her @@.fetish;one true love@@, or rather what's a metre above it; @@.lucas;Lucas@@' face, scrunched up in excitement and exhaustion. You have to give it to the old man. Whether it's endurance or determination, he's got it. Your cries of adoration are only muted by the deafening slaps of his hips against your body. As if that wasn't enough, you're surprised to find @@.lucas;Lucas@@ trying to one-up the noise of your lovemaking when one of his hands sharply connects with your left ass cheek. <em>SMACK!</em> And another one. Your responding squeals fool nobody; their pitch rises up towards the end in an obvious display of exhilaration, not pain. To erase all doubts, you shoot your @@.fetish;skilled@@ rapist a lewd smile with half-closed, cock-drunk eyelids. That gives you an immediate response, one you can't quite explain. @@.lucas;Lucas@@' hand comes down again, and you prepare yourself for another lovely smack on the bottom, but instead it aims to push instead of punch. Losing your balance, your arms collapse and your face is shoved into the hard floor. Not losing a second, the cock that impaled you seconds ago reinserts itself and continues molesting you, with renewed strength and amplified humiliation. Humiliation... having your face pressed into the floor, not minding one bit and letting it all happen because you need a dick inside you so much... Allowing yourself to be subjected to this role, a bitch in heat assuming any position to feel that warm cum stream inside her <<if $penis is 1>>sissy <<endif>> pussy... Perhaps it's not a role you assumed just now, but one that was slumbering inside you? Defining you, unknown to you? Your whole body thrusts itself back on your master, the cock that you serve, and starts shaking, twitching wildly as the realisation of your purpose manifests itself in an erupting orgasm, <<if $penis is 1>>jizz shooting out of your sissy clit with force and landing loudly on the floor<<else>>pussy juice running down @@.lucas;Lucas@@' cock, nearly pushing it out.<<endif>> Your lover, taken with your enthusiasm, is going over the edge as well and fills you up with the warmth you were seeking from the second you laid eyes on him, as you know by now. That was some ride... You're grateful @@.lucas;Lucas@@ showed so much spirit. It's been a while since you were last raped this wonderfully. @@.lucas;"I see there's one thing you're still good for. Terrific piece of ass,"@@ he remarks snidely, accompanied by a slap of goodbye, a final reminder of your particular, @@.fetish;terrific@@ skills. Well, maybe not the last reminder, as his cum, slowly seeping out of your fuckhole, wants to make clear. Lying there, alone on the cold, hard floor, kept company only by your very own loads of ejaculate, both still dripping wetly. After regaining some energy, you cross the day off as @@.fetish;successfu--@@memorable and [[move on.|Week 4, Day 4 - Moving On]]

<<if $lucasAlly is 1>>At last, some more information. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ said you still had some way to go, but you still hope you at least made some decent progress. It's all getting rather tiring by now.\ \ <<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>That was <em>fucked up</em>. And that's saying something, after all that you've been through. Perhaps it made you question who you really are, perhaps it just showed you the depths of depravity of this whole plan. The fact that you can't quite tell yet only adds to the traumatic experiences.\ \ <<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>Still reeling from your recent @@.fetish;lovemaking session--@@ rape, you try to just get a move on to take your mind off things. While you have hard time believing it, you want to think things can only get better at this point. You resolved that you wouldn't think about it anyway.<<endif>> So it's probably best to go on with it; you doubt this encounter qualified as a trap, so you're still rather frightened at the prospect of one. Sadly, there's not much you can do to avoid it, or even to stall. You already passed the door and even met somebody; you don't think the straight hallway hold more distractions for you, as much as you may hope for one. Calm and cool. [[Step by step.|Week 4, Day 4 - For Glory]]

Due to many reviews saying that this story is too linear, because it's so hard that you can't possibly avoid transformation and since I've simultaneously had people telling me that they don't really understand how some things work, I suppose it would be useful to have a little FAQ in the sidebar for people who don't have the time to put up with my (usually) chatty ass in the forum thread. <strong>There will be minor-to-moderate spoilers. I recommend playing without this FAQ once and afterwards consulting it to try making sense of some things for future playthroughs!</strong> /wishfulthinking <em>Q: What does @@.pink;Brain Drain@@/@@.azure;Addiction@@ mean?</em> A: You picked either the @@.pink;Bimbo@@ or the @@.azure;Cumslut@@ path, consciously or unconsciously, and those attributes correspond to that. The stat that is further up in the list in the sidebar is the PERMANENT STAT for a week. For any given transformation, it will have a different name, but the permanent stat always determines how far along the transformation you are, always works the same way. The higher it goes, the more transformation you experience, of the body and the mind. High permanent stats can have a tremendous effect on the choices during the week you're in, and may even result in story changes over the long term, and there is <em>no way of reducing the permanent stat</em> at the moment. If you let your permanent stat go to 5 or above, you're transformed as far as possible for that week. You've essentially "lost" at this point, or at least your protagonist has in his/her struggle against the choker. Whether that is desirable is something you will have to decide~ At this point in time, points above 5 in the permanent stat don't do anything more than having the permanent stat at exactly 5, except having at least 7 in a permanent stat will force you to get corresponding implants at the end of the week, and having it at 6 or higher will enable you to get a vagina early if you checked the settings option. <em>Q: What does @@.pink;Mental Strain@@/@@.azure;Hunger@@ mean?</em> A: This is the second important stat, the TEMPORARY STAT. Once again, this corresponds with the choker you're wearing and thereby the path you're currently on, but aside from a different name it works the same in every week. The temporary stat works very short term. Every time you resist against the choker, your temporary stat goes up, representing your dwindling willpower and pent up frustration. If your temporary stat goes very high, even to 5 or above, your protagonist -- and by extension, you -- will find it very hard to resist new challenges; and may be forced to accept whatever somebody wants to do to you at the moment. The relieving thing is that there are two ways of decreasing the temporary stat; by giving in to the choker, or by getting the choker taken off. <em>Q: What are all these settings?</em> A: They're ways of hiding alternative paths for people who may prefer a certain playstyle, whether it's fetish preference or hardware considerations for those playing on a phone/tablet. I'll go through them one by one. <strong>Some of these are pretty big spoilers. Consider whether you want to read these or not.</strong> One thing to keep in mind is that you can change these settings at any time in the story. You may want to have it set to "YES" in one scene, but to "NO" for another, and you're able to do that. I also mention the default values; they are what I consider "canon", if there is such a thing for Choker Change. At the very least, it's the options that I would use for playing and I consider the most fun. ---- Permanent Lisping - Default: <strong>off</strong>. At the end of the @@.azure;Cumslut@@ week, there is a possibility of getting lip implants. Those will make you lisp for the next day. BUT, if you have this option set to "YES", the lisp will not go away. ---- Forced Genital Change - Default: <strong>on</strong>. At the end of Week 2 and 3, you may be asked whether you want to change your genitals to get a vagina. The requirement for that is to have the sum of your permanent stats equal 8 or more. However, scores above 5 do not provide additional points for the equation; the maximum per stat is 5, as is visible in the sidebar. <em>ex: Brain Drain 3, Addiction 5. 3+5=8 WORKS Brain Drain 5, Addiction 4. 5+4=9 WORKS Brain Drain 3, Addiction 2. 3+2=5 DOESN'T WORK Brain Drain 9, Addiction 1. 5+1=6 DOESN'T WORK (Stats above 5 count as 5 so Brain Drain 9 = Brain Drain 5 for this equation) Brain Drain 3, Addiction 3, Obedience 3. 3+3+3=9 WORKS</em> By the same logic, there is another check, but this check needs your permanent stats to add up to 10. So if you want to get it at the end of Week 2, you have to have at least 5 Brain Drain and at least 5 Addiction, AND you need to have the Forced Genital Change option checked. If so, your adversary will not ask you, and just subject you to a sex change, whether you want to or not. If the sum of your permanent stats is below 10, but at least 8, you get asked, as usual. If the sum of your permanent stats is below 8, you will not have the option to get a vagina at all. In short, this setting will only change whether you can be FORCED or not, as the title implies, everything else stays the same. ---- Early Genital Change - Default: <strong>off</strong>. This enables choosing to get a pussy earlier than originally intended, specifically at the end of Week 1. You need to get your permanent stat (@@.pink;Brain Drain@@ for @@.pink;Bimbos@@ and @@.azure;Addiction@@ for @@.azure;Cumsluts@@) to 6 or higher. If you have both this and <em>Forced</em> Genital Change activated, the "choice" may not be up to you ;) ---- Disable Clickable Pictures - Default: <strong>off</strong>. During Week 3, you're asked to click on one of three pictures to select your outfit. Setting this option to "YES" will give you regular text links. This option is primarily for tablet and phone users. ---- Bimbo Sister Mode - Default: <strong>off</strong>. This feature finally has content. In fact, version 1.20 will look exactly like version 1.13 to you unless you turn this setting on, so I suggest you do! If you have set this to "YES", you will enable Bimbo Mode. Having this triggered is going to require very specific actions, though only two of them. 1. Have Bunny as your adversary. To achieve this, pick the Bimbo choker twice in the prologue. 2. During Week 1, get your Brain Drain to 8 or above. Bimbo Mode will commence at the end of the week. To enter Bimbo Mode, the option must only be set shortly before the end of Week 1. Bunny will talk to you a little more and inform you that you will continue down the bimbo route. From that point onwards, you're starting the bimbo storyline and this setting doesn't matter anymore. I'm pointing this out because I want to clarify that after loading a savefile that is already in the bimbo storyline, you don't have to re-enable the setting every time. The exact moment where the setting counts is when you come back from the tattoo parlour or clinic on Week 1, Sunday. Make sure to enable the setting before then. If you want a guide on how to achieve at least 8 Brain Drain, click the spoiler below, although it should be very simple. <<spoiler "Day 1, Don't go into the boutique, go straight to the stranger for directions. Afterwards, you can go to the boutique if you want, it doesn't matter. Day 2, drop down to your knees. If you do these things, you should be so far gone that you simply drop to your knees automatically when you meet Lucas on Day 3, which gives you Brain Drain 8. If that doesn't work for some reason, just accept more sex in the coming days and you'll easily make it to Brain Drain 8.">> ---- <em>Q: What's the deal with these items? (Week 4)</em> A: They can be used to get out of a tricky spot, ideally. In a few cases, an item may even make the situation worse for you, though. If you can't figure out what an item will do, there's usually some text accompanying it. If said text mentions an item seems "inappropriate" or that the protagonist is "unsure how to use it", it's probably not going to have much effect, maybe even none whatsoever. Other descriptions are more ambiguous; consider a description telling you it would be a great idea to use a certain item. How far has your character gone down the path of transformation? Given that your character is an extension of yourself, your character's mind may be playing tricks on you... Also consider the permanence of items. Some articles are one-use only. They will run out, or if your character used it on somebody else and didn't mention picking it back up, this item is probably not useable again. However, if an article is a piece of clothing, for example, or an accessory that can be worn, then there should be no cause to take it off. Remember though that you can only use one item per trap and only if you can see the trap coming. Regardless, items used on Day 3 can be effective on Day 5, as long as they're permanent, like articles of clothing would be. That's it for the items, and this FAQ as a whole. If you think that more information needs to go in here, please tell me in the forum thread or via PM; I plan for this tutorial to expand, so that new players will find some motivation to stick around, and don't have to browse through the huge thread for answers. The same may go for long-time players who just forgot one or two small details and want to refresh their memory. <<back>>

However, you're not going to get it just yet. That much is clear when the lady in black is resting her strap-on right around your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>slit<<endif>>, twisting and turning it all over your sensitive flesh, driving you wild. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Wh-what do you want?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Wh-what do you want?"@@<<endif>> Her face moves, but you can't see through your half-closed, drunkenly fluttering eyelids. @@.blue;"I want you to be honest, dear. With yourself, first and foremost."@@ What's that supposed to mean? @@.blue;"I was shown a few of your escapades these past weeks... Terrific stuff. You should go into movies. I could hook you up, you know?"@@ she trails off a little. @@.blue;"Anyway. I've seen that look in your face. Seen it countless times before, in all my girls. <em>Breaking point.</em> That moment where they realise they <em>want</em>. It doesn't matter what it is, but it burns deep inside them, that wanting. It's primal, carnal. Instinct. Many of them go the path you took. There's only a few steps missing."@@ GOD, will she ever stop talking? You're on fire here! @@.blue;"They're the biggest steps, but also the final ones. Society. You need to take some long leaps over those voices in your head, telling you it isn't right. But what's wrong with having some fun, hmm?"@@ Y-yeah, she's kind of right. @@.blue;"That's all I want to hear from you. Say@@ @@.fetish;'I'm a slut. A desperate horny bitch. Now shut up and penetrate my holes already!'@@ @@.blue;Don't say it because I want you to. Say it because it's <em>true</em>."@@ Dear lord, you can hardly take this anymore. You really, <em>really</em> want to say it. You can feel it already... have felt it for a long time. Haven't you? <<if $brainDrain lt 5 and $addiction lt 5 and $obedience lt 5>>[[Say it.|Week 4, Day 4 - He said it the absolute madman]] <<if $horniness gte 5>>@@.fetish;Slut, slut, I'M A HUGE SLUT!@@<<endif>> <<if $horniness lt 5>>[[Resist.|Week 4, Day 4 - No madman]]<<endif>>\ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>[[Say it.|Week 4, Day 4 - He said it the absolute madman]] <<if $horniness gte 5>>@@.fetish;Slut, slut, I'M A HUGE SLUT!@@<<endif>> <<if $horniness lt 5>>[[Resist.|Week 4, Day 4 - No madman]]<<endif>>\ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>[[Say it.|Week 4, Day 4 - He said it the absolute madman]] @@.pink;Sluts have lots of fun, right? That means you're totally a super slut! *teehee*@@\ <<elseif $addiction gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>[[Say it.|Week 4, Day 4 - He said it the absolute madman]] @@.azure;Sluts get fed a lot... and you're rather starved for sperm at the moment.@@\ <<elseif $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>[[Say it.|Week 4, Day 4 - He said it the absolute madman]] @@.gold;Sluts kneel. You kneel. So what's the difference? Sounds like you're a slut, and a really good one, too!@@\ <<else>>[[Say it.|Week 4, Day 4 - He said it the absolute madman]] <<if $horniness gte 5>>@@.fetish;Slut, slut, I'M A HUGE SLUT!@@<<endif>> <<if $horniness lt 5>>[[Resist.|Week 4, Day 4 - No madman]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 2>><<if $horniness gte 2>><<set $horniness -= 2>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 2>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>You need relief. You can't resist. Hesitantly, you open your mouth. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"I... a- a slut. A des-erate... a des-erate horny... -itch. Now sh-shut u- and -enetrate -y holes already!"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"I... am a slut. A desperate... a desperate horny... bitch. Now sh-shut up and penetrate my holes already!"@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"I... a- a slut. A des-erate... a des-erate horny... -itch. Now sh-shut u- and -enetrate -y holes already!"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"I... am a slut. A desperate... a desperate horny... bitch. Now sh-shut up and penetrate my holes already!"@@<<endif>><<endif>> The dominatrix grins deviously, but doesn't move a muscle. @@.blue;"Louder."@@ Her grin widens. After a short pause, you conclude that resisting at this point would be pointless. \ /*PERMANENT STAT VARIATIONS INCOMING*//*BIMBO FIRST*/<<if $fetishChoker is 0 and $brainDrain gte 5>>You try to focus on her words, but they swim in your @@.pink;foggy@@ head. Wait, do things swim in fog? @@.pink;Swimming means trying on sexy bikinis, so you really, really hope so.@@ What were you meant to say again? Oh @@.pink;righty@@, that sexy slut stuff. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"Oh yeah lady, <em>haaa</em> I could really use so-e sexy -un with you *teehee*. -y -ussy is always su-er hungry -or cock so -lease -lug all -y holes! -ut, like, only the sexy ones!"@@<<else>>@@.pink;"Oh yeah lady, <em>haaa</em> I could really use some sexy fun with you *teehee*. My pussy is always super hungry for cock so please plug all my holes! But, like, only the sexy ones!"@@<<endif>>\ /*CUMSLUT SECOND*/<<elseif $fetishChoker is 0 and $addiction gte 5>>You try to focus on her words, but your stomach is demanding your attention more loudly. If only somebody were to ram their rod all the way to your stomach, @@.azure;filling it with man cream@@. Hold on, she wanted to hear something, didn't she? <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.azure;"Uhh, I- really sorry, -ut I got a little distracted there. I -orgot what you wanted -e to say, -ut I'll say anything i- you just -ill -e u- with se-en! -lease, I only need a little taste and I'll say all you want, all day, I -ro-ise!"@@<<else>>@@.azure;"Umm, I'm really sorry, but I got a little distracted there. I forgot what you wanted me to say, but I'll say anything if you just fill me up with semen! Please, I only need a little taste and I'll say all you want to hear, all day, I promise!"@@<<endif>>\ /*SUBMISSIVE SLUT THIRD*/<<elseif $fetishChoker is 0 and $obedience gte 5>>Repeating something that she told you? But only louder? That would be the ultimate @@.gold;submission@@, wouldn't it? Giving up your mental faculties to @@.gold;please your mistress@@, her voice coming out of your mouth. Right there, you just kneel before her. The perspective of you looking up at this powerful woman, wanting, @@.gold;needing@@ to serve her arouses you so powerfully that you forget that you were even meant to say anything and start touching yourself uncontrollably while screaming nearly undecipherable hollow phrases.\ /*FETISH CHOKER*/<<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"I a- a slut. A des-erate horny -itch. Now shut u- and -enetrate -y holes already!"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"I am a slut. A desperate horny bitch. Now shut up and penetrate my holes already!"@@<<endif>>\ /*STANDARD NO STATS NO CHOKER*/<<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"I a- a slut. A des-erate horny -itch. Now shut u- and -enetrate -y holes already!"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"I am a slut. A desperate horny bitch. Now shut up and penetrate my holes already!"@@<<endif>><<endif>> Without being prompted, your pent up pressure releases itself in more and more iterations of roughly the same phrases, every successive one louder, faster and more meaningless until you're almost crying for the lady to start giving it to you. Laughing loudly, she does. That first thrust is like a drop of water after crossing the Sahara. Yet this woman keeps opening her mouth and talking. You wish she'd make good on your plea, shut up and @@.fetish;ravage you@@. @@.blue;"Hmmm, that's my girl. And I think your admirers are rather impressed too!"@@ It takes you some time to process that information, and probably a minute passed by until you reacted with a confused, tranced glance in her direction. Your face -- like the rest of your body -- has fallen under a spell of arousal and thus is completely out of control, so the corners of your mouth are stretch upwards quite a bit. @@.blue;"That's right, honey. Smile for the cameras,"@@ she squeaks delightedly, pointing up at one of the corners of the room. Just letting your head drop back is enough to follow her suggestion and brings into view just what she announced; a camera, quite suspiciously focussed on the very spot you're lying on. When you lazily, sluggishly turn your attention back to the woman @@.fetish;consensually destroying your <<if $penis is 1>>boypussy<<else>>pussy<<endif>>@@--raping you, she shoves a phone in your face. You can't believe your eyes. Again it takes the information to drift through the haze inside your brain a while, but there seems to be a live feed running on the phone. It shows a room filled with fifty men, maybe more. They all have two things in common. Firstly, they're all... well, masturbating. Secondly, they're all staring at a screen which broadcasts a voluptuous whore getting her brains<<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>> -- @@.pink;her what?@@ --<<endif>> fucked out of her skull by a dominant, powerful @@.fetish;mistress@@-- dominatrix in a latex catsuit. The implication is somewhat lost on your sex-addled little mind, which your lover fails to pick up on. @@.blue;"That's right... you can bet that we didn't put that stream up just a second ago. They all heard you say it. Heard you scream it. Now they see you creaming yourself over the mere thought of cock, drooling and mumbling on the floor even though I haven't moved a muscle in over a minute."@@ Once again it takes a few seconds before you're present enough to call bullshit on that one. Your extremities may feel numb but you clearly feel your-- oh. Looking down on yourself with tremendous effort, your hips are gyrating against a completely frozen lower body of your assailant. @@.blue;"There. Now it's all out. The pressure's gone. Nobody minds. Look how happy they are that you've accepted, embraced your true self. Assume your destiny now. You've wanted it all this time."@@ Did you? Consciously, you'd disagree, but your mind is so pliable at the moment, its standard mode of operation is "why not?" and thus you don't. You take another look at the phone showing your @@.fetish;fans@@ and feel compelled to tease a reaction out of them. Looking straight at the camera filming you from behind and above, you make a show of letting your tongue loll out, your eyes roll back in your head, and <<if $asianProgress gte 5>>your left hand doing a "V" gesture right next to your eyes<<else>>emitting a breathy, deep, almost manic laugh<<endif>>. Yes, yes you certainly are a desperate, hopeless whore. @@.fetish;Watch me everyone... watch your little whore get pounded!@@ <<if $addiction gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.azure;But please don't waste your cum, I'll take it all! You don't even have to ask nicely, just use my tongue as your sperm toilet...@@<<endif>> They certainly are watching, and enjoy every second. Some of them a little too much; that stunt of yours has shot a few of the @@.fetish;adorable@@ guys over the edge. Every string of jizz that they squirt onto the floor in ecstasy feels like it lands hotly on your body; a tribute to you, a trophy. You made them do that. They achieved orgasm just from watching you. @@.fetish;Thanks everyone! I'll try even harder to make you squirm and squirt! You look so cute when you do that...@@ Immediately, you try to make good on your promise. It occurs to you that your once hazy mind and paralysed body have found a renewed energy. Like they both know you're a whore and try to encourage you to admit it. Just like the nice lady here... Now that you think of it, everybody's been telling you what a slut you are for almost four weeks straight. Maybe it's not everybody else who doesn't understand. Maybe it's you? Your silly little mind is inclined to agree. There's a lot you don't understand. @@.fetish;Like why dick feels so good!@@ Speak of the devil, things are heating up down there. Crying out one last time, the quickening thrusts of the godly cock inside your love canal are shooting you over the edge too. Your vision flashes white as your cum starts spraying everywhere, covering the whole floor around you. Now lying in a pool of your own ejaculate, it's time to simmer down a little; until you need your next fix of dick. As it exits you, it leaves behind only remnants of your jizz and a feeling of emptiness, like you're not whole anymore. The dominatrix gives you a few playful swats on your ass. @@.blue;"See, better than therapy, and cheaper too. Hell, if you just stayed honest, you could even make money off being <em>yourself</em>. Gotta say you were a pretty decent fuck, much more willing than my usual clientele. Keep going my little fuckbunny."@@ With that, she excuses herself. After staying down for a while longer and trying to catch your breath, you eventually find your feet again. So it's out now... you're a slut. After all the degrading things in these past few weeks, that statement is almost soberingly dull and tame. @@.fetish;That's right, shoot for the stars! You can always do sluttier!@@ Maybe there's some truth to it. You can't deny the pleasure, certainly not. But there's more truth to be found in this facility. Whatever your fate, whatever your identity, there's more to be uncovered yet. So, with tired legs, tired mind and tired heart, you [[head on through|Week 4, Day 4 - Moving On]], completely oblivious to what happened to @@.lucas;Lucas@@...

<<set $horniness += 3>>The dominatrix -- that's really who she is -- frowns at you, clearly displeased. @@.blue;"Anticlimactic, isn't it? Play the hero if you want. Nobody else does. Stay alone. Farewell."@@ Unceremoniuosly, she kicks you in the ribs and lets you lie on the floor there. You celebrate your victory by <<if $penis is 1>>jerking your dick so hard you nearly rip it off<<else>>flicking your clit like there's no tomorrow<<endif>>. Desperate, you have to notice that even after a paralysing orgasm, your arousal is hardly sated, and clearly at a fever pitch compared to before. You're not certain, but you assume giving in to the dominatrix would've had a more pleasurable outcome, if potentially more disastrous. With your brain only running on sex, it'll be hard to concentrate on anything else. That reminds you, you totally forgot about @@.lucky;Lucas@@. Laboriously, you lift yourself off the floor, only to see the room behind the glass contains nothing but a conveyor belt of generic sluts being processed. All of them... "milky cats", whatever that's supposed to mean. Any one of these could be what used to be @@.lucas;Lucas@@, but there's no way to be sure. They truly are identical, all of them. Maybe staring at them isn't the best way of conducting your day though. That's right, you still have some way to go, even if you'll have to [[walk it without Lucas now.|Week 4, Day 4 - Moving On]]

It doesn't take many of those steps to arrive at something that is most certainly your trap for today. <<if $lucasAlly is 0>>Boy, you could've really used a break.<<endif>> This will be interesting. Before you stretches out a room. Actually, more like a hallway. It's quite narrow and at the end of it, you can see a door. To state that this is all there is to say about this room would be a tremendous mistake however. One particular thing stands out. All those dicks poking into the hallway. The left side of the room isn't actually a wall, but rather a pretty solid divider. It's inbuilt, so you doubt a human could topple that thing over. However, there's a gap below and you can see many pairs of feet, plus shins. A little higher up, there's a hole with a dick poking through, every two metres or so. You have a vague idea what's expected of you, and you're not sure you like it. <<if $addiction gte 5>>That's because you <em>know</em> you <em>love</em> it!<<endif>> It's time to think about a course of action. <<if $addiction lt 5 or $fetishChoker is 1>>[[Go nuts with your mouth and blow them away.|Week 4, Day 4 - Five Course Dinner]] Quite literally. [[Take the hit and gulp down those cocks.|Week 4, Day 4 - Blowjobs]] That's what they expect you to do, right? [[Use your hands.|Week 4, Day 4 - Handjobs]] That sounds safer. [[Use an item in preparation.|Week 4, Day 4 - Item Use]]\ \ <<else>>Course of action? [[A five-course dinner.|Week 4, Day 4 - Five Course Dinner]] Unless there's an [[item|Week 4, Day 4 - Item Use]] you want to use for @@.azure;improved digestion@@?<<endif>>

<<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 1>><<else>><<set $perversion += 1>><<endif>><<if $lipImplant is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>><<set $horniness += 2>>\ \ /*HANDCUFFS USED*/<<if $handcuffsused4 is 1>><<set $horniness -= 1>>You doubt it'll be all that helpful, but why not give it your best? You bring forth the handcuffs and approach the first hole. Not making a big fuss about it, you just place one cuff against the divider and close it as tight as it will go, without being too violent. Though you can't see his face, you'd bet the person behind the wall is rather irritated and confused at this point. You can see his penis jerking around a bit, not really achieving much, before he pulls back and frees himself of the metal object. However, he pulled out of the hole in the process and now a red lamp above has turned green. Who would've thought this would work? It's not a huge help, but one less cock is a good start. @@.fetish;You can make up for it tomorrow!@@ Regardless, the guys behind the wall smarten up and your trick doesn't work twice. They know full well that you want to avoid your @@.fetish;duties@@ and when you close the cuff around the second guy's meat, he doesn't move an inch. Looks like you really do have to get them off now. Sighing in resignation, you kneel in front of your first dick, or the second, depending on how you look at it.\ \ /*NORMAL PATH*/<<else>>What is there to do other than to suck them off? You were never to wild in your previous, @@.fetish;fake@@, male life, but even you know what a gloryhole and its purpose is. It makes sense then to assume this is what you have to do in order to pass the challenge. Resigning yourself to that fate, you drop to your knees and, resolved to end this quickly, take the first cock into your mouth. Licking from the glans downwards as you impale yourself on him, you can hear a first moan from beyond the divider, affirming that your efforts are appreciated. @@.fetish;Awww, he likes you! Imagine how he would sound if you fucked three guys at once, tied down to a chair, gagged with@@-- Slurping away at the man meat inside you, he starts to twitch and momentarily unloads inside you. Since you weren't prepared for it, most of it shoots into your throat, pooling in your stomach. Already, you can feel that heat spread through your body, clearly having an effect on your arousal. Composing yourself, you realise that your job is far from done. @@.fetish;Exciting!@@ You take position beneath cock number 2.<<endif>> \ \ /*HANDCUFFS + NO HANDCUFFS PATH MERGE HERE*/Hesitantly, you take it into your mouth and start bobbing up and down. You remember to pay his testicles some attention which gets him to cum really quickly. You barely got started and cum is already shooting down your throat and into your stomach, getting you more aroused. He must've had some lonely days with this much pent up pressure. If everybody shoots as fast as him, you'll be done here in no time. At least that's what you thought before the third guy gets to work on you. Not content with just feeling your lips massaging his meat sensuously, he starts teasing you with his feet below the divider. Kneeling means that your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.fetish;boyclitty@@<<else>>@@.fetish;fuckhole@@<<endif>> is rather low to the ground, thereby easily accessible. After getting quite worked up from getting your mouth stuffed, it's easy for this guy to turn teasing into jacking you off with his feet. Indeed, you can't hold back any longer and cry out in a big orgasm, fuelled by the constant edging. Cum streaming into your mouth while you own juices shoot onto the floor only add to the depraved scene. You lie on your back for a few minutes before moving on to the next guy, already quite exhausted. Even at the height of orgasm, you can't let your task rest though, and come up with an idea. Maybe you can just blow one guy while jerking off the other? It would speed things up and maybe nobody would notice. At least there don't seem to be any cameras in the room. /*THROATCLIT COMES INTO PLAY HERE*/Putting your theory to the test, your lips wrap around the fourth guy's cock while the fifth gets a lazy handjob. After dishing out blowjobs so readily, your mouth has become predictably tired, with your lips less massaging and more caressing the phallus they're enveloping lovingly. While more gentle, it does take away some of your effectiveness, and so you find yourself taking this cock much further inside you than you normally would, to have your throat assist your efforts. Your strategy pays off, as is evidence by the massive load that is gushing into your ready orifice. You've lost count of how many you've taken by now. <<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>>The drawback to this strategy is your @@.fetish;magnificent@@ throat modification, which is feeling so amazing that the majority of your bloodflow is directed to your crotch again, so soon after climaxing.<<endif>> The guy to your right ejaculates hotly all over your hand not long after your most recent blowjob came to an end. That's not very useful, but at least that's one more cock taken care of. Speaking of cocks, there's only two left. Seeing as your latest strategy of one blowjob plus one jerk-off seemed to work out just fine, you vow to end this challenge soon by repeating your success. /*LIP IMPLANTS HAVE AN EFFECT*/Giving your right arm a little bit of a break, you take the last cock in the mouth, while the penultimate dick gets the less dexterous but just as dainty fingers of your left hand wrapped around him.<<if $lipImplant is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>> Your lips, as you feel, aren't just tired, they're actually numb. Numb in pleasure... @@.fetish;Bless@@-- Curse these implants!<<endif>> Bobbing up and down the last guy's meat, you @@.fetish;wish this moment would never end@@-- look forward to being done with this challenge. For once, somebody's sympathetic to your wishes and cum is painting your insides white, @@.fetish;just like you wanted@@. /*SPERM HITTING YOU IN THE FACE AND EYE*/That means your left hand are the only thing that is still busy. It actually slowed down considerably due to your small, @@.fetish;girly@@ arm. To help out, you take both hands, but even that tires you quickly enough, so that your whole body is moving along with your meat massage. Catching you completely by surprise, your lover ejaculates and his cream is heading right in your direction when you weren't paying attention. <<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1>><<set $horniness -= 1>>It's a good thing you chose to wear these trashy, degrading glasses @@.fetish;that are just your style@@. They @@.fetish;not only look beautiful@@, they also shielded you from the brunt of it, deflecting the gooey substance that hits them with lewd noises and leaving behind @@.fetish;sexy@@ trails.<<else>>Having nothing to protect you, a particularly large glab hits you smack in the face. As if you weren't horny enough already, this load you're carrying @@.fetish;with pride@@ is so hot that your engine is firing up almost as if you hadn't orgasmed just a while earlier.<<endif>> /*HERE COME THE STOCKINGS*/That last encounter aside, you can merrily note the door opening. You passed the challenge! You like to think you deserve it too. @@.fetish;That's right, you performed amazingly well! See you tomorrow for round two~@@ <<if $stockingsused31 is 1 or $stockingsused32 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1>>It may be minor, but you also make the pleasant observation that your knees don't hurt at all, even though you were crawling around on them for some time. These stockings @@.fetish;don't just look damn sexy@@, they also have some practical uses, even though the effect is barely noticeable, really.<<endif>> Scurrying out through the door, you [[move on|Week 4, Day 4 - Finally Fucking Done]] with the day, finally having fulfilled your task.

<<set $horniness += 2>><<set $number1 = 1>><<set $numbers = 1>>\ /*HANDCUFFS USED*/<<if $handcuffsused4 is 1>><<set $horniness -= 1>>You doubt it'll be all that helpful, but why not give it your best? You bring forth the handcuffs and approach the first hole. Not making a big fuss about it, you just place one cuff against the divider and close it as tight as it will go, without being too violent. Though you can't see his face, you'd bet the person behind the wall is rather irritated and confused at this point. You can see his penis jerking around a bit, not really achieving much, before he pulls back and frees himself of the metal object. However, he pulled out of the hole in the process and now a red lamp above has turned green. Who would've thought this would work? It's not a huge help, but one less cock is a good start. @@.fetish;You can make up for it tomorrow!@@ Regardless, the guys behind the wall smarten up and your trick doesn't work twice. They know full well that you want to avoid your @@.fetish;duties@@ and when you close the cuff around the second guy's meat, he doesn't move an inch. Looks like you really do have to get them off now. Sighing in resignation, you kneel on the floor and wrap your hands around the first rod, or the second, depending on how you look at it. Running your fingers over it, you can immediately feel the guy appreciating your dainty touch, as his muscles immediately flex after contact. You figure he's not going to hold back long, and you're correct. After maybe a minute of jerking him off, his dick suddenly springs up out of your grip and shoots white liquid everywhere... mostly on your face though. Lesson learned, next time you'll try to fix your aim. An idea forms. If you sit between two holes and give two simultaneous handjobs, you should be done quicker and safe of any semen shrapnel. In your new, much shorter body, your arm span has to be utilised to its fullest to reach both cocks, but you manage. The guys behind the divider don't seem to mind either, and even assist you in your attempts to get them off. Every now and then, one of your pulls is assisted by a thrust of theirs, until they, too, explode into climax, fortunately over the floor. Alright, better go on just like that. Four guys are taken care of, that means three to go. The next one you'll actually take solo, your arms are really tired from being stretch out like that. @@.fetish;Well, girls like you do have slim arms...@@ So the next guy will get some more personal treatment. Your hands are rather slippery right now, coated in quite a large amount of ejaculate. Of course that helps a great deal with not getting sore, but it also means jerking off twice as hard to get the same amount of friction. Naturally, that makes you a little tired. Your strokes are becoming more laborious with every iteration, and your body starts moving along back and forth until you're hardly moving your hands at all, and your upper body does all the work. When the guy eventually, finally erupts, you're caught by surprise and just barely evade the string of sperm flying past your head. You definitely have to get back your alertness. Or at least be more cautious. The last two guys are done simultaneously again, just to be on the safe side. Even if your arms hurt, you really don't want to think about how all that @@.fetish;delicious, hot cream@@ on your face feels right now. Playing it safe pays off, as their @@.fetish;tempting loads@@ shoot and drip to the floor, nowhere near you. Glad to be done with your task, hearing the door open, you make your move ot leave when you notice your last companion drops to the floor exhausted. @@.fetish;You didn't know your hands felt that good... Maybe you should use them some more!@@ What's even weirder is that he has a "9" painted on his taint; between his scrotum and anus. Disturbed by the sight, you vow to remember it regardless. It hardly seems like a coincidence.<<if $stockingsused31 is 1 or $stockingsused32 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1>> You pleasantly note that, despite crawling around on your knees a lot, they don't hurt one bit. Good thing you were wearing those stockings, even if the effect isn't really that noticeable.<<endif>> Having done your job with relatively few consequences, [[you take your leave|Week 4, Day 4 - Finally Fucking Done]] through the newly opened door.\ \ /*NO HANDCUFFS*/<<else>>Sighing in resignation, you kneel on the floor and wrap your hands around the first rod. Running your fingers over it, you can immediately feel the guy appreciating your dainty touch, as his muscles immediately flex after contact. You figure he's not going to hold back long, and you're correct. After maybe a minute of jerking him off, his dick suddenly springs up out of your grip and shoots white liquid everywhere... mostly on your face though. Lesson learned, next time you'll try to fix your aim. An idea forms. If you sit between two holes and give two simultaneous handjobs, you should be done quicker and safe of any semen shrapnel. In your new, much shorter body, your arm span has to be utilised to its fullest to reach both cocks, but you manage. The guys behind the divider don't seem to mind either, and even assist you in your attempts to get them off. Every now and then, one of your pulls is assisted by a thrust of theirs, until they, too, explode into climax, fortunately over the floor. Alright, better go on just like that. Three guys are taken care of, that means four to go. The next one you'll actually take solo, your arms are really tired from being stretch out like that. @@.fetish;Well, girls like you do have slim arms...@@ So the next guy will get some more personal treatment. Your hands are rather slippery right now, coated in quite a large amount of ejaculate. Of course that helps a great deal with not getting sore, but it also means jerking off twice as hard to get the same amount of friction. /*CUM GOES IN EYE OUCH*/Naturally, that makes you a little tired. Your strokes are becoming more laborious with every iteration, and your body starts moving along back and forth until you're hardly moving your hands at all, and your upper body does all the work. When the guy eventually, finally erupts, you're caught by surprise at the string aiming just in your direction. <<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1>><<set $horniness -= 1>>Luckily, you prepared for this very situation. Still rather unelegant is the sight and sound of the glob of cum being deflected by your sunglasses, leaving behind a shamefully characteristic, creamy trail on the @@.fetish;slutty@@ accessory.<<else>>Having no protection whatsoever, one glob of cum that feels particularly large to you hits you square in the face, adding to the hotness clouding your cheeks, which slowly starts to spread to more private areas of your body.<<endif>> You definitely have to get back your alertness. Or at least be more cautious. The next two guys are done simultaneously again, just to be on the safe side. Even if your arms hurt, you really don't want to think about how all that @@.fetish;delicious, hot cream@@ on your face feels right now. Playing it safe pays off, as their @@.fetish;tempting loads@@ shoot and drip to the floor, nowhere near you, and the last guy similarly fails to hit you. Glad to be done with your task, hearing the door open, you make your move ot leave when you notice your last companion drops to the floor exhausted. @@.fetish;You didn't know your hands felt that good... Maybe you should use them some more!@@ What's even weirder is that he has a "9" painted on his taint; between his scrotum and anus. Disturbed by the sight, you vow to remember it regardless. It hardly seems like a coincidence.<<if $stockingsused31 is 1 or $stockingsused32 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1>> You pleasantly note that, despite crawling around on your knees a lot, they don't hurt one bit. Good thing you were wearing those stockings, even if the effect isn't really that noticeable.<<endif>> Having done your job with relatively few consequences, [[you take your leave|Week 4, Day 4 - Finally Fucking Done]] through the newly opened door.<<endif>>

Your items: <<if $lube is 1>> <<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>[[Lube|Week 4, Day 4 - You Fucking Idiot][$lubeused4 = 1, $lube = 0]] - Oh yeah, @@.pink;good@@ idea!<<else>>[[Lube|Week 4, Day 4 - Fuckin A][$lubeused4 = 1, $lube = 0]] - The divider doesn't go all the way down, so...<<endif>><<endif>><<if $stockings is 1>> [[Stockings|Week 4, Day 4 - Item Choice][$stockingsused4 = 1, $stockings = 0]] - Well... you'd certainly be prettier with those on, you suppose.<<endif>><<if $glasses is 1>> [[Sunglasses|Week 4, Day 4 - Item Choice][$glassesused4 = 1, $glasses = 0]] - Those could protect against any flying projectile, that might be useful.<<endif>><<if $handcuffs is 1>> <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>[[Handcuffs|Week 4, Day 4 - Kneeling and Sucking][$handcuffsused4 = 1, $handcuffs = 0]]<<else>>[[Handcuffs|Week 4, Day 4 - Item Choice][$handcuffsused4 = 1, $handcuffs = 0]]<<endif>> - <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.gold;Ooh, I got a great idea for those!@@<<else>>This is probably not going to be much use, but better than nothing, right?<<endif>><<endif>> <<back>>

<<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 2>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>><<else>><<set $perversion += 1>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<endif>><<endif>><<set $horniness = 0>>It's been too long since your last meal, and even if it hadn't, you can @@.azure;never@@ have enough. The drop to your knees is quick, pleasant, @@.azure;natural@@. In a matter of seconds, your vision voluntarily locks in on the first cock dangling from the hole. It's twitching, already nervous to feel your tongue. Those balls look heavy... you trust your instincts and anticipate a lovely finish. No fun before the work's done though. Grasping the base determinedly, you first suckle the testicles to make sure they'll cooperate by unloading everything they have to the very last drop. Your right hand moves up and down the shaft, whose tip is enveloped by your @@.azure;cockpillows@@ within a minute. From here on out, you've got home advantage, it's all practiced routine. Impale yourself 'til you feel his pubes, pull out, lick the underside of his meat down, then back up, then impale yourself again and bob up and down quickly, before you start back at the beginning. Your lewd, @@.azure;expert@@ choreography makes short work of the pent up pressure inside the orbs you were constantly caressing and teasing. It takes only a few minutes before your body is painted white from inside for the first time today. You plan to make it many more. Satisfied, you note that you were right about the size of the load. Already, your stomach is gurgling from that massive protein injection. It better be ready for another course, because it's coming soon. Like the first cock, the second one is quickly relieved of its pressure and essence, flowing peacefully inside you. There isn't even that much horniness within you, you're not driven by insane craving or unending lust. There's just the serenity of being a @@.azure;cum receptacle@@. All responsibility is gone, as long as you can fulfill that role, and you do so better than anyone, as many of your current clients tell you. Serving well is all you need to do. You truly live to serve, and yet even you are hesitating a little at the sight of the next rod, poking you almost in the face even from the next hole over. Somebody's been thinking of you... what a nice @@.azure;present@@. Unwrapping it from its sheath, you give the glans a cautious taste; there's some precum already on it! This one really likes you. Time to show your own feelings for him then. As you're used to, the testicles are what holds your true desire, so you give them some exploratory fondles. They sure don't pale in comparison to the shaft, they're quite above average in size as well. Speaking of the shaft, you don't want to ignore it for too long. It may be imposing, but that only makes it more @@.azure;exciting@@. So you carefully spread your lips, slowly, ever wider. With how thick and @@.azure;useable@@ they are, you're lucky they stretch that far. They do guarantee a tight seal on any size, however, and that feature is audibly appreciated from behind the divider, as an appreciative moans encourages you, even though you've hardly gone beyond the glans yet. Still, on you go, your jaw putting any snake to shame, your throat more elastic than a bungee cord. It's tough to move all the way down without any pace, but patience is key. You'll get your @@.azure;feeding@@ soon enough. At some point, you hit a bit of a wall, as you can't seem to get down any further, but you have a solution for that too. You wouldn't be the world's best @@.azure;fleshlight face@@ if you didn't. Bringing your tongue into the game, you figure some lubrication couldn't hurt. The shaft's getting coated in your saliva and becomes nice and slippery. It's already so far in that getting any on the tip is nigh impossible, as it's already stuck well inside your throat. Regardless, that helps a lot, and as you start to twist your head sideways, like you're getting drilled -- @@.azure;hmmmm, soon you will@@ -- then back the other way and left and right like that until you hit pubes and the cock is close to getting digested. Definitely not wanting that to happen, you pull out with a wet plop, leaving behind countless trails of drool, with one large glob dropping out of your mouth and onto your tits. So much for round one. Subsequently, things go a little easier. In the end, you even get to bob up and down as you would on any normal dick, which is a rather impressive feat with this sort of length entering your throat. <<if $throatclit is 1>>Being as huge as he is, that also means he's rubbing against your @@.azure;real@@ clit more than any other you've taken before. The unexpected stimulation hits you hard and you jizz all over the place as your climax wrecks you.<<endif>>/*THROATCLIT CLIMAX*/ After a while, you feel him accepting your rhythm and reciprocating your thrusts. When you go forward, he goes forward. Getting a feel for his tempo, you can tell with pinpoint accuracy that he's sped up consistently for a while now. He's getting close, you know it. To make the most of it -- for you and for him -- you quickly jump down on him, pressing your nose all the way against the divider and part of his crotch. Your lovely hunk is sticking with his rhythm though and proceeds to facefuck you like this. @@.azure;His fleshlight indeed...@@ Then, he stops, embedded fully within you but doesn't quite yet allow you relief by bestowing his load upon you. Sensing that your skills are required, you start humming and swallowing, to make your throat vibrate and twitch, thereby massaging his semen out of him. Due to his massive length, it's all pumped straight into your stomach, @@.azure;where it belongs@@, and you know you've served your @@.azure;purpose@@. You're in love... Sadly, the meat rod pulls slowly and wetly out of your throat, the soft *plop* sounding like your throat's complaint of missing its new companion. You're disappointed yourself, but what can you do? Move on, that's what. The remaining cocks won't suck themselves! With a sense of @@.azure;duty@@ you remain on your knees and move on towards the next customer. That reminds you of last week, when you didn't just get all the sex you @@.azure;wanted@@, you also got paid for it... You probably shouldn't daydream when there's real cocks to care for. You get right on it and have a load blasted down into your belly within seconds; this guy got really excited from all the noises you must've made on your first three @@.azure;feedings@@! By now, your throat is getting a little sore, and yet your stomach keeps crying for more. There's just no sating you. Instead of going for the same thing again, you decide you'll show some creativity and pull two guys out from under the divider. Getting both of them into your mouth at once stretches it even further than monster #3 did, but it's a challenge you welcome. Your throat does, too, because it has some time to recover. With two cocks in your mouth, they occasionally dip beyond your tongue, but not very far, and only briefly. Actually, pretty much everything gets harder when you have to cater to more than one meat. Even bobbing up and down is difficult when your cheeks are bulged out this far. A solution is quickly found when you find good use for your tongue. While your back and forth is rather unimpressive, it looks cute how your head is pistoning back and forth only a few centimetres at a time. Now that your tongue's in play, it races all over the dicks in your mouth, either squashed in between them, licking up and down their undersides, or enveloping one or the other with its slick movements. Regardless of the specific technique, your @@.azure;skill@@ is unmatched and you quickly bring the two studs to the edge. They can hardly contain themselves, same as you, which means they slip out of your mouth a few times in the ramp-up to their climax. Thus, when they finally beautifully erupt, they do so half on your face, and half your mouth. Naturally, the @@.azure;protein juice@@ that hits your tongue doesn't stay there long and is quickly deposited safely @@.azure;where it belongs@@. As the second guy unloads on your face, the heat of every string and pool spreads outward into every limb and brings you to your <<if $throatclit is 1>>second climax<<else>>own lovely climax as well<<endif>>. /*FIRST OR SECOND ORGASM*/ These two taken care of, there's not much more to do, and the last blowjob of the day -- @@.azure;awwwww@@ -- is a lazy one. Your face is nearly numb after the quaking orgasm that just shook you and the guy really uses you more like a @@.azure;sex toy@@ than a sexual partner. Getting your face raped for a few minutes, it's coated in even more @@.azure;delicious@@ semen that you sluggishly scrape off and devour with gusto. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>With those @@.azure;enhanced fuckpillows@@ of yours, it's hard not to let arousal overtake you right again. While you've sated your desire, it doesn't go away completely.<<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>>/*LIP IMPLANTS MEAN +1 HORNINESS*/ Whoa, you totally nailed this challenge! If there were a special prize, you're sure you'd have won it. @@.azure;Maybe they'll introduce one the next time you do so well?@@ Only one way to find out... But for now, you're done here, and so [[you move on.|Week 4, Day 4 - Finally Fucking Done]]

<<set $loads += 3>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>><<set $horniness = 0>>Of course, what a great idea! Some lube will help getting those cocks down your throat, and you bet it'll feel way softer like that too. It'll be so much more... what's the word... @@.pink;Fun.@@ So you go right ahead, pour some of the fluid into your mouth and play with it a little. It feels so cool and runs languidly over your tongue. Still, it's important to get it everywhere, you can @@.pink;fool around@@ in a minute. Some needs to go on those lips, which you smack against each other a couple of time like you're just done applying lipstick, and then try to let some of the slippery goo run down your throat, hoping it'll stay there. You know a thing or two about getting goo down your throat, so you're sure you'll be fine. Terrific, that's all done! After work, it's @@.pink;playtime@@. Dropping to your knees, you scoot over to the first hole that has a dick pointing out of it. Just for you! @@.pink;Lucky girl...@@ Well, if it's here just for you, you better pay it some attention or it'll feel lonely. Your mouth will be warm and inviting enough to make it feel right at home. With practiced ease, you shove the stationary cock between your @@.pink;dickpillows@@ and give it some preparatory licks. The lube is really amazing, it slips and slides around inside your mouth so easily! You could keep him in there all day... but he'd probably get bored at some point. So let's turn up the heat! Testing cautiously, you find that lubing up your throat was nice as well. It never went in so readily before. Honestly, you're just trying to get the tip inside and whoops, there goes the whole thing! @@.pink;*teehee*@@ Somebody's excited. Further testing the boundaries of your lubrication, your lover gets some special treatment. You open your mouth wide, no longer really sucking on his dick, @@.pink;awww@@... Fortunately, your tongue still gets to enjoy the oppressive, enslaving, @@.pink;addictive@@ taste. Anyway, the point is to push yourself back and forth like that. Your lips may not touch him now, but your throat puts in some extra work. This throat massage naturally produces lewd gagging sounds which are twice as audible because you're keeping your mouth open. Before you can even contemplate how @@.pink;fun@@ and impressive your technique is, you hear somebody cursing from behind the divider in reaction to your attention and shoots his load down your throat immediately afterwards, right as you're closing in on the guy's pelvis. The sticky @@.pink;man juice@@ is injected right into your stomach, conveniently foregoing your lubricant, so it stays ready for another round. So why not start one? Disconnecting the first dick from your throat with a wet clenching sound -- @@.pink;gee, Throaty really doesn't want that cock to leave *teehee*@@ -- you scoot over to the next. Actually, you don't wanna do the same thing over and over, now that you think about it. Looking back to the first cock, it's not in the hole anymore, and a green light is lit above it. Oh, hold on, there it is. The guy got so tired he lay down on the floor, how cute! Still, you're not quite done with him. Reaching out with your arms, you grab his legs and pull on them with all your inconsiderable, feeble might. Rubbing and massaging you can do, but heavy lifting isn't for @@.pink;girls@@. Still, eventually you've dragged him over to your side of the divider, undoubtedly to the astonishment of his friends on the other side. Pulling his hips to be right in front of the second dick and pointing his cock upwards, you impale your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;rear pussy@@<<else>>@@.pink;babymaker@@<<endif>> onto him as you wolf down the phallus before you. Having to bounce down on a cock while also sucking another one off is really difficult to time right, but you were never one to refuse a @@.pink;challenge@@. Especially one so rewarding. As you're shot all over the face with your second load of the day, at the same time pouting that so much cum was wasted yet also loving the sticky mess that is your face, the other @@.pink;hunks@@ behind the gloryhole have noticed that there's really no need to uphold the rules. There's @@.pink;fun@@ to be had. While you're scratching a little at your eyes to get your lids open again, licking off what's left on your fingers, you notice all the holes are empty. Just seconds later, guys come crawling underneath the divider, all of them headed your way. Your heart flutters. That adoration for you, that they'd just abandon their posts to throw some dick into you. It's the warmest feeling in the world. Except maybe getting baby batter pumped into your holes. So let's work on that! Three willing partners are quickly found, and more line up impatiently. Look at that, you can fit two dicks at once in your mouth! Still, even with the aided lubrication, it's physically impossible to deepthroat anybody like that. So you opt to practice your newly found skill of literal throatfucking some more, and get more positive feedback in a stream of white, injected right into your belly through and open mouth. <<if $throatclit is 1>>This stimulation is finally enough to make you cum, twitching wildly in pleasure, with the guy below you giving you another orgasm right afterwards. Knowing it's best enjoyed in a fit of spasms, you twitch all over his cock, your hipflesh rippling like waves in the ocean as your body slowly, very slowly calms down again.<<else>>At this point, your sexual organs -- @@.pink;that's like, any organ, right?@@ -- had enough and the guy below you presents you with a beautiful orgasm, all for yourself. Knowing it's best enjoyed in a fit of spasms, you twitch all over his cock, your hipflesh rippling like waves in the ocean as your body slowly, very slowly calms down again.<<endif>> /*First load, or first two loads if throatclit is 1*/ In theory, you'd like to get started on the second one you had invited into your mouth already, which you then asked to wait until cock #1 was serviced by your throat. In practice, the dick below you is now starting to moan, and not in pleasure. You can feel him steadily going limp. That's no use! @@.pink;Maybe he should get a <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>clitty like you did.@@ Until he does, you need to find yourself a new ride, and one enthusiastically comes forward without you even needing to ask or putting on your flirty face. Within seconds, another cock is destroying your @@.pink;g-spot@@ relentlessly, finally. That means you can give your throat another workout, and another dick some more love. On your bouncy ride, another orgasm comes quickly, with your sex already sensitive. /*Second (or third) orgasm*/ Your own little orgy goes on for some time, and it catches some eyes. At one point, a girl passes through the room, evidently going somewhere else, but when she sees the pile of bodies, stuck inside each other, she turns around and tries to walk away briskly, without catching attention. Unsuccessfully so. One penis notices her, and calls for her to stop. It's beautiful to watch, it looks like she's received even better condita-- condito-- @@.pink;mind stuff@@ than you. At the order to stop, she does, turns around, drops to the floor and spreads her legs, presenting her pussy with two fingers. You can see that it's dripping with her juices, she's probably ordered to keep herself wet and ready at all times. @@.pink;Not like that's very hard...@@ The sight of her pussy getting destroyed makes your own spitroasting even more enjoyable. Every one of your holes is plugged, the way you were meant to be. Before long, another white, liquid torrent gushes down your throat, filling your almost bulging belly. Just the same, the other girl is currently getting creampied, her expression clearly as @@.pink;blissful@@ and @@.pink;mindless@@ as yours. The orgy assembling around you has inched ever closer to the girl and her @@.pink;master@@ while they were @@.pink;fucking your brains out@@. @@.pink;That's not all that hard either!@@ Now, getting close to the girl is putting you in a curious situation. While you're still getting pounded, two hunks are, instead of showing you some @@.pink;love@@, pulling both of you right over to where the other guy just pulls out of the girl. The cock that's penetrating you gets what the others are planning, and expertly flips you around on your stomach. @@.pink;He's so strong...@@ Then, a hand comes down, pushing the back of your head forward and into the thoroughly painted pussy of the other girl. By instinct -- @@.pink;and desire@@ -- your tongue shoots out and immediately gets to work. It's already a difficult enough task to get the area <em>around</em> her pussy cleaned up, so that's what you focus on. Licking her mons, thighs and perineum clean is quite the challenge, especially when you're getting pounded from behind every second. Once she's clean, you get to the highlight; her actual pussy. First is her outer labia, before you really have to dig in. There's surprisingly little baby batter to be found here, even when you push forth with your new, @@.pink;real@@ bodies sex-engineered tongue as far as you can. Jealously remembering the impressive length of her lover -- @@.pink;well, your guy isn't so bad@@, you think back to your <<if $throatclit is 0>>two<<else>>three<<endif>> orgasms so far -- you figure your @@.pink;prize@@ is hidden deep inside. Giving up on your tongue, you instead press your fat lips against her clean snatch. With a good, tight seal, you start sucking. @@.pink;You know all about your most impressive skills, so you stick to those.@@ Your expert cocksucking training coming in handy, you relentlessly try to squeeze that load out of there, it must be hiding somewhere. A moment later, you're startled when one fat glob of cum pops into your mouth, sticky and thick, making it almost impossible to swallow. But you wouldn't be a @@.pink;super duper fuckbunny@@ if that was too much for you to handle. You guess it's true what they say about the @@.pink;good part@@ of @@.pink;candy@@ being hidden in the middle, savouring the taste. As it happens so often, the sensation of the fat, thick orb of @@.pink;man goo@@ travelling down your throat, paired with the ruthless fucking you're receiving and the sheer depravity of indulging and enjoying this massive orgy pushes you over the edge, nearly causing you to pass out. You collapse on the floor, every muscle in your body now going limp, and the cocks around you know that every @@.pink;fun@@ ride has to end. Besides, letting you have some rest may improve their chances at @@.pink;Round 2@@ on another day. @@.pink;Yes, please!@@ After the @@.pink;fog@@ in your head finishes its victory ceremony and reality dawns on you, you push reality aside expertly, and [[just move on.|Week 4, Day 4 - Finally Fucking Done]]

<<set $number1 = 1>><<set $numbers = 1>>If this plan works, you're a damn genius. You've pondered how to get the door open. There are no obvious keys anywhere, so if they're hidden, they're hidden well. The alternative is that it's not about a key at all. That's actually the scenario that sounds more likely to you. There are little red lights above every hole, and a little plastic or metal thing on their edge, right next to the cocks poking out. Motion sensors, if your theory works out. It would make sense. Once you've licked and sucked them empty, the phalli would retreat out of the hole to signal that you completed your task. When all of them pull out, the door should open. After all, how are they supposed to determine that you've sucked them all off? There are no cameras in this room, you checked. Even if your plan doesn't work out, the worst thing that happens is that they get back up and fuck you. @@.fetish;Hmmmm, keep talking...@@ And that's not all that different from what you'd have to do anyway. Luckily, you were left a rather sizeable bottle of lube. It should be enough for the 7 or 8 guys lined up here. So you kneel down, aim at the first guy's feet -- or rather the floor around them -- and squeeze the tube lightly. Before you know how much you'll need, you better conserve as much as you can. Well, the guy has lube around his feet now. You don't even think he notices. That's even better! With nobody paying you any attention -- these guys must have been standing here for some time to be this unattentive -- you do the same for all the other men, spreading some lubricant around their feet. Once you're done, you kick the last one in the feet, so that he has to regain his footing and inevitably treads on the slippery substance you just smeared on the floor. Not wanting to waste any time, you immediately move on to the next and do the same. Hah, they're dropping like flies! In no time at all, they're all on the ground and you hear some pained moans from beyond the divider. What's more, all the lights above the holes lit up green, like you figured they would, and you're rewarded with the noisy opening of the door at the end, which you sprint towards. On your way there, an odd sight strikes you. The last guy, who's currently lying on the floor in pain, has the number 9 painted between his scrotum and his anus. That doesn't seem like a coincidence, so you take a mental note of it, as embarrassing of an entry into your mental notebook it may be. Alright, it's time to [[book it.|Week 4, Day 4 - Finally Fucking Done]]

/*IF YOU'RE CUM-ADDICTED THIS IS MANDATORY*/<<if $addiction gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>You're still lusting after that [[five-course dinner.|Week 4, Day 4 - Five Course Dinner]]\ \ /*STANDARD PATH, NON-ADDICTED*/<<else>><<if $stockingsused4 is 1>>Well... this sure changed the situation entirely. Now your legs aren't so cold anymore! That's one less thing to worry about. Enough with the jokes, you made your choice, now you'll have to decide what you want to do. [[Dive onto those cocks mouth first.|Week 4, Day 4 - Blowjobs]] [[Use your hands.|Week 4, Day 4 - Handjobs]] That still sounds safer.\ \ <<elseif $glassesused4 is 1>>It might not be the safest option or a huge help, but you think it's a pretty good idea to be wearing these in case one of those guys does aim high. It'd probably be most effective when you go for handjobs, you ponder, but blowjobs still aren't out of the question. Take your pick. [[Dive onto those cocks mouth first.|Week 4, Day 4 - Blowjobs]] [[Use your hands.|Week 4, Day 4 - Handjobs]] That still sounds safer.\ \ <<elseif $handcuffsused4 is 1>><<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.gold;You can't wait to use these! Let's go, go, [[goooo!|Week 4, Day 4 - Blowjobs]]@@<<else>>You've got no clue what to do with these... Maybe they'll be helpful? Still, you can tell they won't completely take care of the challenge for you, so what's it gonna be? Mouth or hands? [[Dive onto those cocks mouth first.|Week 4, Day 4 - Blowjobs]] [[Use your hands.|Week 4, Day 4 - Handjobs]] That still sounds safer.<<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>

You march some more, hoping to make some progress. After such a long day, your legs don't carry you much further. Soon, you collapse in a cosy little corner and [[rest.|Week 4, Day 5 - Morning]]

<<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 2>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>><<else>><<set $perversion += 1>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<endif>><<endif>><<set $horniness = 2>>Kneeling before the divider, your lowered perspective already makes your sex dripping wet. @@.gold;A lowered perspective for a lower creature.@@ To make the submission perfect, you close the handcuffs around your left wrist, thread your right hand through the other cuff, and close it by pressing it against your calf. You can see feet treading in one spot below the divider. The @@.gold;owner@@ of this magnificent cock seems a bit restless. You don't plan to waste time, especially not his. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-ay this slave worshi- your -erfect cock with her tongue?"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"May this slave worship your perfect cock with her tongue?"@@<<endif>> you beg politely. After a brief moment of silence, you get permission and can hardly restrain yourself, even in your current, restrained form. Perhaps a bit too eagerly, your tongue speeds forward towards the underside of this phallus like it's magnetically attracted to it. It's so beautiful, poetry even, the way you kneel before your betters and take them into your mouth. Up and down your pretty little head goes, your thick lips @@.gold;worshipping@@ the meat between them. This perspective is so delicious, so wonderfully appropriate for a @@.gold;fucktoy slave@@ like you. The sensations -- not merely sexual, but spiritual -- are overwhelming and the fire from the friction on your lips is rivalled only by the burning lust in your heart. Your tongue shoots all around @@.gold;Master@@'s meat, while your globe-shaped ass is bouncing on your heels. The taste, oh my, that taste... Before you even have time to accommodate your @@.gold;master@@ into your throat, another taste joins the first as He explodes suddenly, depositing His wonderful load all over your beautiful face. Relishing the heat and being @@.gold;put in your place@@, you don't even bother getting up, remaining just @@.gold;where you belong@@ and scoot over to the next gorgeous cock poking out. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.gold;"-ay this slave worshi- your -erfect cock with her tongue?"@@<<else>>@@.gold;"May this slave worship your perfect cock with her tongue?"@@<<endif>> <hr> Your loving @@.gold;master@@ thrusts in deeply, shooting you over the edge. Though it is a clear failing of your duties, you can't help yourself as you are pushed off your master's cock in orgasm, his load shooting all over your sexy, depraved, unworthy and prone body, twitching on the floor. <<if $throatclit is 1>>It's not entirely different from when you blew that guy with the truly enormous beast, who stimulated your throat so much you came just from deepthroating him.<<endif>> Your last @@.gold;owner@@ steps around you after crawling under the divider. He lifts you up, and his touch is almost enough to get you off once more... it definitely suffices to get your loins excited again. @@.gold;Master@@ kindly undoes your handcuffs with the keys lying around and slaps your beautiful ass playfully, sending you off. Not daring to defy him, you comply and [[leave the room|Week 4, Day 4 - Finally Fucking Done]] through the now open door.

So, you've prepared yourself. The only question that remains is how you're going to handle the challenge. <<if $horniness lt 5>>[[Run down the middle, as fast as you can.|Week 4, Day 3 - The Great Escape, Part 2]] [[Stay on the left, to be out of reach of one half of the arms.|Week 4, Day 3 - Get Fucked]]<<else>>Hmmm, that's hard, [[how about just staying a while?|Week 4, Day 3 - Get Fucked]] It feels real nice...<<endif>>

<<set $nameColour = 1>>Right after that clicking sound, you feel odd. A brief moment of clarity -- born out of shock -- immediately gives way to a familiar feeling. It's like your thoughts are slowing... like a @@.pink;fog@@ settling... but moments later, it's gone again. Regardless, you panic, venting your frustration at @@.bunny;Bunny@@. @@.pink;"What the hell? What is that fucking fog doing in my head again?@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ @@.pink;said chokers are supposed to suppress that! And why did you put that thing around me anyway? I followed all your instructions, I did everything you asked me to!"@@ @@.bunny;"@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.bunny;? Who's that?" Bunny@@ asks, clueless as ever, and completely ignoring the point. @@.pink;"The old guy,"@@ you briefly mutter. @@.bunny;"Oh, the one I sucked off in that parking lot?"@@ @@.pink;"N-no..."@@ @@.bunny;"The one who fucked me doggy in that alley?"@@ @@.pink;"I don't think--"@@ @@.bunny;"I know! The one who used the double-sided dildo to--"@@ @@.pink;"No,@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;, I'm fairly sure that wasn't@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ @@.pink;either."@@ @@.bunny;"Hmm,"@@ she contemplates. @@.bunny;"Don't know him then. Guess he musta been wrong about the choky, huh,"@@ she wisely deduces. @@.pink;"Um, yes, I suppose so."@@ Wait a second, you're supposed to be mad! Another week of this torture, she must be crazy to think you'll tolerate this. @@.pink;"But that's not the point! <em>Why</em>,@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;? Why will you not leave me alone? I have done nothing to you, and clearly I don't want this. Why do you force me to go through with this bullshit for another week?"@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ clearly doesn't like your tone, nor the words that accompany it. Her face scrunches up into a frown. Not a good sign... @@.bunny;"Listen, dummy, I'm trying to get you to have some fun. I don't get what you're talking about. 'I dun want thith, I dun want thith,'"@@ she's childishly imitating your still somewhat masculine voice. @@.bunny;"Then why is it that, whenever I turn around to see how you're doing, you got, like, a cock in your cooch?"@@ Her voice turns weirdly authoritative, and you're blushing crimson red at her accusation. Did you let yourself go that much? @@.bunny;"So you keep rep... um, re-pea-ting your dumb excuses, if you want. I wanted you to have some fun, and you totally proved that you need it. And all you do is scream at Bunny for it! You haven't even looked at your new choky yet,"@@ she moans, sitting down on the bed, staring at the wall, and looking a little like she might cry. Cruel as it may sound, your fate isn't exactly bright and shiny, so you have no quarrels admitting that her emotions matter little to you in this instant. However, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ was right about one thing; you don't even know what @@.pink;title@@ has been given to you for the next week. Apprehensively, you approach the mirror that already laid your fate bare before you a week ago. What destiny has it chosen for you today, and emblazoned over your shrinking Adam's Apple? [[FASHION QUEEN|Day 7 - On the Catfuck - SISTER][$fashionChoker = 1, $fashionStats = 1, $bimboStats = 0]] [[PLASTIC FUCKTOY|Day 7 - Fucking the Fucktoy - SISTER][$fucktoyChoker = 1, $fucktoyStats = 1, $bimboStats = 0]] <hr> <strong>NOTE</strong>: The Plastic Fucktoy path will be completed first. Choosing Fashion Queen will give you a sex scene (which is nearly identical to the one you get on the Plastic path) and the same explanation sequence that you get on the Plastic Fucktoy route. Author out.

<<set $date = "Week 4, Friday">>You've quite enough of your usual morning routine. It's hard to get some rest when you know you'll wake up to a stalking maid, hassling you about chokers and life as a maid, or how much she'd love you to do well at the maid trial so you two could work together, blablabla. Fed up with her bullshit, you just turn around without even opening your eyes and mumble, <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Good -orning, -arie. How are you on this -ine day?"@@<<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.fetish;"Good -orning, -arie. How are you on this -ine day?"@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Good morning, Marie. How are you on this fine day?"@@<<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.fetish;"Good morning, Marie. How are you on this fine day?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> For a moment, she is a little taken aback by your tone and sudden, rather unwelcoming greeting. Nonetheless, she thanks you as politely as always after a short silence, during which you sluggishly get up. @@.blue;"Thank you, I'm doing quite well. I suppose you know why I'm here?"@@ Sighing audibly, you nod your head. @@.blue;"Magnificent! I will tell you regardless."@@ Of course she will. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>Clearing her throat like she is about to give an important speech, she begins. @@.blue;"Okay, listen. I thought of a completely new angle on this. So you say you would be crazy to pick up the choker and so on, right? Right. Buuuut, what if I blew you?"@@ ... You wait for her to explain herself, but she just impatiently looks at you with raised eyebrows, excitedly awaiting a response. @@.cyan;"Uh, I don't--"@@ @@.blue;"<<if $penis is 0>>Oops, my bad! Looking at your equipment, my tongue is very much adept at servicing the female organ as well. Perks of both the choker and the job, you know? <<endif>>It's a simple question, really. You can either let me put that choker around your neck and feel these lips,"@@ she licks over them languidly, @@.blue;"between your legs, or you can go on with your day, blood rushing into your crotch as I can see it doing right now, and be frustrated and sore for the next few hours."@@ She does make for a convincing case... She's pouting her lips and cutely twists her body left and right, impatiently waiting for your response, and doubtlessly trying to influence it by playing with her hair. Those lips... you could get lost in them. Her whole body is so tight and perfect. @@.fetish;You could have a body like that too. Take the offer, you know you want to.@@ [[Yes, yes you do.|Week 4, Day 5 - Embrace It]] [[Refuse the choker another time.|Week 4, Day 5 - Deny It]]\ \ <<else>>She clears her throat. @@.blue;"Well, you've already been a@@ @@.fetish;good girl@@ @@.blue;and put on the choker, so all that's left for me to ask you is that you be a good maid too!"@@ That again... @@.blue;"Good luck today! Always remember how much fun it is to give in... But don't do it too much, you're cute just like this"@@ she blushes while she compliments you and nervously totters off out of sight. She thinks you're cute? Hold on, now she's getting to you, too! Let's just [[go on with the day.|Week 4, Day 5 - Another Door... Not]]<<endif>>

<<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<set $fetishStats = 1>><<set $week4Stats = 0>><<if $horniness gte 4>><<set $horniness -= 4>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<set $perversion = 1>><<set $perversion += Math.trunc($loads / 2)>>How can you decline an offer like <em>that</em>? Just look at that perfect body... You smile at her drunkenly, already <<if $penis is 1>>hard<<else>>quite wet down there<<endif>>, and she knows she has you. Your smile is reciprocated by her as she drops to her knees and <<if $superheroFetish is 1 and $tightClothes is 1>>pulls down your tight panties<<elseif $tightClothes is 1>>lifts up the skirt of your sexy dress<<elseif $superheroFetish is 1>>pulls down your panties<<else>>grabs your hips<<endif>>. Her hands on your ass cheeks already feel so delicate, so fantastic; you can't imagine what her lips are going to feel like on your sex. Besides her hands, the choker she carries also presses into your cheek, however, reminding you of @@.fetish;your reward@@-- the price you're paying. <<if $penis is 1>>@@.blue;Marie@@ looks up at you, grins and stretches out her tongue towards your crotch, teasing your slit. Fuck, that makes you sound like a gir-- <strong>GOD</strong>, that feels good... She's teasing you like crazy, and you reach behind your back to get support from the wall. You don't dare move an inch, her slight, delicate tickling feels better than any form of foreplay you knew about. You're grateful when she finally stops torturing you and plants a first wet kiss on your glans. Within moments, your shaft starts disappearing and reappearing in and from her warm, welcoming mouth. It's been so long since you last got a nice blowjob... @@.azure;although you developed terrific technique giving them.@@ You think the last one was actually by <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> and boy, that must have been some time ago. Your reverie is interrupted by the rotating head of @@.blue;Marie@@, whose tongue ecstatically glides over the side of your meat right now. The pressure in your shrunk balls feels more intense than usual, and you can tell @@.blue;Marie@@ is going to get her stomach filled in a moment. The maid fondles your balls lovingly and the resounding *click* that is heard through the hallway announces your orgasm, shooting your load behind @@.blue;Marie@@'s lips. Spurt after spurt exits you in a climax that doesn't seem to want to end. You've never seen something like this before. @@.blue;"I bestow that choker upon you in service of Mistress@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@@@.blue;,"@@ she declares.<<if $loads gte 2>> @@.blue;Marie@@ wipes her lips and grins at you. @@.blue;"You really thought we'd let you have sex throughout the facility without some drawbacks? We're not letting you off <em>that</em> easy. The choker detects how many orgasms you've had since Monday. Its calibration is a little weak, but you'll get your due, and it's going to be <em>exquisite</em>," she rejoices. Fuck.<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $penis is 0>>@@.blue;Marie@@ looks up at you, grins and stretches out her tongue towards your crotch, teasing your clit. Right away, you lose yourself and cry out more loudly than you had expected. Her delicate dabs at your pleasure button... they're so subtle, which somehow drives you so much wilder than rough fingerfucking could. Regardless, the slutty maid isn't shy. In a heartbeat, while all your perception was focussed on one very special spot, she takes you by surprise once again and pushes forward. Her tongue rolls over your kitty and disappears inside your slit, while her upper lip kisses your clitoris, starting to suck it. Penetration and suction work together to drive you mad. You must be wet enough down there to pose some danger for @@.blue;Marie@@ to drown. Undeterred, she keeps going at it and your climax quickly closes in on you. Accompanied by a loud, high-pitched squeak, your pent-up pressure releases itself as @@.blue;Marie@@ pushes her tongue inside you one last time and you squirt a considerable amount of fluids into your lover's face while a *click* resounds through the room. Breathing heavily for a few seconds, you try to get some muscle control back and actually focus your eyes on that beautiful mouth that just serviced you. @@.blue;"I bestow that choker upon you in service of Mistress@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@@@.blue;,"@@ she declares. <<if $loads gte 2>> @@.blue;Marie@@ wipes her lips and grins at you. @@.blue;"You really thought we'd let you have sex throughout the facility without some drawbacks? We're not letting you off <em>that</em> easy. The choker detects how many orgasms you've had since Monday. Its calibration is a little weak, but you'll get your due, and it's going to be <em>exquisite</em>," she rejoices. Fuck.<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> After a short while of the choker glowing, the sensations that are just now receding come back without warning, completely blanking your mind. Unable to move or to think, you must be stuck on the floor for a good few minutes until you gain back even a hint of motor control over your body. For every time you allowed yourself to surrender to the pleasure, the choker made you feel some more. @@.fetish;How kind! To think you resisted it for so long... What a naughty girl you are.@@ <<if $perversion gte 4>> @@.fetish;A naughty slut. Perhaps even more than that?@@<<endif>> Taking a few moments to cool down after that terrific <<if $penis is 1>>blowjob<<else>>cunnilingus<<endif>>, you're ready to [[start the day,|Week 4, Day 5 - Another Door... Not]] with a joyful jump in your every step that betrays the potential consequences of your actions. @@.blue;Marie@@ seems quite pleased as well and blows you a kiss as you trot off.

<<set $horniness += 1>>Her lovey-dovey demeanour flies out the window the moment you decline her offer. What's remarkable is the response she throws at you after a few seconds of gasping, completely unbelieving that you just turned her down. @@.blue;"Faggot,"@@ she says under her breath and turns on her heels. What? She stomps off out of sight without another word. You're pretty sure she took that one personally, or she wouldn't have cursed and stormed off like she did. This prison is getting a little too "soap opera" for you. Hoping she won't want to retaliate, you <<if $superheroFetish is 1 and $tightClothes is 1>>straighten your @@.fetish;sexy@@, constraining superheroine clothes, to no effect, due to their tightness<<elseif $tightClothes is 1>>straighten your incredibly tight and revealing pink leather cocktail dress, with little effect, since it's always perfectly tight over your @@.fetish;luscious@@ body<<elseif $superheroFetish is 1>>straighten your weird, @@.fetish;sexy@@ superheroine outfit<<else>>dust yourself off after sleeping on the floor, bouncing your magnificent chest around<<endif>> and [[go on with the day|Week 4, Day 5 - Another Door... Not]] before you get too caught up in touching yourself.

You're moving through so many linear corridors this week, the straightness of them are almost creating a sense of vertigo. Just how huge must this facility be? You wonder what their cover is for having such a large compound... Whatever it is, apparently it works well, unlucky for you. What's even worse is that you can't seem to find a door to open, like you did the other days. You're not even granted that little break from the monotony. <<if $number1 is 1>>Though you did see that weird guy with the number on his... person. Maybe it's a clue? There's definitely nothing resembling a "9", and the number doesn't hold any special significance to you. If it is a clue, perhaps it's just not complete yet. You'll keep an eye out.<<endif>> Anyway, you're almost running against the doorframe when suddenly [[the scenery changes|Week 4, Day 5 - Spirals are Friends]] into another challenge room.

The room is rather unassuming. So was <<if $penis is 0>>the dildo drill<<else>>lollicock<<endif>> room though, so be on your toes. It's mostly empty space, with some object in the middle that you can't quite identify yet. Actually, it looks a lot like a bicycle helmet. <<if $penis is 1 and $lucasAlly is 1>>Could this be... of course! Lucas mentioned a helmet-like contraption to be wary of. His advice was to close your eyes when it's on your head. Some more details would have been nice. You can't imagine it'll be that easy. Plus, he warned that it's been a while since he saw that project, so they may have expanded its functionality quite a bit since then.<<endif>> The conclusion is simple. They want you to put this on your head. Other questions remain. What will you do once it's on your head? Will you take precautions? Are there even any to take? As always, they may as well call them "Dillemma Rooms". The choice is up to you though. <<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1 or $glassesused5 is 1>>[[Just put the helmet on.|Week 4, Day 5 - Sunglasses]]\ <<else>><<if $penis is 1 and $lucasAlly is 1 and $brainDrain lte 5 and $perversion lte 5>>[[Put the helmet on backwards, ears held shut.|Week 4, Day 5 - Close Your Ears]] <<elseif $brainDrain lte 3 and $perversion lt 3>>[[Put the helmet on backwards, ears held shut.|Week 4, Day 5 - Close Your Ears]] <<endif>><<if $penis is 1 and $lucasAlly is 1>>[[Put the helmet on, eyes constantly closed.|Week 4, Day 5 - Close Your Eyes]] <<endif>>[[Put the helmet on.|Week 4, Day 5 - Normal Helmet]]<<endif>> [[Use an item.|Week 4, Day 5 - Item Use]]

<<set $number2 = 1>><<set $numbers += 1>><<set $horniness += 1>>An idea strikes you; why not just put the helmet on backwards? No doubt they have something nefarious built into that device, and you may just throw it off if you put it on the other way around. Simplistic plan, yes, but if it works, it'll be so much sweet. Without hesitation, you turn the plastic contraption around in your hands and set it on your head.<<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1 or $glassesused5 is 1>> Your sunglasses to get in the way, so you set them aside for now, stashing them between your knockers for later use.<<endif>> Surprisingly, the helmet's quite comfortable even backwards, and fits you without issue. Now, with your hands free, you take the extra precaution of pushing your index fingers against your ears while keeping your eyes shut, just in case. As if reading your thoughts, devices start ejecting themselves from the helmet's base. One of those starts connecting to the back of your skull, the other drops before your fingers, likely aiming at your ears but missing due to the helmet's misplacement. Seconds later, a faint pink hue can be seen on the back of the helmet as you open your eyes cautiously. Light is shining from the back of your head while distant, muffled sounds are entering your ears. They're trying to give you some sort of audio-visual show! Hah, looks like you dodged that bullet. Now that your eyes are open and the back of the helmet is lit up from the glow of the display behind you, you can actually see a number written on the back! It's a 9<<if $number1 is 1>>, just like the one written on that guy's crotch yesterday. It can't be a coincidence now<<endif>>. Weird. God, this takes forever. Since you're just sitting there with nothing to do, you occasionally doze off. When you do, your fingers do little to keep your ears shut, letting through some quiet promises of sexual ecstasy that are more than enough to get this new body of yours riled up a bit. It's nothing that will have a signifcant lasting effect though. Finally, the presentation seems to finish. You can take the helmet off now. When you do, you're immediately startled by a tall man, standing naked in front of you, making you recoil to the other end of the room. Oddly enough, he doesn't follow you. Actually, he doesn't do anything at all, he barely even blinks. Carefully, you make your way over to him. Poking him on the temple does nothing but make him frown briefly. The weird metal circlet he's wearing just gives off a metallic clang. It looks like an iron laurel wreath, what a weird device. Tugging on his dick, however, makes him emit a loud, animal moan, startling you. So many of the transformations you've seen -- including your own -- were scary, but this potential fate is downright horrifying. It saddens you that there's nothing you can do for him. Maybe, hopefully, someday, you can. Leaving the husk behind, you breathe a sigh of relief that you got through today's challenge without a scratch. It doesn't look like you'll come up on another task, so you make your camp in one of the many corners once [[you get tired.|Week 4, Day 6 - Good Morning]]

Alright, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ told you, keep your eyes closed and you should be mostly safe. You sure hope he was right. The helmet easily fits your head, even with your new, thick mane of hair. For a few moments, nothing happens and your mind starts to run wild what this thing may already be doing without you noticing. Then, it becomes obvious what it wants to do. Something pops out from the front, hovering before your eyes, which you dare not open. After a few more seconds, a pink glow is shining through your eyelids, like from a tinted lightbulb or a screen. Shortly thereafter, the ordeal is amplified by a pair of headphones dropping over your ears. Immediately, they start chanting beautiful messages to you. Messages of @@.gold;bliss@@, @@.gold;happiness@@ and @@.gold;obedience@@. <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.gold;$firstname... $firstname is obedient. $firstname wanna watch more...@@ [[More...|Week 4, Day 5 - Keep the Helmet]]\ <<elseif $horniness gte 5>>God, your libido is in overdrive. @@.gold;Obedience is joy, servitude is life. Good girls get rewarded. Good girls keep watching.@@ [[N-need my r-reward.|Week 4, Day 5 - Keep the Helmet]]\ <<else>> Things are escalating fast. A few more seconds and you won't be able to resist anymore; you won't @@.gold;want@@ to resist. This is your last chance. You notice that the helmet doesn't have a chin strap. You might be able to tear it off and get rid of it that way. Do you try? [[Try to take off the helmet.|Week 4, Day 5 - Take All Off]] [[B-but the nice voice begs me to stay.|Week 4, Day 5 - Keep the Helmet]] You can't leave her alone!<<endif>>

Well, this isn't too hard a challenge, you've put on a bicycle helmet before. Grabbing the thing, you plop it on your head<<if $lubeused5 is 1>>, where it sticks a little with a wet noise,<<endif>> and wait for the door to open. Doesn't budge, though, that would've been too nice. <<if $handcuffsused5 is 1>>After the helmet's on, you click the handcuffs behind your back, restraining yourself. You're still not sure exactly <em>why</em>, but then again, why not? @@.gold;Exactly.@@<<endif>> Without warning, a visor falls down in front of you, covering your eyes. Okay, stay calm, nothing happened yet, it's just a plastic blindfold, that's all. Just when you think that, an apparently inbuilt display springs to life, assaulting you with different shades of pink.<<if $tightclothes is 1>> Whoa, it's almost as pretty as the one two days ago...<<endif>> Okay, this could mean bad news to you. Maybe staying calm isn't the way to go, a quick reaction is called for. Momentarily, headphones pop out of the helmet and fix themselves over your ears. Sounds like you do have to make a choice fast, it's already telling you how there's no need to rush, no need to worry... @@.gold;Yes, no need...@@ What'll it be? [[Keep the helmet on.|Week 4, Day 5 - Keep the Helmet]] The patterns are soooo relaxing, a little rest would be nice. [[Try to tear it off fast.|Week 4, Day 5 - Take All Off]] <em>No</em>, don't look at them! Focus!

Your items: <<if $lube is 1>>[[Lube|Week 4, Day 5 - Item Choice][$lube = 0, $lubeused5 = 1]] - Uhh, is your head really that big? @@.pink;Well, it's mostly empty, but, you know, lube never hurt anybody!@@ <<endif>><<if $stockings is 1>>[[Stockings|Week 4, Day 5 - Item Choice][$stockings = 0, $stockingsused5 = 1]] - It's sure gonna make you look prettier. @@.fetish;It's decided then!@@ <<endif>><<if $glasses is 1>>[[Sunglasses|Week 4, Day 5 - Item Choice][$glasses = 0, $glassesused5 = 1]] - If something comes out of the helmet and towards your eyes, this may be helpful, actually. <<endif>><<if $handcuffs is 1>>[[Handcuffs|Week 4, Day 5 - Item Choice][$handcuffs = 0, $handcuffsused5 = 1]] - Freeze, <em>Helmet</em>, you're under arrest! Seriously, what good is this going to do? <<endif>><<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1>>[[Take off Sunglasses|Week 4, Day 5 - Item Choice][$glasses = 1, $glassesused31 = 0, $glassesused32 = 0, $glassesused4 = 0, $glassesused5 = 0]] Wait, you want to take those off? Hey, it's your call.<<endif>>\ \ <<if $lube is 0 and $stockings is 0 and $glasses is 0 and $handcuffs is 0>><em>Your inventory is as empty as your head, you silly bitch!</em><<endif>> <<back>>

<<if $lubeused5 is 1>>Alright, your head is lubed up and ready to go! You felt a bit silly smearing lubricant in your hair, but with these creepy challenges, you never know what might work in the end. @@.pink;At least you're prepared for a good skullfuck!@@<<elseif $handcuffsused5 is 1>>Not really having anything else to cuff, you restrain your hands behind your back. Perfect. @@.gold;Just perfect.@@ <<endif>><<if $stockingsused31 is 1 or $stockingsused32 is 1 or $stockingsused4 is 1 or $stockingsused5 is 1>>You're wearing a pair of sexy fishnet stockings that go all the way up to your mid-thigh and really accentuate your long, slender legs. If your aim is to tempt any man in your vicinity, you won't run into any troubles.\ <<elseif $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1 or $glassesused5 is 1>>God, these sunglasses are still trashy, you look like some trophy wife, doting around her hubby and sucking his cock on weekends for a cute designer purse. @@.fetish;Vivid imagination there. Give it some time and it'll work itself out.@@ Anyway, hopefully it'll be some use. <<endif>>So, now that you've picked your items, what's it gonna be? <<if $glassesused31 is 1 or $glassesused32 is 1 or $glassesused4 is 1 or $glassesused5 is 1>>[[Just put the helmet on.|Week 4, Day 5 - Sunglasses]]\ <<else>><<if $penis is 1 and $lucasAlly is 1 and $brainDrain lte 4 and $perversion lte 4>>[[Put the helmet on backwards, ears held shut.|Week 4, Day 5 - Close Your Ears]]<<elseif $brainDrain lte 3 and $perversion lt 3>>[[Put the helmet on backwards, ears held shut.|Week 4, Day 5 - Close Your Ears]] <<endif>><<if $penis is 1 and $lucasAlly is 1>>[[Put the helmet on, eyes constantly closed.|Week 4, Day 5 - Close Your Eyes]] <<endif>>[[Put the helmet on.|Week 4, Day 5 - Normal Helmet]]<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 4, Saturday">>Waking up from your slumber is much more difficult than usual. Your odyssey through this modern architecture labyrinth is insanely tiring. Nonetheless, if you want it to end, you have to move on. Seeing two black pumps before you as you open your eyes, you can't even muster a snarky comment anymore. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.blue;"Good morning sleepyhead," Marie@@ greets you with harshness in her voice. @@.blue;"I hope you had a <em>very</em> restful night. I sure didn't!"@@ She goes on for at least ten minutes, complaining about all the trouble you caused her. Is her uniform different? @@.blue;"Anyway, that's why I dearly hope that you slept so very tightly. Anything to say?"@@ Not really, no, and you don't think she likes that. @@.blue;"Well, guess what, you're <em>not</em> getting an offer for a choker today."@@ Score! @@.blue;"Not so funny to mess with the maid now, is it? Try getting through the remaining days without one. I'll tell you right now it won't be a lot of fun. Today's also the day of the maid trial. I hope you get dicked sideways and score low regardless. I don't want to see you ever again!"@@ With that, she tries to rush away hurriedly, wiping away a tear. You feel bad for her, mainly because she's actually limping quite badly and her new, much shorter, skirt reveals a rather swollen asshole. So that's what she meant by "messing with the maid". Poor woman... In your defense, she did try to put mind- and body-controlling jewelry around your neck, so resisting her advances can't really be blamed on you. Still, you wish you hadn't hurt her like that, you know she can't help but try to enslave you, being a slave herself. At least this little encounter spared you from having to decline her offer another time. [[Let's go.|Week 4, Day 6 - Corridor Goodness]]\ \ <<else>>@@.blue;"Good morning honey!"@@ a cheerful voice and a beaming smile greet you. @@.blue;"C'moooon, don't be a slouch! Get uuuuuup,"@@ she cutely wrestles with you. You give in and let her pull you up, you know you have work to do. @@.blue;"Guess what?"@@ You're clueless, so you just shrug. She can't wait for an answer anyway, bobbing from one foot to the other excitedly. @@.blue;"MAID TRIIIIAAAAL!"@@ is all she can exclaim with a shrill voice that wakes you up faster than black coffee. @@.fetish;"So today's the day, huh?"@@ you ask. She obviously holds this ceremony in very high regard and agrees momentarily. @@.blue;"Yup, that's right! Okay, you need some basics. First of all, you don't say no to a Master. Second of all, every man is your Master. Mistress and higher-ranking officials are special cases, but you don't disagree with a man. Third, always curtsey when you greet someone or take an order for someone. Fourth, a morning blowjob never hurt anyone! Fifth, after Mistress and your Masters, your uniform is your God. The aprons may look functional, but their deep cut should tell you everything about their real purpose. If there's a smudge on your uniform, you go naked before you run around in a dirty uniform. A maid has many duties that come and go as required, but she is always eye candy at whatever service she currently performs." "That should about cover it. Being a maid's really tough, but it's also the best job ever. I think you have real talent for it, and with those instructions, you should do fine. Oh, and don't forget to squeeze your boobies together a lot. Bye!"@@ Jesus, this imminent challenge has made a bubbly airheaded slut out of a composed, elegant, if sluttily dressed, maid. Her uniform looks skimpier too, her shapely ass bounces away in perfect view. You have a good idea what her reward for turning you was. So you've got the maid trial to look forward to. At least that gives you an idea of what to expect today. You have to admit that her enthusiasm is kind of infectious as well. Anyway, let's [[start the day.|Week 4, Day 6 - Corridor Goodness]]<<endif>>

<<set $hypnosis = 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 3>><<set $horniness += 2>><<else>><<set $perversion += 2>><<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>>Yeah, of course, that's much better. Why stress out about everything all the time? That's not healthy, that's paranoia. The pretty screen just said so too, which means you're not the only one who thinks that. Maybe look at it a while longer, it seems to know some pretty useful things. Just read, listen and @@.gold;believe@@. So much information is flooding your @@.gold;tiny subby girl brain@@ that it's hard to keep track off. So many different tops that expose your body to men. It may be your body, but really, it belongs to them. They're allowed to do anything they want to you and you'll enjoy it. Like, duh! You wish they did that more often. They won't use you just like that though. They won't? No, you have to keep yourself pretty every waking second. Hmm, that makes sense. Men only like pretty girls. What they like even more though is slutty girls. Ooh yes, that's true! Showing boys my boobies always gets me some cock when I need it. That is a bit selfish though, now that the smart screen reminds you. You can't just show off your boobs when you feel like it. That'd be incosi-- imconsis-- really mean! Instead, your boobs should always be as visible as possible without being sent to jail for it. You can see the reason in that, it's common courtesy really. You shouldn't hide your titties from the boys that own them. As that thought settles in deeply, <em>very</em> deeply, something plugs into your nose, and shortly thereafter into your mouth too. For a moment, you can't breathe and are about to spit the mouthpiece out, but then a sudden gust of air is blown out the new @@.gold;thingies@@. It's thick and hard to get down your airways, but it tastes real sweet! So sweet in fact that you're relaxing, like, at least five times more than you already did. Whoa, you're almost falling asleep here... you kinda feel asleep, but your eyes are open. They're still watching the screen, but you can't read what it says. You can't hear what the headphones tell you either, but you know you @@.gold;understand@@. Breathing in all the @@.gold;good@@ air, all the lessons from the pretty screen and lovely headphones stop going through a thought process; they just <em>go</em>. <em>@@.gold;Cocksleeve, fuckdoll, sextoy, whore, cocksleeve, slut, cumdump, cocksleeve, dickslave, <<if $penis is 1>>sissy bitch<<else>>cock vacuum<<endif>>.@@</em> These terms float across the screen and your brain, for a timespan you couldn't define if you wanted to. It must've been some time though, since when you gain back some thought -- @@.gold;boring!@@ -- you don't feel anything in your mouth or nose, though the screen is still there. Sadly, there aren't any nice words on it confirming that you're a playtoy for men. You know it's true, but it's still nice hearing and reading it. Suddenly, the screen switches scenes. There's nothing pretty and pink anymore. Instead, the single most beautiful thing appears in front of you, a nice juicy cock, already at attention. Naturally, your first instinct is to blush, the second to @@.gold;get wet@@, the third to lean forward. Your lips spread, as they do so often and readily, welcoming the cock inside your warm mouth. The beautiful man emits a deep, manly moan upon contact with your incredible lips. <em>@@.gold;He loves you. He needs you. Care for him.@@</em> Starting at the bottom of his shaft, you trace your tongue languidly up the underside of his cock. Once you reach the glans, you tickle it playfully with your tongue before planting a soft, loving kiss on it. <em>@@.gold;He's a strong, perfect man. Serve men. Serve him.@@</em> Motivated by his continuous moans, you interpret them as an order to continue. Not wanting to disappoint a strong, perfect man, you start taking him into your mouth in earnest. You lick the entire upper half of his magnificent dick until it's slippery and warm. <em>@@.gold;Take him whole. Don't dare to gag. Be the perfect <strong>cocksleeve</strong>.@@</em> A switch flicks inside your head. Your limbs go numb, everything goes numb. Your throat especially. Nothing happens for a while. Your heart is racing. Are you not doing well? Are you not the perfect <strong>@@.gold;cocksleeve@@</strong>? Worries spread with every second that your throat is without cock. Then, finally, after an excruciating half minute or so, the wonderful man starts gyrating his hips. Every thrust takes his meat its full ten inches down your throat, resistance only pressing in from the sides for his massaging pleasure, like a good <strong>@@.gold;cocksleeve@@</strong>. Speaking of pleasure, every thrust of his also happens to give you an orgasm. Yes, every single one. The deeper his cock reaches, the stronger your climax. Such is the wonderful life of a <strong>@@.gold;cocksleeve@@</strong>. Pure joy, happiness, bliss, as long as she can find cocks to house in her throat. It gives her purpose, it gives her pleasure. Nothing could be more fulfilling than finding the biggest cocks to service on her knees, as she does now. Lost in prayer and her fiftieth orgasm, she doesn't even notice each individual thrust anymore. Not that she had much sensory response to begin with. When the handsome man easily ejaculates a month's worth of semen into her stomach, she is shaken out of her reverie however, only to lose consciousness five seconds later, overtaken by the pleasure. The world still has much to offer to this rookie <strong>@@.gold;cocksleeve@@</strong>. <hr> Your eyes start to open, groggily. Well, that's not quite accurate, they're already open, but you can't really see. Your sight is what you regain, not control over your eyelids. One after the other, your senses start returning to you. Something's plugging up your nose. And there's something in your mouth too, though that moves quite fast. Panic sets in as you understand that you're currently sucking a dick, @@.gold;as you're meant to@@, but you find the panic doesn't help. Your motor functions are as unavailable to you as before, and only very slowly do you feel your fingertips again. As your eyesight restores itself, you see the cock you're sucking, with floating words and instructions racing across the screen. You must still be wearing the helmet. Yeah, now that you notice it, and wake up further, you hear the instructions echo in your ears as well. It takes a few minutes more to get control of your body, and your first reaction is to back off the dick that's raping your throat, of course. With a loud pop and subsequent gasp, you retreat from your @@.gold;wonderful, perfect@@ assailant. He doesn't follow you, @@.gold;sadly@@. Immediately, your hands reach up to the helmet, its weird noseplug exiting your nostrils, allowing you to take that thing off finally<<if $lubeused5 is 1>>, your hair sweaty enough to have diluted the lube<<endif>>. You see the door out of the room is already open and you wonder how much time you wasted here. At least nothing too bad happened to you, you think to yourself [[as you leave to have some rest|Week 4, Day 6 - Good Morning]], oblivious to the trail of sex fluids you draw behind you.

No way, who knows what this thing will do to you! At the very least, you have to try getting rid of it.\ \ <<if $handcuffsused5 is 1>>Your arms raise up to grab the plastic machine firmly, or at least they would, if you hadn't wisely cuffed them behind your back. Panicked, you try to grab the key, but really, you just want to relax. That was your original plan, and you should stick with it. Four weeks of hard work, you deserve a little rest, [[watching pretty spirals.|Week 4, Day 5 - Keep the Helmet]]\ <<elseif $lubeused5 is 1>>Your arms rise up to grab the plastic device firmly. Pulling on it with as much force as you'd need to normally take off a bicycle helmet, you flinch at the pain. The lube you used dried out and is now stickier than it is slippery, you're sure you pulled out a hair or two. Shit shit shit, you spit in your hands, hoping the lube is water-based and rub saliva in your hair to get it slippery again but honestly, what are you doing, silly? Frantically rubbing your hair? For what? To get a helmet off? Come on, four weeks you worried and panicked, sounds like you have a bit of a nervous streak. Even the screen says so! Maybe you did overdo it a little. It's never too late to get a little rest though, so strap in and [[watch the pretty, swirly colours, sweetie.|Week 4, Day 5 - Keep the Helmet]]\ <<elseif $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>This is trouble in the making. You plan to stop it, so your arms speed upwards, grabbing hold of the device and lifting it slightly when the screen catches your eyes again. Words flash and disappear in quick succession. Similarly, memories flash into your brain vividly, replaying themselves before your eyes. Memories of you submitting your body to your clients, being their desperate, needy whore. You fulfilled their every sexual fantasy for no reward of your own. Because obedience is its own reward. You can feel like that again. Forever. Just [[watch the pretty colours|Week 4, Day 5 - Keep the Helmet]], you desperate, wet slut.\ <<elseif $horniness gte 5>>If you let this happen, who knows what they'll do to you. Fearing those odds, your hands race up to grab the helmet with twitching, sweaty fingers. Adding to your tension, they slip off when you try to raise the plastic device. As you go for a second pathetic attempt, the screen speaks to you. Or at least you thought there were some words on there, but they're gone when you look closer. That's weird, maybe you need to concentrate more. Just sit there and [[concentrate on the beautiful, lovely display.|Week 4, Day 5 - Keep the Helmet]] /*SUCCESSFUL PATH*/<<else>><<set $number2 = 1>><<set $numbers += 1>><<if $penis is 1 and $lucasAlly is 1>><<set $horniness += 2>><<else>><<set $horniness += 3>><<endif>>Before that thing can do whatever it does -- you honestly don't even want to think about it -- your hands race up and snatch the thing off your head. You'd be overjoyed, if there wasn't a naked man standing right in front of you. Screaming, you recoil to the other end of the room. He doesn't follow you. Actually, he doesn't do anything at all, he barely even blinks. Carefully, you make your way over to him. Poking him on the temple does nothing but make him frown briefly. The weird metal circlet he's wearing just gives off a metallic clang. It looks like an iron laurel wreath, what a weird device. Tugging on his dick, however, makes him emit a loud, animal moan, startling you. So many of the transformations you've seen -- including your own -- were scary, but this potential fate is downright horrifying. It saddens you that there's nothing you can do for him. Maybe someday, you can. For today, you're glad to have escaped your predicament, even if it left a mark on you. You dread to think what could've happened if you had sat there for a full minute, if 5 seconds of exposure could do this much to stir your loins. Who knows how long you would've stayed here if it had taken you a whole minute? Whether you -- the person that you are now -- would have exited that device at all. Scary thoughts. Better to just head off. All's well that ends-- wait, the back of the helmet says something. There's a "9" printed on the back of it<<if $number1 is 1>>, just like that guy below his crotch yesterday<<endif>>. That's weird, better remember that. The helmet seems to slowly turn itself off, too... and the door hasn't opened yet, now that you think of it. Before it goes completely dead, you drop it on the stiff guy's head and the device stays on that way. He doesn't react, predictably. After a few more minutes, the door opens and you're free to go. Quite a close call, don't [[need anymore of those.|Week 4, Day 6 - Good Morning]] Good night.<<endif>>

<<set $number2 = 1>><<set $numbers += 1>><<if $horniness gte 1>><<set $horniness -= 1>><<endif>>Plopping the helmet on your head, you're wary of what could appear. Letting your eyes bounce from left to right turns out to be futile when a piece of plastic ejects from the helmet, coming down right in front of your face. That was close, it nearly knocked down your sunglasses. Now that it's down and you've adjusted to it, it's surprisingly roomy and comfortable though. Mere seconds later, the plastic wall suddenly shines bright... something. It's really hard making out colours through your tinted glasses. Some words swirl across what turns out to be a small display, only a few inches diagonally. What is this shit? Is this supposed to do something to you? As if in response to your surprise, you feel your ears get covered and sealed tightly by headphones that start speaking to you right away. They tell tales of submitting to cock, of always kneeling before superiors; they go on and on. Honestly, you have to try hard not to laugh with how ridiculous this all sounds. <<if $obedience gte 5>>@@.gold;Besides, you know all about the pleasures of kneeling already.@@<<endif>> Once you feel safe, the helmet again starts to fold out more devices from it. You can't really tell what that was supposed to do, though. It seemed like it went for your nose, maybe your mouth, but it bumped against the bottom of your really trashy<<if $brainDrain gte 5>> -- @@.pink;hmmm, just like you@@ --<<endif>> sunglasses and popped back up. Compared to the range of equipment present at The Corporation, this seems almost like a joke. Alas, it is not, and the various attachments to the helmet start disappearing back inside after a rather lengthy, amusing session.<<if $horniness gte 1>> It was so entertainingly bad that you find your libido cooling down slightly.<<endif>> However, you're not home free as a huge suddenly cock dangles before your face, startling you backwards. The man doesn't follow you though. Actually, he doesn't do anything at all, he barely even blinks. Carefully, you make your way over to him. Poking him on the temple does nothing but make him frown briefly. Tugging on his dick, however, makes him emit a loud, animal moan, making you jump again. So many of the transformations you've seen -- including your own -- were scary, but this potential fate is downright horrifying. It saddens you that there's nothing you can do for him. Maybe someday, you can. For now, keeping yourself safe is a victory you'll take. One step at a-- wait, the back of the helmet says something. There's a "9" printed on the back of it<<if $number1 is 1>>, just like that guy below his crotch yesterday<<endif>>. That's weird, better remember that. The door has already opened, so [[you're free to get some rest|Week 4, Day 6 - Good Morning]], after a short trek through more hallway madness. Good night.

You're not quite done yet. As you're pulled through the door of the girl you chose -- or had to choose -- you're met with an odd sight. The girl you picked stands next to a pole, smiling at you and waiting. That weird pole seemed to be used to measure height. At some intervals, there are little post-it notes at different heights. One post-it note is exactly at the top of your head if you run straight into the pole. The others go all over the place. Your alter ego is still just standing there, smiling vapidly at you. This dream is so creepy, did they give you LSD to knock you out, or what? Anyway, in this creepy dream logic, it seems like the post-it notes correspond to milestones in human height. Maybe you should just pick your favourite? [[You like the height you have now.|Week 4, Day 1 - Arrival]] [[5 ft, 7 in|Week 4, Day 1 - Arrival][$height = 6]] That's the highest there is, and you probably couldn't reach much farther anyway. [[5 ft, 5 in|Week 4, Day 1 - Arrival][$height = 8]] [[5 ft, 2 in|Week 4, Day 1 - Arrival][$height = 11]] [[5 ft|Week 4, Day 1 - Arrival][$height = 13]] [[4 ft, 10 in|Week 4, Day 1 - Arrival][$height = 15]] Whoat, that's tiny! @@.gold;Tiny is cute...@@

Man, these corridors are starting to get psychedelic. As straight as they are, they start appearing all curvy and colourful when you've walked through, like, fifty of them in what you presume to be less than a week. It's been a while since you last saw one of those "storage" doors, too. Sadly, that trend continues; no special doors here. You do get to one that leads you into a <<if $lactation is 1>>[[challenge room|Week 4, Day 6 - Lactation Trap]]<<else>>[[challenge room|Week 4, Day 6 - Maid Trial]]<<endif>> though.

Entering the room, you're surprised how sparsely furnished it is. Not that the other rooms were exquisite penthouse suites, but what was in them at least was solidly built in most cases. This one has nothing but what looks like two suction cups, connected via thin tubes to a bottle, sitting on scales, which are encased by a transparent, sturdy box. <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>Only after you said it out loud in your head do you realise how obviously this is the lactation construction that @@.lucas;Lucas@@ was talking about. You feel a little dumb, but at the same time relieved that the mechanism looks as flimsy as your ally has described it.<<endif>> Next to the scales inside the box seems to be a little engine, likely providing the suction. The only way to get fluids into that bottle is through those two cups; and you can imagine what those are meant to connect to. You heft your puppies, massaging them gently. It's been a while since you had a good milking... Shaking your head, you concentrate on the problem at hand. Ideally, you'd just press down on the scales. It's a primitive construction to say the least, but at least this trick they anticipated. The glass box encasing the scales and the bottle is bolted to the floor, and similarly fastened around the two thin tubes leading inside. You won't get to it that way<<if $lucasAlly is 1>>, but of course you know you have the option of adding other bodily fluids to the mix<<endif>>. So, what do you do? <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[Spit and pee inside.|Week 4, Day 6 - Peeing]] It'll take a while, but at least you should be moderately safe. <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1 and $perversion lt 5>>[[Spit and pee inside.|Week 4, Day 6 - Peeing]] It'll take a while, but at least you should be moderately safe. <<elseif $fetishChoker is 0 and $brainDrain lt 5>>[[Spit and pee inside.|Week 4, Day 6 - Peeing]] It'll take a while, but at least you should be moderately safe. <<endif>>[[Surrender your udders to the milkers.|Week 4, Day 6 - Surrendering]] @@.pink;Dear lord, you can't wait.@@ <<if $lube is 1 or $stockings is 1 or $glasses is 1 or $handcuffs is 1>>You do have some items, but you can't think of any practical use for them here, so you'll pass.<<endif>>

<<if $lactation is 1>>There actually aren't that many hallways until you're met with another door, asking you inside. And here you hoped you could avoid another challenge.<<else>>Here you are, finally arriving at today's challenge. You're cautiously optimistic that you've learned enough over the course of the week to master this one.<<endif>> Stepping through the entrance, you're immediately greeted by a man sitting on a chair to the right, in front of a wooden dinner table. @@.blue;"There you are, right on time!"@@ He looks you over, a bit puzzled. @@.blue;"I see you aren't in uniform yet. Well,"@@ he claps once, @@.blue;"even better. I was told there is a spare in the closet."@@ He points to a wardrobe on the far end of the room, right next to a bed. You move over to the wardrobe the man indicated. He goes to sit down at the table, seemingly eyeing your movements. You open the double doors of the closet. This is so typical. You take the coathanger plus the outfit it's holding and move over to the bed in the opposite corner of the room. Before you lay the outfit out on the mattress, you give the man a questioning glance. Still, he's fixing you with an interested stare, nodding permissively. He told you to get dressed, but makes no move to look anywhere else. <<if $tightClothes is 0 and $superheroFetish is 0>>Well, you're naked already, so what difference does it make?<<endif>> Knowing that he's going to enjoy the show, you see no choice but to change into the outfit before you.<<if $tightClothes is 1 or $superheroFetish is 1>> That means you have to undress first, which actually works, to your surprise! You're glad to finally be rid of these clothes, though you start to miss them the moment you stand there, naked.<<endif>> Well, you figure the garter belt comes first, and the panties after that. The panties and garter belt don't have many very obvious features. Sure, the thong hides very little and is finely crafted black lace, but-- hold on, how do you even know that? Or how to put on a garter belt? Likely knowing the answer to both questions and anticipating they would freak you the fuck out, you don't pursue that line of questioning any further. The garter belt holds up tight, thigh-high stockings that are just as white as the belt itself. Your legs look alluringly long, despite your diminutive height in your new body. Their blemishes are also covered up and look flawless through the semi-transparent silk. There's no bra, though the top isn't much more than that. You're given something that exposes your entire belly and has no sleeves; it looks a little like a sports bra or a very short crop top. What's more, it has a lewd, suggestive fishnet pattern. It's very fine though, not like stripper fishnets with gigantic holes. It's like a micro-pattern, and made from such soft material that you almost don't feel the countless tiny holes your boobs are pressing against. Visually though, it shows its effects most impressively. Honestly, you felt more covered up when you were naked a second ago. The man in the other corner of the room seems to approve. Nearly finishing your outfit, you grab the miniskirt, which is a deep black with white ruffles on the lower end. It's also extremely tight -- as you would expect from a miniskirt -- hugging your thighs so closely that it actually pushes them together when you walk. The skirt does nothing to hide the lower half of your shapely ass; nor does it conceal your garter belt above. Lastly, there are three small accessories lying on the bed. Two of them are tiny white, frilly cuffs with a black band wrapping around it to fasten it to your wrists in a cute bow. You slip them over your wrists as intended, where they tickle your arms and hands a little. The other object looks very similar, but is twice as large. You figure this one is supposed to go around your neck. Suspicious towards fastening accessories around that part of your body, you take a deep breath and slip the frilly maid's choker <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>around your neck<<else>>over your @@.fetish;Fetish Slut@@ one<<endif>>. /*HIGH OBEDIENCE MEANS MORE POINTS*/Once you're done, the man grins from ear to ear. He doesn't wait a second to wave you over. Once you're standing in front of him, he just leans back in his chair and twirls his finger around in the air. You understand his intentions and comply. Blushing a deep red, you turn around, shyly straightening what little clothes you're wearing, presenting yourself to this man. <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $points += 1>>Instinctively, your presenting yourself becomes a need that burns brightly in your heart. Without a second thought, your movements become much more sensual, and as you're facing away from the man, you bend over at the waist, surely exposing your dainty panties and puffy pussy. The man is visibly pleased, as well as aroused.<<endif>> @@.blue;"Excellent!"@@ he exclaims once you've done a full 360Â° spin. @@.blue;"Let's get this show on the road then."@@ You prepare yourself for [[the challenge to come.|Week 4, Day 6 - Maid Trial Starto]]

<<set $pee = 1>>Fortunately, your bladder is already begging for attention, so you have no trouble passing right away. Standing over it, you do your best to aim carefully <<if $penis is 1>>with your rather diminutive penis<<else>>with your new pussy; peeing like this still feels so alien and weird<<endif>>. You manage to get most of it inside with no issue whatsoever, but the door won't budge. Checking up on your progress, you note that the bottle below is hardly even half full, which explains the lack of a reaction. What's left to do then but to fill it up with saliva? Bending over it, you start drooling as much as you can, but quickly find it more exhausting than you'd thought. Looking at the bottle again, you find that after an hour of effort, you've now reached just over half the bottle's maximum volume. This is impossible. If you can't fill it with urine again, you'll be here forever. That gives you an idea. You almost always have to go to the toilet after a nap. Since there's nothing to drink in the vicinity -- the challenge rooms never had any fountains, unlike most hallways -- that's practically the only thing you can think of as a solution except mindlessly sitting here and praying for your bladder to fill. <hr> Rubbing your eyes, you find release in needing release; in other words, your bladder calls for attention seconds after waking up. So much for this part of the plan. Once again, you crouch over the weird contraption and empty yourself into it. Almost to the millilitre, you fill up the bottle with your fluids and within moments. The door opens! Not a pretty solution, but you'll take it. [[Rushing through the door|Week 4, Day 6 - Maid Trial (Late)]], you hope this was the only challenge for today.

<<set $loads += 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<endif>><<if $horniness gte 1>><<set $horniness -= 1>><<endif>>Still holding your breasts in your hands, you marvel at them. How could they become so heavy by just a week or two's worth of milk? Pressing down on your right nipple already ejects a surprise stream of translucent liquid, making you squeal. This is long overdue, you realise. With little hesitation, but great care, you heave your massive mammary glands into the appropriate suction cups. Immediately, they spring to life, drawing your breasts closer and tighter. Once the air is drawn out of the cups and there's only titflesh to be pulled down, you moan at the sudden pressure and subsequent milking. You're still so unfamiliar with your milky tits that you're surprised how much fluids they can hold. You expected this to be over in five minutes, but at least twice as much time must have passed by now. The machine shows no signs of slowing down. Along with the pleasure, you feel a pang of humiliation. It has not passed you by that the cups suck your teats in an alternating rhythm; pulling the left, releasing the left, pulling the right, releasing the right. The sensation reminds you have old cartoons, where a farmer would pull one teat with his left, then the other with his right. Of course, he would do it with cows, not with yo@@.fetish;oooooouuuuu@@. God, this feels so good. Your constant moans have left your throat a little sore, but at the same time you can't stop your voice from coming out, now much deeper. @@.fetish;"OOOOOOOOooooooooh... OOOOOOoooh... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooh..."@@ Your tongue is lolling out of your mouth as you emit these primitive grunts. After what seems like an eternity, yet way too short, the suction cups deactivate with as little ceremony as when they turned on. Letting out an annoyed squeal, you sit down on your butt and look at the bottle. As you suspected, it's full to the brim with milk. The door ahead of you opens. Still unsatisfied, you move back to your knees and deposit your @@.fetish;udders@@ in the cups once again, to no effect. Moaning in disappointment, you get up and kick the glass box, hoping to tip over the bottle, but to no avail. The box is too large to even touch the bottle in the slightest, and you'd really prefer not having a thousand glass shards stuck in your soles from kicking the thing too hard. Left with no option other than to accept what you got, you [[leave the room|Week 4, Day 6 - Maid Trial]] and see what else awaits you today, if anything.

<<set $points -= 1>>There actually aren't that many hallways until you're met with another door, asking you inside. And here you hoped you could avoid another challenge. Stepping through the entrance, you're immediately pushed to the side and feel a heat on your cheek. Holding it, you look up to see an angry man, glaring at you. He just slapped you! @@.blue;"You're late. What, you think I have nothing better to do? That I can sit around here all day long, waiting for the service I paid for? You're not even dressed yet, unbelievable. Your supervisor will hear from me, you can count on that. Now put on your damn outfit, there's probably a spare in the closet."@@ Without your input, a tear rolls down your left cheek. You wipe it away, trying your best not to sniffle like a little girl, and move over to the wardrobe the man indicated. He goes to sit down at a table, seemingly eyeing your movements. You open the double doors of the wardrobe. This is so typical. You take the coathanger plus the outfit it's holding and move over to the bed in the opposite corner of the room. Before you lay the outfit out on the mattress, you give the man a questioning glance. Still, he's fixing you with a hard glare, but nods permissively. He told you to get dressed, but makes no move to look anywhere else. <<if $tightClothes is 0 and $superheroFetish is 0>>Well, you're naked already, so what difference does it make?<<endif>> Knowing that he's going to enjoy the show, you see no choice but to change into the outfit before you.<<if $tightClothes is 1 or $superheroFetish is 1>> That means you have to undress first, which actually works, to your surprise! You're glad to finally be rid of these clothes, though you start to miss them the moment you stand there, naked.<<endif>> Well, you figure the garter belt comes first, and the panties after that. The panties and garter belt don't have many very obvious features. Sure, the thong hides very little and is finely crafted black lace, but-- hold on, how do you even know that? Or how to put on a garter belt? Likely knowing the answer to both questions and anticipating they would freak you the fuck out, you don't pursue that line of questioning any further. The garter belt holds up tight, thigh-high stockings that are just as white as the belt itself. Your legs look alluringly long, despite your diminutive height in your new body. Their blemishes are also covered up and look flawless through the semi-transparent silk. There's no bra, though the top isn't much more than that. You're given something that exposes your entire belly and has no sleeves; it looks a little like a sports bra or a very short crop top. What's more, it has a lewd, suggestive fishnet pattern. It's very fine though, not like stripper fishnets with gigantic holes. It's like a micro-pattern, and made from such soft material that you almost don't feel the countless tiny holes your boobs are pressing against. Visually though, it shows its effects most impressively. Honestly, you felt more covered up when you were naked a second ago. The man in the other corner of the room seems to approve. Nearly finishing your outfit, you grab the miniskirt, which is a deep black with white ruffles on the lower end. It's also extremely tight -- as you would expect from a miniskirt -- hugging your thighs so closely that it actually pushes them together when you walk. The skirt does nothing to hide the lower half of your shapely ass; nor does it conceal your garter belt above. Lastly, there are three small accessories lying on the bed. Two of them are tiny white, frilly cuffs with a black band wrapping around it to fasten it to your wrists in a cute bow. You slip them over your wrists as intended, where they tickle your arms and hands a little. The other object looks very similar, but is twice as large. You figure this one is supposed to go around your neck. Suspicious towards fastening accessories around that part of your body, you take a deep breath and slip the frilly maid's choker <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>around your neck<<else>>over your @@.fetish;Fetish Slut@@ one<<endif>>. /*HIGH OBEDIENCE MEANS MORE POINTS*/Once you're done, the man grins from ear to ear. He doesn't wait a second to wave you over. Once you're standing in front of him, he just leans back in his chair and twirls his finger around in the air. You understand his intentions and comply. Blushing a deep red, you turn around, shyly straightening what little clothes you're wearing, presenting yourself to this man. <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $points += 1>>Instinctively, your presenting yourself becomes a need that burns brightly in your heart. Without a second thought, your movements become much more sensual, and as you're facing away from the man, you bend over at the waist, surely exposing your dainty panties and puffy pussy. The man is visibly pleased, as well as aroused.<<endif>> @@.blue;"Excellent!"@@ he exclaims once you've done a full 360Â° spin. @@.blue;"Let's get this show on the road then."@@ You prepare yourself for [[the challenge to come.|Week 4, Day 6 - Maid Trial Starto]]

<<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>Completing the picture, you kneel before the man, awaiting his orders. Just seeing him and the room from this position gets you all wet, and he seems to like it too. <<endif>>@@.blue;"Alright, you little slut,"@@ he starts addressing you. @@.blue;"I have a very, <em>very</em> strict morning routine."@@ It's not even morning! You think... Is it morning? Fuck. @@.blue;"You're the maid and I heard good things about this place. As such, I expect top-notch service and no talking back for you."@@ @@.blue;"Now, first, I have my newspaper. After a bit, I like to drink my coffee, while I'm still reading."@@ <<if $brainDrain lt 5>>So you'd have to get the water boiling before handing him the newspaper.<<endif>> <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>He talks and talks and you live to obey, but the suspense is killing you. You pant audibly as one of your hands snakes beneath your skirt and panties, your eyes fixed on the man still talking. He's looking at the wall while speaking, so he doesn't see you masturbate. Finally, he turns back to you.<<else>>He keeps going on and it's really grinding your nerves, but you force yourself to listen. @@.blue;"Afterwards, I have breakfast. Some bacon, two eggs sunny side up and a piece of toast would suffice. I watch SportsCenter after I'm finished with the newspaper, too.@@<<endif>> @@.blue;"Anything else, I'll leave to you. I'm excited to see your servicing in action."@@ <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>Shit, you missed half of what he said. All because you were dreaming of @@.gold;servitude@@. Well, you better [[make up for it.|Week 4, Day 6 - First Phase]]<<else>>That sounds simple enough, just gotta make sure to [[get it all done|Week 4, Day 6 - First Phase]] in the right order.<<endif>>

Okay, let's get this thing started. It wasn't all that much, you should really be able to do this. \ \ <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>You think of a little trick to get him to tell you again. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"So... News-a-er, co-ee..."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"So... Newspaper, coffee..."@@<<endif>> you trail off, waiting for him to finish the list. @@.blue;"TV and breakfast,"@@ he moans, slightly annoyed that you're still not working. Yes, the trick worked! Now you just have to figure out the right order...<<endif>> [[Go to cook breakfast.|Week 4, Day 6 - Breakfast First][$breakfast = 1]] [[Fetch the client his newspaper.|Week 4, Day 6 - Newspaper First][$newspaper = 1]] [[Switch on the TV.|Week 4, Day 6 - TV First][$tv = 1]] [[Get the coffee running.|Week 4, Day 6 - Coffee First][$coffee = 1]] [[Jump his dick|Week 4, Day 6 - Sex First][$sex = 1]] or [[suck him off.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sex First][$blowjob = 1]] You haven't met a man who disliked that.<<if $handcuffs is 1>> [[Cuff him.|Week 4, Day 6 - Cuffs First]] You may only have one chance at this, so you better surprise him fast.<<endif>> <<timed 10s t8n>>Or perhaps you want to [[cheat]]?<</timed>>

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>><<set $points -= 1>>Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. So you decide to get right to cooking. Fortunately, an apron, which seems designed completely counter to the actual purpose of an apron -- which is to cover you from grease and such -- as it covers very little, is hanging right next to the stove. You put it on without much delay and get to preparing a delicious meal. @@.blue;"What are you cooking for already? Where's my damn newspaper?"@@ the customer complains before you've even really started. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"I thought--"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"I thought--@@<<endif>> you start, but are interrupted immediately. @@.blue;"Well, now I know the problem. You tried thinking, you dumb slut. Jesus, off to a good start."@@ You can say that again. Nonetheless, you can't put the eggs back in their shells. You continue preparing breakfast for him and once he can smell the meal, he seems quite taken with it. At least your cooking skills didn't cause offense, though where you obtained those is another question entirely. You don't have to be a master chef to prepare some eggs and bacon, but you have to say the ones you did looked absolutely superb. Just the right amount of crispy, the eggs just barely runny, with no dark, burned spots anywhere. Since you apparently messed up this step, you let the pan rest on a lower heat, to keep the food warm and tasty. You can't wait for this to be over, but [[some more tasks|Week 4, Day 6 - Second Phase]] will have to be taken care of before that.

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>>You hand the man his newspaper and he opens it, reading contentedly. Obediently, you clasp your hands in front of your body and wait for any additional order that may come about. For now, he remains quiet, and you consider [[doing another task|Week 4, Day 6 - Second Phase]] next.

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>><<set $points -= 1>>To occupy your guest a little, you switch on the TV. You turn around and are met with a confused glance. @@.blue;"The TV? That's not what I asked for, not even close. In fact, I mentioned the TV somewhere near the end, and it's the first thing you put on?"@@ the customer complains. @@.blue;"Stupid fucking bitch."@@ Hurt by the comment, but smart enough not to say anything, you apologise profusely for your lack of concentration. You turn the TV off again, trying to remember when he wanted to watch it. This thing is close to going terribly wrong, you better do your best to [[recover.|Week 4, Day 6 - Second Phase]]

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $points += 1>>If he wants to drink coffee while reading a Saturday newspaper (at least you assume it should be Saturday), then this thing needs to be running already or he'll finish his paper before the first cup is full. It's not a very modern machine, it still works with a conventional filter and pretty slow drops of coffee. You can't beat the smell though. Your patron seems to agree, visibly smiling once the machine got going. He nods in your direction, and try as you might, you can't resist smiling at his obvious satisfaction with your work. With energy and confidence, you [[prepare your second task.|Week 4, Day 6 - Second Phase]]

Alright you baby, I already know people are going to flip their shit if they don't have a solution handy, so here's your training wheels :) People nowadays stick too much to guides, but since you're an adult and this isn't really a game, but plain masturbation material, I won't be judgemental (read: I'll judge you in secret). First you put on some coffee. It takes a while to get going, which is why you start with that, even if the customer mentioned the newspaper first. This is actually a hint you get during his dialogue if your Brain Drain is below 5. Next is the newspaper. This should be self-explanatory. Coffee will be served automatically. Third, you put on the TV. Cooking takes a while and the text during the third phase should tell you that the customer just finished reading his newspaper. As enticing as your body is, he doesn't want to sit around watching you cook. Watching TV keeps him occupied enough that he will happily wait a few minutes for his meal. Fourth is cooking, with subsequent serving of the meal while it's still hot<<if $brainDrain gte 5>> -- @@.pink;though not as hot as me *teehee*@@ --<<endif>> and fresh. At this point, you can consider the job done if you want to. However, good service means going the extra mile to @@.gold;serve@@ your mas-- your client. While he may enjoy you bouncing up and down his cock, it makes eating and watching burly men hit each other on TV very difficult. A blowjob beneath the table is so convenient; it pleases, is discreet, and puts you on your knees, @@.gold;where you belong@@. Surely, he'll appreciate your devotion, which can get you some bonus points if you messed up a step. Mess up two steps, and the customer will get rather upset with you. The only exception is the beginning; if you switch coffee and newspaper, that will count as one mistake. If you gave him the newspaper first, but he wants the newspaper second, you can't give it to him again, logically. So the coffee is the next best answer and won't make you fail. If giving the coffee second counted as a mistake on its own, then this mix-up would be an automatic disqualification, which would be dumb. See, I'm trying to make the game less difficult =) The only applicable item in this challenge is the handcuffs. If you're a @@.fetish;slut@@, use them wisely. In any case, you can use the handcuffs once the TV is on; but only if you switched it on at the right time, meaning in the third phase, so you would put the cuffs on in the fourth. Otherwise, you missed your chance; the customer will be too suspicious and won't fall for the cuffs. However, if your Transformation Progress is less than (or equals) 5, things are different. TF Progress is your Brain Drain plus Addiction. The first two weeks had the most devastating effect on your body, which is why it is used as the deciding metric here. If your TF Progress is less than (or equals) 5, you will be considered to have retained enough of your masculine strength to force the handcuffs on the customer right away. That can save you the humiliation of doing all these regressively feminine tasks. For everything you do at the right time, you will get a point. There are some slight modifiers not related to the order of your actions. If you are lactating and passed the lactation trap by peeing in it, you will get one point deducted right off the bat. Having an Obedience of 5 or more and NOT wearing the Fetish Slut choker gives you a bonus point at the start. If you get to the final phase without angering the client, you'll have two more options that you can figure out yourself. If you've made absolutely zero mistakes, you get a bonus point too. That means, without sex, you can get a total of six points. With a blowjob, you can get to eight points total. Whether you really need eight points... that's another question. @@.gold;You do need cock though, that much is clear.@@ That should be more information than you need to get through this ;) Knowing too much about a game can ruin the experience, you know? This screen will not reappear in the later phases, this is your last chance to look at it. After you take your first action, you're committed. I already didn't like including this cheat sheet, but figured people would ask in the forum regularly and that's something that's way too difficult to search. muh immersion is ruined now ;_____; <<back>>

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>><<set $points += 1>>\ \ <<if $sex is 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 1>><<if $horniness gte 2>><<set $horniness -= 2>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>\ Without hesitation, you ignore everything that happened and just plant yourself on the lap of this stranger. He seems confused at first, but goes along without complaints. You would've been surprised if he had had any. But you're just as surprised to find out that he's not hugely enthusiastic about getting to fuck you. There's barely any hip movement from him, it's all just you bouncing up and down on his dick. Which feels incredible, it goes without saying, given your body's specific sensibilities. You try your best to spice things up. First you get all loving, showering him with kisses and complimenting how big and hard his cock is, which is entirely true, by the way. He seemed to respond to the praise, though only mildly. Nothing happened beyond a little twitch from his rock-hard erection. That's something at least. If that doesn't work, you'll try for a little more forward approach. Lifting your bra-like top, which is removed very easily -- big surprise, they want you to act like a slut -- you just slam his head right into your funbags, moaning loudly at the mammary stimulation. Yes, that seems to get him going! The man starts nibbling your chest left and right. His hips noticeably start rocking into yours. Like this, it's only a matter of time before he grunts into your chest before you feel hot fluids enter your body, which sends you over the edge as well. @@.blue;"You're good at this,"@@ the customer praises you after he calmed down a bit. @@.blue;"I can't help but feel it was a bit sudden though, my throat is dry and I'd like to read something."@@ How flattering. At least you got on orgasm out of it. [[Let's go on then.|Week 4, Day 6 - Second Phase]]\ <<elseif $blowjob is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>>Quietly, you slip under the table, snaking your way between the customer's legs, who regards you with a questioning look. When you pull down his zipper, you doubt he has many questions left. Without much ado, you wrap your lips around his shaft and start licking it up and down, getting it lubricated nicely. His reaction is mild, to say the least. Most guys you sucked off pretty much went nuts when they had the privilege to feel your skilled lips, but not so this man. As an experiment, you incorporate your hands some more, fondling his balls and nipples, which goes some way to pleasing him more. Slurping, slutty sounds fill the room as you get more daring and poke a careful finger into his butthole, but he doesn't like that at all. You quickly retreat and go back to sucking and fondling. After two or three minutes, you hear the customer sigh. You're not sure what that was about, but he actually grabs your head and starts to facefuck you roughly! His sudden change of pace catches you off-guard, but you're trained enough to take almost any dick at any time. Your throat allows him free access and he makes the most of it. With incredible speed, his cock pistons in and out of your gullet, causing loud squelching noises as your throat grips and releases his cock at a rapid pace. The side effect of his speed and force is that this gets him to orgasm so fast, you don't even notice him changing rhythm at all when a sudden stream of semen hits the back of your throat. His balls empty themselves right into your inviting stomach, and seconds later, it's all over.<<if $throatclit is 1>> He was so fast, even your new and improved throat g-spot didn't send you over the edge.<<endif>> @@.blue;"Didn't expect you to take that so well,"@@ he admits. @@.blue;"Still, what's with the sudden blowjob? Figured you were a cock-crazed whore from your looks. Don't get me wrong, I'm very accommodating towards cock-crazed whores, it's just I'd have liked some coffee and something to read after waking up, you know?"@@ Gee, how nice of him. Alright, obviously you don't have to wait for pillowtalk here. [[Let's move on.|Week 4, Day 6 - Second Phase]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $coffee is 1>>The coffee is brewing and the customer seems pleased enough. What are you going to do next?\ <<elseif $newspaper is 1>>The customer is merrily reading his newspaper. Everything seems fine so far. What are you going to do next?\ <<elseif $tv is 1>>You've switched off the TV again after the customer got mad at you. That first try obviously wasn't good, so what you do next should be spot on.\ <<elseif $breakfast is 1>>The customer is eating his breakfast, contented enough, but clearly displeased at the break from his usual morning routine. Remember what he told you.\ <<elseif $sex is 1>>You pull your top back over your heaving breasts again and try your best to stay composed. Apparently, he would've preferred sex a bit later. How were you supposed to know he likes his sex at very specific times? Anyway, let's figure out how to fix this. <<elseif $blowjob is 1>>Well, that was fun... for him. @@.gold;Don't play innocent now, you little slut, you know you loved it.@@ But apparently how good it felt is less relevant than the time at which it feels good. This man is really obsessed with his morning routine. You better stick to it from now on.<<endif>> What was it he wanted second? <<if $breakfast is 0>>[[Go to cook breakfast.|Week 4, Day 6 - Breakfast Second][$breakfast = 1]] <<elseif $breakfast is 1>>[[Serve the finished meal.|Week 4, Day 6 - Breakfast Second]] <<endif>><<if $newspaper is 0>>[[Fetch the client his newspaper.|Week 4, Day 6 - Newspaper Second][$newspaper = 1]] <<endif>><<if $tv is 0>>[[Switch on the TV.|Week 4, Day 6 - TV Second][$tv = 1]] <<elseif $tv is 1>>[[Try the TV again.|Week 4, Day 6 - TV Second]] <<endif>><<if $coffee is 0>>[[Get the coffee running.|Week 4, Day 6 - Coffee Second][$coffee = 1]] <<endif>><<if $sex is 0 and $blowjob is 0>>[[Jump his dick|Week 4, Day 6 - Sex Second][$sex = 1]] or [[suck him off.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sex Second][$blowjob = 1]] You haven't met a man who disliked that.<<endif>><<if $handcuffs is 1>> [[Cuff him.|Week 4, Day 6 - Cuffs Second]] You may only have one chance at this, so you better surprise him fast.<<endif>>

<<set $points -= 5>><<if $transformationProgress lte 5>><<set $number3 = 1>><<set $numbers += 1>><<if $horniness gte 1>><<set $horniness -= 1>><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $transformationProgress lte 5>>You move behind the customer, who's somewhat perplexed, but not enough to move away from his chair. Like a snake, you burst forward, grabbing his arms and dragging him over to the bed. The man resists violently, but you find that he's not all that strong actually. You bravely resisted the choker's influence and thus retained enough strength to overpower this rather weak man. Once you reach the bed, you pull his arms up. The bed frame is made of metal, and the head end has a pattern of vertical iron bars. Threading his arms through the bars, then cuffing them together, you leave him completely immobile. Nicely done. You can do a little better though. All these people colluding to ruin your life over the course of a month and just getting away with it... you'll have at least a tiny bit of revenge. So you kneel over the man's chest and start raising your skirt with your left. The terror over what you're planning to do becomes evident on his face. With your right hand, you pull down your panties, <<if $penis is 1>>making your dick plop out<<else>>exposing your pussy to the air<<endif>>. Now, at the latest, he knows what you have in mind. As he tries to voice his concerns, you rush forward to mute him with your <<if $penis is 1>>half-erect meat<<else>>sopping wet flaps<<endif>>. His opened mouth is his downfall, as you easily get access to his tongue, relishing the feel on your private area. You move around like this for a while longer to make sure that he gets a <em>really</em> good taste, but you don't actually reach orgasm. It would undoubtedly take you a long time to actually do this to completion, time that may better be spent resting up or beating any challenges that may still await you. After ten minutes or so, you release the guy, who seems absolutely desolate at his fate right now. If he knew what you've been through... In reaction to your assault, he tries to turn away from you, which reveals a little tattoo on his neck; the number 9. Might be a clue... <<if $numbers gte 1>>especially considering that it's not the first 9 you've come across here.<<endif>> So you [[move on|Week 4, Day 6 - Day Finished]], evidently finished with the challenge, seeing as the door opens up for some reason.\ <<else>>You move behind the customer, who's somewhat perplexed, but not enough to move away from his chair. Like a snake, you jump forward, grabbing his arms and dragging him over to the bed. The man resists violently, but you can hold on for now. Then, just before you reach the mattress, he makes an erratic move that you hadn't anticipated. In a sudden burst, his elbow rushes back and hits you straight on the nose, knocking you on the floor. You hold your nose, slightly dazed at the sudden counterattack. That short break might turn out to be your demise, because the man is [[towering over you|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]], and he does not look pleased.\ \ <<endif>>

With the customer utterly satisfied, one way or the other, it looks like you accomplished all there is for today. It might not have looked like much, but it was a tough challenge. Unlike some of the others, you actually had a cogent "opponent". That alone can make any challenge twice as tense. You had to prance around for him in this fetishised costume too. That reminds you to take it off<<if $superheroFetish is 1 or $tightClothes is 1>> and to grab your old ones from the closet; otherwise you'd surely be plagued by some sort of withdrawal effects from the choker<<else>>, you don't need to look any more like a walking wet dream than your standard body does, and a fetish maid outfit is enhancing exactly that<<endif>>. If your senses haven't played tricks on you, it should be Saturday. You've found a nice cosy spot -- as cosy as you can be on the floor -- that would do well as a resting place for the night. If it even is night, which the last challenge sowed some doubts about. Then again, it'd be just like The Corporation to fuck with you like that. As always, you try not to let that affect you. If tomorrow truly is Sunday, and they stick to their schedule, you better get \ <<if $pee is 0 and $lactation is 1 and $points lt 5>>[[very well-rested.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sweet Dreams (Cow)]]\ <<elseif $lactation is 1 and $points gte 5>>[[very well-rested.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sweet Dreams (Milkmaid)]]\ <<elseif $lactation is 0 and $points gte 5>>[[very well-rested.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sweet Dreams (Maid)]]\ <<elseif $pickedJav is 1>>[[very well-rested.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sweet Dreams (JAV Actress)]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain gte 5 and $addiction gte 5 and $obedience gte 5>>[[very well-rested.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sweet Dreams (Catgirl)]]\ <<elseif $brainDrain lte 3 and $addiction lte 3 and $obedience lte 3>>[[very well-rested.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sweet Dreams (Victorious)]]\ <<elseif $robertAlly1 is 1 or $robertEnemy1 is 1>>[[very well-rested.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sweet Dreams (Robert's Wife)]]\ <<else>>[[very well-rested.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sweet Dreams]]<<endif>>

<<set $wrong = 2>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 3>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 2>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>@@.blue;"Okay, that's <em>enough</em>"@@ the man shouts. He drags you over to the bed where you land with a squeal. Next, he picks up <<if $handcuffs is 1>>the handcuffs, which you apparently dropped<<else>>a pair of handcuffs<<endif>> and before you know it, you have both arms tied to the bed frame above your head. The customer has rid himself of any anger the moment those handcuffs clicked shut. At least that's what you can read off his face. You may want to change your mind once he enters you. He unzips his trousers and unleashes a beastly cock. Involuntarily, its size makes your eyes go wide. Without further ado, the man strokes your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>pussy<<endif>> a few times before pushing inside all the way to the hilt. In reaction, you emit a quiet gasp as your upper body naturally jolts upwards, trying to escape but being stopped by the handcuffs. The man is already pumping into you at a steady rhythm while you're still trying to catch your breath. After a few slaps across your tits, your lungs start obeying you again, first exhaling and then gasping for air. As soon as you actually get some oxygen back into your system, the moans come on their own. You've had a lot of unfortunate encounters before, but nothing has made you feel @@.gold;whole@@-- this full. It's a weird sensation to feel your love canal press down on the invading rod so tightly. You remember your first anal sex at the beginning of all this, how alien it felt to have somebody intrude that tight canal. This here feels almost like that first time happening all over again<<if $penis is 0>>, only with your new canal<<endif>>. And it doesn't quite want to end. The thrusts never stop, the guy never tires, the juices never stop flowing. Your own fluids are working against you, as they did so often recently. The man seems hooked on your taste. He starts to lean over you more and brings his mouth down to suck on your nipples. Your pleasure skyrockets, as much as you hate to admit it. His stamina is incredible. He keeps a steady, impressive pace for what has to be at least a half hour before you feel him slow down as his thrusts become fewer, but stronger. You've lost count of your own orgasms and when his seed flows inside you, your sex is so numb that it happily accepts all of it. You lie there, on the bed, completely spent. There's nothing you can do but accept that you've surrendered. Fortunately, the customer has pity on you and undoes your restraints, leaving you [[free to leave|Week 4, Day 6 - Day Finished]] once you've come off your sweet sex high.

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>><<set $points -= 1>>\ \ <<if $coffee is 1>>Before you get to what you wanted to do, you have a look at the coffee machine. Looks about ready, great. You pour a fresh cup and return to the customer. You place the coffee on the table in front of him, smiling. He seems pleased at your efforts too, which is nice. <<if $lactation is 1>><<set $points += 1>> An idea crosses your mind. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Do you take your co-ee -lack?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Do you take your coffee black?"@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Do you take your co-ee -lack?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Do you take your coffee black?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you ask while pulling up your top. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"-ecause I'll gladly -rovide so-e -ilk i- you'd like..."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Because I'll gladly provide some milk if you'd like..."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"-ecause I'll gladly -rovide so-e -ilk i- you'd like..."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Because I'll gladly provide some milk if you'd like..."@@<<endif>><<endif>> Stunned, the man just nods, evidently surprised at your sudden nudity. Holding one breast in each hand, you lower yourself over the table. Carefully squeezing, you aim your left @@.pink;udder@@ over the cup. After a second or two, first streams of translucent white exit your nipple, shooting straight into the coffee. Good aim. Your right tit is next. It's just as responsive as its partner and just as precise. Once the flow gets going, it's hard to stop. The rhythm with which you pull your nipples almost establishes itself all on its own. You can't avoid it; you moan at the relief, glad to be milked, and for your nutritious liquid to have a purpose. After a few minutes, you're done. Oops, you got a little carried away. The cup must be more milk than coffee now. Reading the face of the customer, you know he doesn't mind one bit. As soon as he sees you stop, he keeps staring at your breasts until you pop them back into your dress. Once they're out of sight, he greedily gulps down the cup almost in one go. You do think your service pleased. @@.pink;And not just him...@@<<endif>> While he's merrily sipping his morning coffee, you move to get him something to chomp on. As you crack the first egg on the pan, the customer voices some concerns. @@.blue;"You're not making breakfast, are you?"@@ he asks. Hesitantly, you nod your head. He sighs. @@.blue;"What about my newspaper? Ugh, forget about it." So much for the goodwill you built up. You can hardly get the half-fried egg back in its shell, so you have to finish the meal at least. Once it looks nice and crispy, you turn down the heat so that it doesn't burn but stays nice and warm for him to eat later. Well, that didn't go great. Hopefully you can save it during the [[next task.|Week 4, Day 6 - Third Phase]]\ \ <<else>>You hop over to the stove real quick. Before you can actually do what you do, you hear a chastising voice from behind. @@.blue;"What are you doing near the stove? I don't even have any coffee ready, which I ordered ages ago,"@@ he exaggerates, @@.blue;"And your first thought is breakfast?"@@ He seems very upset, but... hey, that's no reason to come walking towards you. What's with that look in his eyes? Oh God, [[what is he going to do to you?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $points += 1>>\ \ <<if $coffee is 1>>While the coffee is brewing, you fetch the requested newspaper for the client. Holding it close to your chest as if carrying a silver platter, you bow forward slightly and let him take the paper while grazing your breasts. The customer is visibly pleased, the corners of his mouth inching upwards though he's obviously trying not to show too much approval yet. You don't want to disturb him, so you leave him to his reading. After a couple of minutes, the coffee is ready, so you pour him a fresh cup and place it on the table before him. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Care-ul, Sir, it's still -ery hot,"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Careful, Sir, it's still very hot,"@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Care-ul, Sir, it's still -ery hot,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Careful, Sir, it's still very hot,"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you caution with a wink, implying that he's pretty hot himself. He's getting a little flustered, wow! It seems you're doing good work here. <<if $lactation is 1>><<set $points += 1>> An idea crosses your mind. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Do you take your co-ee -lack?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Do you take your coffee black?"@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Do you take your co-ee -lack?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Do you take your coffee black?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you ask while pulling up your top. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"-ecause I'll gladly -rovide so-e -ilk i- you'd like..."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Because I'll gladly provide some milk if you'd like..."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"-ecause I'll gladly -rovide so-e -ilk i- you'd like..."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Because I'll gladly provide some milk if you'd like..."@@<<endif>><<endif>> Stunned, the man just nods, evidently surprised at your sudden nudity. Holding one breast in each hand, you lower yourself over the table. Carefully squeezing, you aim your left @@.pink;udder@@ over the cup. After a second or two, first streams of translucent white exit your nipple, shooting straight into the coffee. Good aim. Your right tit is next. It's just as responsive as its partner and just as precise. Once the flow gets going, it's hard to stop. The rhythm with which you pull your nipples almost establishes itself all on its own. You can't avoid it; you moan at the relief, glad to be milked, and for your nutritious liquid to have a purpose. After a few minutes, you're done. Oops, you got a little carried away. The cup must be more milk than coffee now. Reading the face of the customer, you know he doesn't mind one bit. As soon as he sees you stop, he keeps staring at your breasts until you pop them back into your dress. Once they're out of sight, he greedily gulps down the cup almost in one go. You do think your service pleased. @@.pink;And not just him...@@<<endif>> With the coffee and newspaper both in place, it looks like you passed the first two challenges with flying colours. Onto [[the next task|Week 4, Day 6 - Third Phase]] then.\ <<elseif $tv is 1>>With the TV off, you try to refocus. He wanted to read his newspaper, right? Yeah, you're sure that's it. Clearly nervous, you hurry over to the door, grab the paper and sweatily hand it to the customer, who seems to enjoy seeing you this anxious to please him. @@.blue;"I was losing hope after you insipidly went for the TV, but at least you remembered the paper. Good girl,"@@ he praises you, and you're <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.gold;excited@@<<else>>ashamed<<endif>> to admit how much relief washes over you after hearing those two words. With the man reading, there's not much to do for you. That means you have time pondering [[what step comes next.|Week 4, Day 6 - Third Phase]]\ <<elseif $breakfast is 1>>So you've got breakfast taken care of already, which the customer didn't really seem to care for. That means you really have to apply yourself from this point onwards. You recall he wanted to read his newspaper. Now you just have to hope that he wants it right now. That seemed to be a big deal for him. You fetch it and bring it back to him, and he seems pleased indeed. @@.blue;"Huh, looks like you paid some attention after all, just when I thought you were hopeless. Good girl,"@@ he praises you, and you're <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.gold;excited@@<<else>>ashamed<<endif>> to admit how much relief washes over you after hearing those two words. With the man reading, there's not much to do for you. That means you have time pondering [[what step comes next.|Week 4, Day 6 - Third Phase]]\ <<else>>So at least you found out that this guy takes schedules so seriously, he'll even chastise a hot girl for having sex with him if it's not at the right time. Wait, did you just call yourself a hot girl? Nevermind, <em>concentrate</em>, or this'll be over before you got the first thing right. You remember him mentioning a newspaper he wanted to read. Right next to the front door you see one lying on the floor. That must be it. You move over to fetch it. Indeed, the man's face lights up a bit when he sees you bringing it over. @@.blue;"There we go, you actually remembered my paper. Guess you're useful for something as long as you had enough cock inside you."@@ <<if $obedience gte 5 and $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.gold;Well, when he's right...@@<<else>>Lovely. Very nice.<<endif>> Anyway, with him and his newspaper finally united, you have succeeded in your first task for the day. Let's [[keep the ball rolling.|Week 4, Day 6 - Third Phase]]\ <<endif>>

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>><<set $points -= 1>>\ \ <<if $coffee is 1>>First of all, the coffee should be about finished, which you pour into a cup and place on the table before the customer, warning him that it's still quite hot. He gratefully accepts the warm beverage. <<if $lactation is 1>><<set $points += 1>> An idea crosses your mind. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Do you take your co-ee -lack?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Do you take your coffee black?"@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Do you take your co-ee -lack?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Do you take your coffee black?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you ask while pulling up your top. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"-ecause I'll gladly -rovide so-e -ilk i- you'd like..."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Because I'll gladly provide some milk if you'd like..."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"-ecause I'll gladly -rovide so-e -ilk i- you'd like..."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Because I'll gladly provide some milk if you'd like..."@@<<endif>><<endif>> Stunned, the man just nods, evidently surprised at your sudden nudity. Holding one breast in each hand, you lower yourself over the table. Carefully squeezing, you aim your left @@.pink;udder@@ over the cup. After a second or two, first streams of translucent white exit your nipple, shooting straight into the coffee. Good aim. Your right tit is next. It's just as responsive as its partner and just as precise. Once the flow gets going, it's hard to stop. The rhythm with which you pull your nipples almost establishes itself all on its own. You can't avoid it; you moan at the relief, glad to be milked, and for your nutritious liquid to have a purpose. After a few minutes, you're done. Oops, you got a little carried away. The cup must be more milk than coffee now. Reading the face of the customer, you know he doesn't mind one bit. As soon as he sees you stop, he keeps staring at your breasts until you pop them back into your dress. Once they're out of sight, he greedily gulps down the cup almost in one go. You do think your service pleased. @@.pink;And not just him...@@<<endif>> To keep him entertained while drinking, you walk towards the TV and turn it on. When you look back at the customer, he gazes at you, confused. @@.blue;"What did you do that for?"@@ he complains in between careful sips. @@.blue;"I wanted to read the newspaper while drinking coffee, not watch TV. Turn that shit off!"@@ Hurriedly, you hit the power button. This man really takes his morning routine seriously. At least he goes back to drinking his coffee, seemingly enjoying it. <<if $lactation is 1>>There goes the goodwill you built up by donating some of your precious fluids.<<endif>> If you want to do this, you'll really have to apply yourself now. Think about what [[he wanted to have next.|Week 4, Day 6 - Third Phase]]\ <<else>>To make up for your first mistake, you think some entertainment is in order. Hopefully this will smooth over your differences. Walking over to the TV, you hear the customer's voice before you've even touched the button. @@.blue;"Are you really trying to turn on the TV right now?"@@ he asks you. You're too shocked to answer, intimated by his loud voice and mad stare. Hold on, why is he [[walking over to you?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]\ <<endif>>

<<set $horniness += 1>>\ \ /*GET ONE POINT FOR ALMOST HAVING IT RIGHT*/<<if $newspaper is 1>><<set $points += 1>>The customer is sitting at the table, entranced by his newspaper. You remember he wanted coffee while reading, so you go to brew some. Unfortunately, you find out the coffee machine is not very modern. It's not automatic, nor prepared, so you have to put some coffee into the filter -- at least they're not giving your raw beans you have to grind first -- and then let the hot water run through, which takes ages. That fact isn't lost on the customer. @@.blue;"Maid, I'm noticing a sorry lack of coffee on my breakfast table. Would you happen to know anything about that?"@@ he asks sarcastically. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"S-sorry, you said you wanted to read the -a-er -irst..."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"S-sorry, you said you wanted to read the paper first..."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"S-sorry, you said you wanted to read the -a-er -irst..."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"S-sorry, you said you wanted to read the paper first..."@@<<endif>><<endif>> you start, but are interrupted. @@.blue;"I <em>know</em> what I said, you idiot. I demanded, specifically, to read the paper while drinking coffee. Yet here I am, seeing three drops of coffee ready when I'm almost done with the paper. Have you ever operated a damn coffee machine before? Maybe you'd know how to use one if you spent less time on your back..."@@ with that he angrily goes back to the rest of his paper. Once there's enough coffee for at least a cup, you hurry to serve it. The customer shoots you an angry glare over the edge of his newspaper, but accepts the beverage. @@.blue;"At least you got it almost right. I guess I need to explain everything step by step. This is the lost warning you'll get, honey. Don't get creative. Just do as you're told, and everybody's happy."@@ he orders. You'll remember that. Hopefully. [[Let's hope you can still save this.|Week 4, Day 6 - Third Phase]]\ <<else>><<set $wrong += 1>>You're pretty sure that he mentioned coffee second, so you walk over to the machine and prepare. Before you've lifted a finger, an angry voice startles you. @@.blue;"Are you really making coffee now? First you completely mess up the order, now you're making me wait even longer?"@@ Wh-why is he [[walking towards you?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]<<endif>>

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>><<set $points += 1>>\ \ <<if $wrong is 1>>\ <<if $sex is 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 1>><<if $horniness gte 2>><<set $horniness -= 2>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>\ Without hesitation, you ignore everything that happened and just plant yourself on the lap of this stranger. He seems confused at first, but goes along without complaints for now. You would've been surprised if he had had any. But you're just as surprised to find out that he's not hugely enthusiastic about getting to fuck you. There's barely any hip movement from him, it's all just you bouncing up and down on his dick. Which feels incredible, it goes without saying, given your body's specific sensibilities. But it's far from enthusiastic on his part. You try your best to spice things up. First you get all loving, showering him with kisses and complimenting how big and hard his cock is, which is entirely true, by the way. He seemed to respond to the praise, though only mildly. Nothing happened beyond a little twitch from his rock-hard erection. That's something at least. If that doesn't work, you'll try for a little more forward approach. Lifting your bra-like top, which is removed very easily -- big surprise, they want you to act like a slut -- you just slam his head right into your funbags, moaning loudly at the mammary stimulation. Yes, that seems to get him going! The man starts nibbling your chest left and right. His hips noticeably start rocking into yours. Like this, it's only a matter of time before he grunts into your chest before you feel hot fluids enter your body, which sends you over the edge as well. @@.blue;"You're good at this,"@@ the customer praises you after he calmed down a bit. @@.blue;"I can't help but feel it was a bit sudden though, I'd like to read my paper instead."@@ How flattering. At least you got on orgasm out of it. [[Let's go on then.|Week 4, Day 6 - Third Phase]]\ <<elseif $blowjob is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>>Quietly, you slip under the table, snaking your way between the customer's legs, who regards you with a questioning look. When you pull down his zipper, you doubt he has many questions left. Without much ado, you wrap your lips around his shaft and start licking it up and down, getting it lubricated nicely. His reaction is mild, to say the least. Most guys you sucked off pretty much went nuts when they had the privilege to feel your skilled lips, but not so this man. As an experiment, you incorporate your hands some more, fondling his balls and nipples, which goes some way to pleasing him more. Slurping, slutty sounds fill the room as you get more daring and poke a careful finger into his butthole, but he doesn't like that at all. You quickly retreat and go back to sucking and fondling. After two or three minutes, you hear the customer sigh. You're not sure what that was about, but he actually grabs your head and starts to facefuck you roughly! His sudden change of pace catches you off-guard, but you're trained enough to take almost any dick at any time. Your throat allows him free access and he makes the most of it. With incredible speed, his cock pistons in and out of your gullet, causing loud squelching noises as your throat grips and releases his cock at a rapid pace. The side effect of his speed and force is that this gets him to orgasm so fast, you don't even notice him changing rhythm at all when a sudden stream of semen hits the back of your throat. His balls empty themselves right into your inviting stomach, and seconds later, it's all over.<<if $throatclit is 1>> He was so fast, even your new and improved throat g-spot didn't send you over the edge.<<endif>> @@.blue;"Didn't expect you to take that so well,"@@ he admits. @@.blue;"Still, what's with the sudden blowjob? Figured you were a cock-crazed whore from your looks. Don't get me wrong, I'm very accommodating towards cock-crazed whores, it's just I'd like something to read after waking up, you know?"@@ Gee, how nice of him. Alright, obviously you don't have to wait for pillowtalk here. [[Let's move on.|Week 4, Day 6 - Third Phase]]\ \ <<endif>>\ <<else>>You're about to take position <<if $sex is 1>>on the customer's leg<<else>>between the customer's legs<<endif>>, when he interrupts you. @@.blue;"Tell me you are not planning to have sex with me right now,"@@ he asks in a voice so calm, it's more frightening than if he just shouted you down. You don't know what to do, so you just stare at him with big eyes that say all that needs to be said. He was obviously not happy with your first attempt, so you tried to smooth things over with some extra effort. He pulls you up and starts closing in on you. [[What does he have on his mind right now?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]\ <<endif>>

<<set $points -= 5>><<if $transformationProgress lte 5>><<set $number3 = 1>><<set $numbers += 1>><<if $horniness gte 1>><<set $horniness -= 1>><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $transformationProgress lte 5>>You move behind the customer, <<if $coffee is 1>>after distracting him with his cup of coffee<<elseif $newspaper is 1>>while he's reading his paper<<elseif $tv is 1>>while he's still wondering why you fucked with the TV<<elseif $breakfast is 1>>who must still be thinking about that pleasant smell of the meal<<else>>who's still reeling from your recent fuck<<endif>>, who's somewhat perplexed when he notices your advance, but not enough to move away from his chair. Like a snake, you burst forward, grabbing his arms and dragging him over to the bed. The man resists violently, but you find that he's not all that strong actually. You bravely resisted the choker's influence and thus retained enough strength to overpower this rather weak man. Once you reach the bed, you pull his arms up. The bed frame is made of metal, and the head end has a pattern of vertical iron bars. Threading his arms through the bars, then cuffing them together, you leave him completely immobile. Nicely done. You can do a little better though. All these people colluding to ruin your life over the course of a month and just getting away with it... you'll have at least a tiny bit of revenge. So you kneel over the man's chest and start raising your skirt with your left. The terror over what you're planning to do becomes evident on his face. With your right hand, you pull down your panties, <<if $penis is 1>>making your dick plop out<<else>>exposing your pussy to the air<<endif>>. Now, at the latest, he knows what you have in mind. As he tries to voice his concerns, you rush forward to mute him with your <<if $penis is 1>>half-erect meat<<else>>sopping wet flaps<<endif>>. His opened mouth is his downfall, as you easily get access to his tongue, relishing the feel on your private area. You move around like this for a while longer to make sure that he gets a <em>really</em> good taste, but you don't actually reach orgasm. It would undoubtedly take you a long time to actually do this to completion, time that may better be spent resting up or beating any challenges that may still await you. After ten minutes or so, you release the guy, who seems absolutely desolate at his fate right now. If he knew what you've been through... In reaction to your assault, he tries to turn away from you, which reveals a little tattoo on his neck; the number 9. Might be a clue... <<if $numbers gte 1>>especially considering that it's not the first 9 you've come across here.<<endif>> So you [[move on|Week 4, Day 6 - Day Finished]], evidently finished with the challenge, seeing as the door opens up for some reason.\ <<else>>You move behind the customer, <<if $coffee is 1>>after distracting him with his cup of coffee<<elseif $newspaper is 1>>while he's reading his paper<<elseif $tv is 1>>while he's still wondering why you fucked with the TV<<elseif $breakfast is 1>>who must still be thinking about that pleasant smell of the meal<<else>>who's still reeling from your recent fuck<<endif>>, who's somewhat perplexed when he notices your advance, but not enough to move away from his chair. Like a snake, you jump forward, grabbing his arms and dragging him over to the bed. The man resists violently, but you can hold on for now. Then, just before you reach the mattress, he makes an erratic move that you hadn't anticipated. In a sudden burst, his elbow rushes back and hits you straight on the nose, knocking you on the floor. You hold your nose, slightly dazed at the sudden counterattack. That short break might turn out to be your demise, because the man is [[towering over you|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]], and he does not look pleased.\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $wrong is 2>>You thought you weren't doing too badly. But for some reason, the customer is approaching you with a scary look in his eyes. [[What is he up to?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]\ \ <<else>>\ <<if $newspaper is 1>>Just when you're ready for your next task, the customer is done reading his newspaper, and puts it to the side. <<endif>><<if $coffee is 1>>The man has finished his coffee with a pleased sigh. You wait a second, then take the cup and put it in the sink with the dirty dishes, receiving a smile of praise from him. <<endif>>Now, the client is idle, he doesn't really have much to do. Should you put on the TV right away and risk delaying the next step while searching the right channel, or stick with the plan?<<if $breakfast is 1>> While breakfast is almost ready as it is, you know how much even short delays can annoy this guy.<<endif>> <<if $breakfast is 0>>[[Go to cook breakfast.|Week 4, Day 6 - Breakfast Third][$breakfast = 1]] <<elseif $breakfast is 1>>[[Serve the finished meal.|Week 4, Day 6 - Breakfast Third]] <<endif>><<if $newspaper is 0>>[[Fetch the client his newspaper.|Week 4, Day 6 - Newspaper Third][$newspaper = 1]] <<endif>><<if $tv is 0>>[[Switch on the TV.|Week 4, Day 6 - TV Third][$tv = 1]] <<elseif $tv is 1>>[[Try the TV again.|Week 4, Day 6 - TV Third]] <<endif>><<if $coffee is 0>>[[Get the coffee running.|Week 4, Day 6 - Coffee Third][$coffee = 1]] <<endif>><<if $sex is 0 and $blowjob is 0>>[[Jump his dick|Week 4, Day 6 - Sex Third][$sex = 1]] or [[suck him off.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sex Third][$blowjob = 1]] You haven't met a man who disliked that.<<endif>><<if $handcuffs is 1>> [[Cuff him.|Week 4, Day 6 - Cuffs Third]] You may only have one chance at this, so you better surprise him fast.<<endif>>\ <<endif>>

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>>\ \ <<if $wrong is 1>>Surely, he won't mind staring at your miniskirt-encased rear for a few minutes as you get his breakfast ready. There's even a little apron next to the stove, though it doesn't cover you very much, somewhat defeating its purpose. Anyway, the customer said he wanted to watch TV while eating, so that's what he's getting. As soon as he sees you standing at the stove, he speaks up. @@.blue;"Are you making breakfast now?"@@ he asks. You turn around and nod your head, smiling. @@.blue;"I wouldn't have minded watching some TV already, as you can see I'm more than done with my paper."@@ You don't really have a response to that. The customer is mildly annoyed, but you don't think you messed up too badly. You fix up the meal and are quite surprised at your culinary skills. Granted, bacon and eggs aren't a five-course dinner, but they are absolutely impeccable. The bacon is just the right amount of crispy, the eggs just barely runny and not a single black, burned spot on them. You've never seen such perfect breakfast, without wanting to sound arrogant. You have a feeling you know where these skills come from. Apparently, The Corporation won't mind you becoming @@.gold;the perfect doting housewife...@@ You swat your own hand away, which was currently trying to sneak beneath your skirt. Since the customer doesn't want his breakfast right now, you turn down the heat on the stove and let it sit there so it stays nice and hot. He probably wants it in a little bit, so you take some time folding the apron and putting it back while deciding [[what you do next.|Week 4, Day 6 - Fourth Phase]]\ \ <<elseif $wrong is 2>>You're walking over to the stove, but get the feeling that you are being followed. You turn around and squeal like a little girl when the customer stands right there. @@.blue;"Were you really going to the stove right now?"@@ he wants to know. Stunned by his threatening tone, you don't dare reply. You see him taking some steps towards you, coming closer. [[What is he going to do?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>>\ \ Damn, weren't you supposed to pick up the paper for him pretty early? Hopefully he doesn't notice if you fetch it quickly. You bend down to grab it, turn around and squeal when the man suddenly stands right before you. @@.blue;"You're bringing the newspaper <em>now</em>? I wanted to be done reading it five minutes ago!"@@ he chastises you. Now he's walking further in your direction, coming ever closer. [[What's he going to do to you?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $points += 1>><<set $tv3 = 1>>\ \ If this guy gets bored for just a second, who knows what kinds of ideas he's going to get into his head. To keep him occupied, you walk over to the TV, turn it on and switch through the channels to look for a programme he'd like. There, SportsCenter, that should keep him busy. @@.blue;"Ah, good idea,"@@ he chimes in from behind you. @@.blue;"I was starting to get a little bored. You're thinking on your feet, I like that. I'll be sure to put in a good word with your supervisor, Maid."@@ Flattered by the praise, you blush and curtsey for some reason. That was weird, but you don't care, your body is feeling warm with joy and you want to relish that for a moment. After a hard day's work, you think you deserve that. That workday isn't quite over yet though. Better [[think about what you're going to do next.|Week 4, Day 6 - Fourth Phase]]

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>>\ \ Shit, you forgot the coffee! You better make it for him fast, you think that was one of the first things he wanted you to do. You better hurry up. As your shaking hands fiddle with the coffee machine, strong hands grip your shoulders and make you scream like a little girl. You're turned around and faced with the man, coming ever closer to you. [[What's he going to do to you?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>><<set $points += 1>>\ \ <<if $wrong is 1>>\ <<if $sex is 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 1>><<if $horniness gte 2>><<set $horniness -= 2>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>\ Without hesitation, you ignore everything that happened and just plant yourself on the lap of this stranger. He seems confused at first, but goes along without complaints for now. You would've been surprised if he had had any. But you're just as surprised to find out that he's not hugely enthusiastic about getting to fuck you. There's barely any hip movement from him, it's all just you bouncing up and down on his dick. Which feels incredible, it goes without saying, given your body's specific sensibilities. But it's far from enthusiastic on his part. You try your best to spice things up. First you get all loving, showering him with kisses and complimenting how big and hard his cock is, which is entirely true, by the way. He seemed to respond to the praise, though only mildly. Nothing happened beyond a little twitch from his rock-hard erection. That's something at least. If that doesn't work, you'll try for a little more forward approach. Lifting your bra-like top, which is removed very easily -- big surprise, they want you to act like a slut -- you just slam his head right into your funbags, moaning loudly at the mammary stimulation. Yes, that seems to get him going! The man starts nibbling your chest left and right. His hips noticeably start rocking into yours. Like this, it's only a matter of time before he grunts into your chest before you feel hot fluids enter your body, which sends you over the edge as well. @@.blue;"You're good at this,"@@ the customer praises you after he calmed down a bit. @@.blue;"I can't help but feel it was a bit sudden though, what about TV and breakfast?"@@ How flattering. At least you got on orgasm out of it. You tell him you'll have his things ready in no time. [[Let's go on then.|Week 4, Day 6 - Fourth Phase]]\ <<elseif $blowjob is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>>Quietly, you slip under the table, snaking your way between the customer's legs, who regards you with a questioning look. When you pull down his zipper, you doubt he has many questions left. Without much ado, you wrap your lips around his shaft and start licking it up and down, getting it lubricated nicely. His reaction is mild, to say the least. Most guys you sucked off pretty much went nuts when they had the privilege to feel your skilled lips, but not so this man. As an experiment, you incorporate your hands some more, fondling his balls and nipples, which goes some way to pleasing him more. Slurping, slutty sounds fill the room as you get more daring and poke a careful finger into his butthole, but he doesn't like that at all. You quickly retreat and go back to sucking and fondling. After two or three minutes, you hear the customer sigh. You're not sure what that was about, but he actually grabs your head and starts to facefuck you roughly! His sudden change of pace catches you off-guard, but you're trained enough to take almost any dick at any time. Your throat allows him free access and he makes the most of it. With incredible speed, his cock pistons in and out of your gullet, causing loud squelching noises as your throat grips and releases his cock at a rapid pace. The side effect of his speed and force is that this gets him to orgasm so fast, you don't even notice him changing rhythm at all when a sudden stream of semen hits the back of your throat. His balls empty themselves right into your inviting stomach, and seconds later, it's all over.<<if $throatclit is 1>> He was so fast, even your new and improved throat g-spot didn't send you over the edge.<<endif>> @@.blue;"Didn't expect you to take that so well,"@@ he admits. @@.blue;"Still, what's with the sudden blowjob? Figured you were a cock-crazed whore from your looks. Don't get me wrong, I'm very accommodating towards cock-crazed whores, it's just that while you just got your breakfast, I don't have food on my table and no TV to watch either."@@ Gee, how nice of him. Alright, obviously you don't have to wait for pillowtalk here. [[Let's move on.|Week 4, Day 6 - Fourth Phase]]\ \ <<endif>>\ <<else>>You're about to take position <<if $sex is 1>>on the customer's leg<<else>>between the customer's legs<<endif>>, when he interrupts you. @@.blue;"Tell me you are not planning to have sex with me right now,"@@ he asks in a voice so calm, it's more frightening than if he just shouted you down. You don't know what to do, so you just stare at him with big eyes that say all that needs to be said. He was obviously not happy with your first attempt, so you tried to smooth things over with some extra effort. He pulls you up and starts closing in on you. [[What does he have on his mind right now?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]\ <<endif>>

<<set $points -= 5>><<if $transformationProgress lte 5>><<set $number3 = 1>><<set $numbers += 1>><<if $horniness gte 1>><<set $horniness -= 1>><<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $transformationProgress lte 5>>You move behind the customer, who's somewhat perplexed when he notices your advance, but not enough to move away from his chair. Like a snake, you burst forward, grabbing his arms and dragging him over to the bed. The man resists violently, but you find that he's not all that strong actually. You bravely resisted the choker's influence and thus retained enough strength to overpower this rather weak man. Once you reach the bed, you pull his arms up. The bed frame is made of metal, and the head end has a pattern of vertical iron bars. Threading his arms through the bars, then cuffing them together, you leave him completely immobile. Nicely done. You can do a little better though. All these people colluding to ruin your life over the course of a month and just getting away with it... you'll have at least a tiny bit of revenge. So you kneel over the man's chest and start raising your skirt with your left. The terror over what you're planning to do becomes evident on his face. With your right hand, you pull down your panties, <<if $penis is 1>>making your dick plop out<<else>>exposing your pussy to the air<<endif>>. Now, at the latest, he knows what you have in mind. As he tries to voice his concerns, you rush forward to mute him with your <<if $penis is 1>>half-erect meat<<else>>sopping wet flaps<<endif>>. His opened mouth is his downfall, as you easily get access to his tongue, relishing the feel on your private area. You move around like this for a while longer to make sure that he gets a <em>really</em> good taste, but you don't actually reach orgasm. It would undoubtedly take you a long time to actually do this to completion, time that may better be spent resting up or beating any challenges that may still await you. After ten minutes or so, you release the guy, who seems absolutely desolate at his fate right now. If he knew what you've been through... In reaction to your assault, he tries to turn away from you, which reveals a little tattoo on his neck; the number 9. Might be a clue... <<if $numbers gte 1>>especially considering that it's not the first 9 you've come across here.<<endif>> So you [[move on|Week 4, Day 6 - Day Finished]], evidently finished with the challenge, seeing as the door opens up for some reason.\ <<else>>You move behind the customer, who's somewhat perplexed when he notices your advance, but not enough to move away from his chair. Like a snake, you jump forward, grabbing his arms and dragging him over to the bed. The man resists violently, but you can hold on for now. Then, just before you reach the mattress, he makes an erratic move that you hadn't anticipated. In a sudden burst, his elbow rushes back and hits you straight on the nose, knocking you on the floor. You hold your nose, slightly dazed at the sudden counterattack. That short break might turn out to be your demise, because the man is [[towering over you|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]], and he does not look pleased.\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $wrong is 2>>You thought you weren't doing too badly. But for some reason, the customer is approaching you with a scary look in his eyes. [[What is he up to?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]\ \ <<else>>\ Alright, you should only be left with one task, if you remember all that he told you correctly. Nonetheless, The Corporation isn't exactly known for being truthful. Perhaps a different approach may help. Whatever the case, you should be nearly through with him. You almost did it, don't fuck this up now. <<if $breakfast is 0>>[[Go to cook breakfast.|Week 4, Day 6 - Breakfast Fourth][$breakfast = 1]] <<elseif $breakfast is 1>>[[Serve the finished meal.|Week 4, Day 6 - Breakfast Fourth]] <<endif>><<if $newspaper is 0>>[[Fetch the client his newspaper.|Week 4, Day 6 - Newspaper Fourth][$newspaper = 1]] <<endif>><<if $tv is 0>>[[Switch on the TV.|Week 4, Day 6 - TV Fourth][$tv = 1]] <<elseif $tv is 1 and $tv3 is 0>>[[Try the TV again.|Week 4, Day 6 - TV Fourth]] <<endif>><<if $coffee is 0>>[[Get the coffee running.|Week 4, Day 6 - Coffee Fourth][$coffee = 1]] <<endif>><<if $sex is 0 and $blowjob is 0>>[[Jump his dick|Week 4, Day 6 - Sex Fourth][$sex = 1]] or [[suck him off.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sex Fourth][$blowjob = 1]] You haven't met a man who disliked that.<<endif>><<if $handcuffs is 1>> [[Cuff him.|Week 4, Day 6 - Cuffs Fourth]] You may only have one chance at this, so you better surprise him fast.<<endif>>\ <<endif>>

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $points += 1>>\ \ Not wanting to let him wait too long, you quickly prepare and finish the customer's breakfast. VoilÃ , bacon and eggs, with a piece of toast. It doesn't get any better than this, no matter how simple the breakfast. Your thoughts drift back to your old life. How would you have reacted if a bombshell in a revealing maid costume had doted around you for an entire morning and finished off with breakfast this nice? Shit, you probably would've thanked every deity that came to mind. Your dick would've got so hard, your doctor would've prescribed a vow of celibacy for the rest of your life. It gets you thinking how involved some of these people really are. Some are obviously enslaved to the corporation. Sad stories all around, and a prospective future for you as well, as scary as that thought may be. This guy's clearly not wearing a choker, and neither were many of the men you met in previous challenges. What about them? They must know what goes on here, right? But what if they don't? What if you were in their shoes? Would you question a reality <em>this</em> attractive? You like to think you would, but you know it's not that simple. You also think you're wasting quite a lot of time here, so you snap yourself out of it before you mess up so close to the finish line. @@.blue;"This is phenomenal,"@@ the customer says almost before he took the first bite. @@.blue;"A natural born housekeeper, this one,"@@ he praises you with a full mouth and a pat on your ass. You don't shy away, and even blush a little, but keep yourself together. Your work is done here; [[let's see if there is something else you need to do.|Week 4, Day 6 - Fifth Phase]]

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>>\ \ Damn, weren't you supposed to pick up the paper for him pretty early? Hopefully he doesn't notice if you fetch it quickly. You bend down to grab it, turn around and squeal when the man suddenly stands right before you. @@.blue;"You're bringing the newspaper <em>now</em>? I wanted to be done reading it five minutes ago!"@@ he chastises you. Now he's walking further in your direction, coming ever closer. [[What's he going to do to you?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>>\ \ This should be the last step, so you figure some entertainment would round off the day nicely. Apparently, the customer disagrees, which he proclaims loudly. @@.blue;"The TV? What are you turning on the TV for? What about breakfast?"@@ he demands to know. Sadly, you don't have an answer, so you resort to standing next to the TV, mouth agape. The customer is getting up from his chair. Wh-why does he do that? Why is he walking towards you? Oh God, he's getting so close, [[what is he going to do?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>>\ \ Shit, you forgot the coffee! You better make it for him fast, you think that was one of the first things he wanted you to do. You better hurry up. As your shaking hands fiddle with the coffee machine, strong hands grip your shoulders and make you scream like a little girl. You're turned around and faced with the man, coming ever closer to you. [[What's he going to do to you?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]

<<set $horniness += 1>><<set $wrong += 1>><<set $points += 1>>\ \ <<if $wrong is 1>>\ <<if $sex is 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 1>><<if $horniness gte 2>><<set $horniness -= 2>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>\ Without hesitation, you ignore everything that happened and just plant yourself on the lap of this stranger. He seems confused at first, but goes along without complaints for now. You would've been surprised if he had had any. But you're just as surprised to find out that he's not hugely enthusiastic about getting to fuck you. There's barely any hip movement from him, it's all just you bouncing up and down on his dick. Which feels incredible, it goes without saying, given your body's specific sensibilities. But it's far from enthusiastic on his part. You try your best to spice things up. First you get all loving, showering him with kisses and complimenting how big and hard his cock is, which is entirely true, by the way. He seemed to respond to the praise, though only mildly. Nothing happened beyond a little twitch from his rock-hard erection. That's something at least. If that doesn't work, you'll try for a little more forward approach. Lifting your bra-like top, which is removed very easily -- big surprise, they want you to act like a slut -- you just slam his head right into your funbags, moaning loudly at the mammary stimulation. Yes, that seems to get him going! The man starts nibbling your chest left and right. His hips noticeably start rocking into yours. Like this, it's only a matter of time before he grunts into your chest before you feel hot fluids enter your body, which sends you over the edge as well. @@.blue;"You're good at this,"@@ the customer praises you after he calmed down a bit. @@.blue;"I can't help but feel it was a bit sudden though, my stomach is rather empty."@@ How flattering. At least you got on orgasm out of it. [[Let's go on then.|Week 4, Day 6 - Fifth Phase]]\ <<elseif $blowjob is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<set $horniness += 1>><<endif>>Quietly, you slip under the table, snaking your way between the customer's legs, who regards you with a questioning look. When you pull down his zipper, you doubt he has many questions left. Without much ado, you wrap your lips around his shaft and start licking it up and down, getting it lubricated nicely. His reaction is mild, to say the least. Most guys you sucked off pretty much went nuts when they had the privilege to feel your skilled lips, but not so this man. As an experiment, you incorporate your hands some more, fondling his balls and nipples, which goes some way to pleasing him more. Slurping, slutty sounds fill the room as you get more daring and poke a careful finger into his butthole, but he doesn't like that at all. You quickly retreat and go back to sucking and fondling. After two or three minutes, you hear the customer sigh. You're not sure what that was about, but he actually grabs your head and starts to facefuck you roughly! His sudden change of pace catches you off-guard, but you're trained enough to take almost any dick at any time. Your throat allows him free access and he makes the most of it. With incredible speed, his cock pistons in and out of your gullet, causing loud squelching noises as your throat grips and releases his cock at a rapid pace. The side effect of his speed and force is that this gets him to orgasm so fast, you don't even notice him changing rhythm at all when a sudden stream of semen hits the back of your throat. His balls empty themselves right into your inviting stomach, and seconds later, it's all over.<<if $throatclit is 1>> He was so fast, even your new and improved throat g-spot didn't send you over the edge.<<endif>> @@.blue;"Didn't expect you to take that so well,"@@ he admits. @@.blue;"Still, what's with the sudden blowjob? Figured you were a cock-crazed whore from your looks. Don't get me wrong, I'm very accommodating towards cock-crazed whores, it's just that while you just got your breakfast, I don't have food on my table."@@ Gee, how nice of him. Alright, obviously you don't have to wait for pillowtalk here. [[Let's move on.|Week 4, Day 6 - Fifth Phase]]\ \ <<endif>>\ <<else>>You're about to take position <<if $sex is 1>>on the customer's leg<<else>>between the customer's legs<<endif>>, when he interrupts you. @@.blue;"Tell me you are not planning to have sex with me right now,"@@ he asks in a voice so calm, it's more frightening than if he just shouted you down. You don't know what to do, so you just stare at him with big eyes that say all that needs to be said. He was obviously not happy with your first attempt, so you tried to smooth things over with some extra effort. He pulls you up and starts closing in on you. [[What does he have on his mind right now?|Week 4, Day 6 - Rape]]\ <<endif>>

<<set $points -= 5>><<set $number3 = 1>><<set $numbers += 1>><<if $horniness gte 2>><<set $horniness -= 2>><<else>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>\ \ You move behind the customer, who doesn't even notice you, as entranced as he is by the TV programme. Like a snake, you burst forward, grabbing his arms and dragging him over to the bed. The man doesn't even seem to process what is happening. Your previous obedience has rendered him over-confident. Once you reach the bed, you pull his arms up. The bed frame is made of metal, and the head end has a pattern of vertical iron bars. Threading his arms through the bars, then cuffing them together, you leave him completely immobile before he even knows what happened. Nicely done. You can do a little better though. All these people colluding to ruin your life over the course of a month and just getting away with it... you'll have at least a tiny bit of revenge. So you kneel over the man's chest and start raising your skirt with your left. The terror over what you're planning to do becomes evident on his face. With your right hand, you pull down your panties, <<if $penis is 1>>making your dick plop out<<else>>exposing your pussy to the air<<endif>>. Now, at the latest, he knows what you have in mind. As he tries to voice his concerns, you rush forward to mute him with your <<if $penis is 1>>half-erect meat<<else>>sopping wet flaps<<endif>>. His opened mouth is his downfall, as you easily get access to his tongue, relishing the feel on your private area. You move around like this for a while longer to make sure that he gets a <em>really</em> good taste, but you don't actually reach orgasm. It would undoubtedly take you a long time to actually do this to completion, time that may better be spent resting up or beating any challenges that may still await you. After ten minutes or so, you release the guy, who seems absolutely desolate at his fate right now. If he knew what you've been through... In reaction to your assault, he tries to turn away from you, which reveals a little tattoo on his neck; the number 9. Might be a clue... <<if $numbers gte 1>>especially considering that it's not the first 9 you've come across this week.<<endif>> So you [[move on|Week 4, Day 6 - Day Finished]], evidently finished with the challenge, seeing as the door opens up for some reason.

<<if $wrong is 0>><<set $points += 1>><<endif>>\ Not bad, not bad at all! Looks like you made it. The customer is merrily chomping away at his breakfast while watching men in tights engage in rather violent activities and it looks like you did your job<<if $wrong is 1>> near<<endif>> perfectly. Whether that is something to be proud of is another question entirely, but it's undeniable that avoiding punishment is a good thing. <<if $sex is 0 and $blowjob is 0>>It's true, you're done with all that he asked for. But what about good things he didn't ask for? You have some ideas to earn some extra points with him. Or maybe that's just an excuse for your libido? [[Ride his cock.|Week 4, Day 6 - Cockride]] [[Blow him from under the table.|Week 4, Day 6 - Sucking]] <<endif>>[[Take a breather and call it a day.|Week 4, Day 6 - Performance Review]]

<<set $number3 = 1>><<set $numbers += 1>><<set $points += 2>><<set $horniness = 0>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $loads += 1>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<endif>><<set $creampies4 += 2>>You figure you've come this far, so might as well finish with a flourish. While the customer is still going at his breakfast, you swing one leg over his lap, sitting down on his thighs, facing him. He gives no immediate reaction. He just looks at you. You suppose that's encouragement enough. Looking him right in the eyes, you pull up your tight skirt over your thin waist and pull your panties down, exposing your <<if $penis is 1>>boyclit, which doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest<<else>>needy pussy<<endif>>. Still, there's not a lot of reaction from the customer, but you think you see some minor excitement reflected on his facial expression. He tries not to show it, but it's there. You don't need anything more than that. Slowly undoing the zipper, relishing the sound, you free the customer's cock from his pants. Cautiously, you raise yourself up over it, then insert it into you. Goddamn, he's <em>huge</em>. You're legitimately unable to take him all the way for now, just pushing maybe three quarters of the way down his ridiculous length. No doubt, this is the biggest you ever had, and you're going to make the most of it. You spit on your right hand to lube his meat and your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter<<else>>slit<<endif>> a little bit. As your hole adapts to the dick inside it, taking on its shape like play-doh, you feel yourself slide down further with every thrust. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.blue;"Oh -uck, oh -uck, don't sto-!"@@ you can't help but squeal as you're being utterly filled by man-meat.<<else>>@@.blue;"Oh fuck, oh fuck, don't stop!"@@ you can't help but squeal as you're being utterly filled by man-meat.<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Oh -uck, oh -uck, don't sto-!"@@ you can't help but squeal as you're being utterly filled by man-meat.<<else>>@@.fetish;"Oh fuck, oh fuck, don't stop!"@@ you can't help but squeal as you're being utterly filled by man-meat.<<endif>><<endif>> Your insides feel like they're getting crushed once your fuckhole reforms to suck in the entirety of this guy's monster cock. Your squeals turn extremely high-pitched when you feel it hit <<if $penis is 1>>the very end of your anus, mixing pleasure with pain<<elseif $penis is 0>>your cervix, reminding you have your new, complete femininity<<endif>>. Now that your love canal is fully capable of servicing this man's meat, you feel it pulse one last time as an enormous torrent of cum is pushed through its length and finally injected straight into you. You collapse onto the man's shoulder as an orgasm washes over you, robbing you of oxygen. Hyperventilating, you ride out this wave of pleasure. Hey, he's got a tattoo on his neck! A "9"... curious. You make a mental note of it. After you calm yourself, you rise up again and look the stranger in the eyes, while he moves his head to the side, avoiding yours. @@.blue;"Damn, you made me miss my show,"@@ he complains. Your heart sinks for a moment, but he quickly shifts his gaze back towards you and grins slyly. @@.blue;"You know what, you weren't a terrible lay, not at all. While I'd have loved to have seen some more of the TV, I definitely count this here as 'extra service'. It's sweet of you to have done this for me,"@@ he says as he affectionately brushes some strands of your hair behind your left ear, @@.blue;"most girls I know are hard to convince to do this kind of thing. You're a real natural."@@ @@.blue;"That only makes it more disappointing that our time together ends here. Hop along, my little maid,"@@ he pats you on your butt one last time, @@.blue;"I'm sure you've got more services to provide."@@ With that, like it's nothing, he disappears out the door. His last comment only reminds you that you're still wearing the maid outfit. You've really gone all out on masculine wet dreams today, haven't you? You're not ashamed of it, you had your fun, completely of your own volition. But it's time to take this off and [[stop being a caricature for the day.|Week 4, Day 6 - Day Finished]]

<<set $number3 = 1>><<set $numbers += 1>><<set $points += 3>><<set $horniness += 1>><<if $throatclit is 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $perversion += 1>><<else>><<set $loads += 1>><<endif>><<set $horniness = 0>><<endif>>Service can't be complete without some servicing. You've already come this far, you really want to score as high as you can. That means letting the dear customer score some, too. You figure it's best to stay out of his way for the most part. The table is conveniently large, and surprisingly roomy below. You doubt the customer even noticed you slip underneaht. Step by step, you push forward until you're facing his crotch. He keeps his legs spread obscenely widely, which makes your job easier, but looks kind of obnoxious. Before you even touch his zipper, the customer looks down at you and smiles. It's almost like he knew you'd end up down here... His pants slowly come off at your expert touch and you're hit in the face -- literally -- with the largest cock you've seen yet. For a few moments, you just stare at it, and while the man doesn't look at you anymore, his confidence is tangible. Cautiously, you stretch out your arm and touch the beast, which rears its head at your gentle contact. You twitch backwards a little, for the first time in a while intimidated at the sight of male genitalia. Pulling back its foreskin a little, you kiss the monster's sensitive glans a bit; three, four little pecks to show your good intentions. Its erratic movements slow and calm as it becomes familiar with the sensations of your touch. That means it's time to get started. Your last kiss is a long one, caressing the glans of the customer's cock for a few seconds more. From there, you let gravity do the rest, taking you down the monstrosity's length as your lips give way to the girthy intruder. Once you're down a few inches, your tongue draws a trail of saliva along the underside of the beast in your mouth, which pleases it greatly. You run it back and forth a little, playing with different angles. An obvious shiver runs through the customer, silent praise for your efforts. Despite them, you barely get three quarters of the way to the man's pubic hair though. Your throat received quite a few workouts, but you're not sure it can take <em>this</em>. Even after getting used to the sheer size, there's a good two inches that remains completely dry, untouched by your cock massagers. Luckily, you can tell that your ministrations have an effect regardless. The caresses of your throat emit loud gagging sounds and provoke hissing every time the customer has to breathe in sharply. Apparently, he tries to delay orgasm and so far, he's doing quite a good job of it. Every man has its limits, and you resolve to find his. To make up for the tightness of your throat, you fondle the customer's testicles affectionately, tickling them playfully. Again, it's easy to tell how much he loves it, which gives you a tingle in return. Finally, you think you reach his breaking point. One of his hands now actually wanders down towards you. First you think he's going to push your head down on his rod brutally, but instead he lovingly strokes your cheek in gratitude, smiling down at you. Motivated by his sweet gesture, you force yourself down further, bobbing your head left and right, forcing your throat open to take the entire monstrous cock. Oh <em>God</em>, it feels so good you can't help but moan at the complete and utter fullness you're experiencing. The vibrations of your groans send the customer over the edge, who deposits an unbelievable torrent of cum straight into your stomach, bypassing your mouth completely.<<if $throatclit is 1>> His baby batter passing through his rod is enough to send your throatclit spasming and giving you a juicy orgasm of your own.<<endif>> Drunk with pleasure, you pop off his cock, stunned at your accomplishment as you see the length again that was inside you for the past few minutes. You both need a breather after that. Your first instict was actually to clean your lover up a bit, but with how deep he was rooted inside you, there actually wasn't a speck of sperm left to find. After both of you have some oxygen back in your system -- especially you -- you get back out from under the table, met with a smiling customer. @@.blue;"That was <em>incredible</em>,"@@ the otherwise withdrawn, over-confident and serious man praises you. @@.blue;"Haven't yet met a match for my dick, but you took it all, didn't you?"@@ Blushing at his praise, you nod your head meekly. @@.blue;"Shit, that makes me wish I could keep you for myself. I love that outfit on you, and your skills speak for themselves. <<if $asianProgress gte 4>>I hope it doesn't come across as insensitive, but I've got major 'Yellow Fever' as well, I can't deny that, so you're pushing all my buttons.<<else>>Though, and I hope that doesn't sound insensitive, I'm more into the Asian complexion, you know?<<endif>> Doesn't matter though, you're a gift from the heavens, and I'll tell your boss exactly that. Take care my little maid,"@@ he pats you on your cute ass one more time, @@.blue;"I truly hope we'll meet again."@@ With that, he disappears, the only evidence of your meeting the sloshing load that grumbles inside your stomach. You have your protein sorted out for a day or two. As he turns around, you see a little number "9" tattooed on the back of his neck... Curious. You make a mental note of it and, content with your performance, [[you let the day end.|Week 4, Day 6 - Day Finished]]

<<set $number3 = 1>><<set $numbers += 1>>You think you earned some rest after that. It may not have looked like much, but it was definitely something... Ah, don't overdo it, better enjoy the little break that you have here. Since you don't have much else to do, you just pull up a chair and watch the show together with the client. It's dreadfully boring; you've never been much of a sports enthusiast and you'd bet all those girly hormones the choker must pump you full of don't change <em>that</em>. The customer is completely enraptured. You've never seen a man so entranced by a TV. Because he is, and because you find observing him more interesting than the TV itself, you notice something. On his neck, there's a tattooed "9"... Curious. You make a mental note of it. Anyway, at least his television trance tells you you did a decent job. Actually, the customer does so literally. After having finished his meal, his attention to the TV show wavers, and he addresses you. @@.blue;"Phenomenal job, Maid. <<if $wrong gte 1>>Not without its faults, but I am definitely satisfied.<<else>>There's absolutely nothing I could fault you for, incredible.<<endif>> I very much enjoyed your attention,"@@ he says while running a finger over your left breast, @@.blue;"and will make sure to recommend your service."@@ With that, and a pat on your ass, the customer says good by as the day [[comes to a close.|Week 4, Day 6 - Day Finished]]

Sleep does catch you quickly, though you're not sure you'd call it restful. Indeed, your imagination runs quite wild, instead of letting you have some peace and quiet. An image emerges. You're walking along the pavement. It's dark. Your surroundings are foreign to you, but people speak English. Occasionally, people pass you by, but it'snot very crowded. If you had to take a guess, you'd say small to middle-sized town. You blow a bubble with your chewing gum. After it pops, you suck the remains back into your mouth. In a sassy gesture, you pick your phone out of your purse with painted fingernails. You briefly read the text on screen and drop it back into your bag. @@.desiree;"Get into his apartment. Don't be forceful. Once you're in, he's all yours."@@ Dropping your arms, you subtly drag your skirt down a little. Goddamn, your panties are soaked. They usually are when you're recruiting. The bar you're supposed to pick the guy up from is pretty dingy, but no place you need to be afraid of. In a worst case scenario, you know you have watchful eyes fixed on you anyway. Not searching long, you find your target already sitting at the bar, though "drooping" may be more accurate. What a sad scene. @@.fetish;"What's happening, handsome?"@@ You sit down on the stool next to him and you think he's going to collapse for a second. Like a caricature, he looks around to check whether you're really talking to him. @@.blue;"Uhh, nothing much, I guess,"@@ he chuckles awkwardly. @@.blue;"You... you want a drink?"@@ Ooh, he's got some notion of proper etiquette. A man who knows how to treat a girl. You nod with a smile. @@.blue;"So, what are you doing here?"@@ he asks, trying to make conversation. @@.fetish;"Well, what are <em>you</em> doing here?"@@ you retort, though it takes him a bit to notice you giggling quietly. @@.fetish;"What does anybody do in a bar? Meet new people... drown your sorrows?"@@ That last bit was clearly a statement on the intel you received on this guy, but you posit it like a question. @@.blue;"Is it so obvious?"@@ he grins wistfully. Yes, yes it is, but spying helps too. @@.fetish;"Kind of,"@@ you draw a finger up his arm. @@.fetish;"But this is hardly the place to lay down your sorrows, is it? How about we go back to your place and we talk a little more... intimately?"@@ you rest your hands on his shoulder, and then your head on your fingers. As you lean forward, his gaze drops down, but quickly raises to meet your eyes again. You figure you know what caught his eye. @@.blue;"You mean? Uhh, of course, sure, let's do that."@@ Yep, he's putty in your hands. Step by step, you're getting there. And getting there fast. The poor guy is fiddling with his keys outside his apartment, clearly nervous. You'll make that fear go away. After way more time than necessary, you're finally in his apartment. @@.desiree;"Once you're in, he's all yours."@@ That's right, and you don't plan to waste any time. As he's walking inside, you surreptitiously work a hand inside your purse, retrieve the choker inaudibly and squeeze it into the back of your skirt, so that it pokes out on top and the elastic band holds it up. Of course this guy is so nervous, he didn't notice a thing. The rhinestones tickle your butt, but you can keep that squeal of pleasure muffled. You can't let your horniness overtake you just yet. His bed is off to the right. Perfect, no complicated hallways to navigate through while hiding the choker. When your target turns around, you've already taken him by the arm, walking backwards to his bed with a suggestive gaze and gait. You sit down and pat the space next to you after dropping your purse where you can reach it, just in case. He joins you in a heartbeat. You don't hesitate for a second before going in for a kiss, making out with him. It only lasts for five minutes; you feel he's ready. Subtly, you starts pushing him back while never breaking the kiss. He's lying down on his bed, shifting positions a little so that you're aligned properly and don't run the risk of falling off. You're on top. Your lips remain locked as you reach one hand behind to retrieve the choker. With little fanfare, you wrap it snugly, but lovingly around his neck. She's noticeably surprised, though not upset. Her right hand reaches up, feeling the material. @@.blue;"What's that all about?"@@ she grins while asking, clearly unsuspecting of what you do. Gosh, she looks so pretty as a <<if $bimboFirst is 1>>@@.pink;BIMBO@@<<else>>@@.azure;CUMSLUT@@<<endif>>... It reminds you of simpler times, when you thought you wanted to resist your wonderful, pleasurable fate. You relish the moment, taking the hand she used to touch her choker and guide it to your own. @@.fetish;"Now you have one... and I have one..."@@ you can't hide a little moan at the end of that sentence. @@.blue;"Oh wow, am I part of some cult now?"@@ she asks in jest. @@.fetish;"One of us, one of us!"@@ you chant, half-joking. @@.fetish;"Don't worry about a thing, dear. It means nothing but a new, perfect life. Once you're broken, it's utter joy and bliss like you've never experienced before."@@ Hearing those words does appear to worry her slightly, but you're not concerned; she's part of the collective now. Soon, she won't know how to worry at all. <<if $bimboFirst is 1>>\ <<if $penis is 1>>You don't get to use your boyclit like this very often anymore, but you know it's time. You raise your skirt and pull down your panties. For the first time this evening, your sister is truly shocked. She probably expected something else to crown your crotch. Nonetheless, she makes no move to leave. Pulling down her pants, you line up your hips with her sphincter. One firm push, and you see that @@.pink;fog@@-induced appear on her face. She's yours.\ <<else>>The next step requires some more aid from your purse. Reaching in, you quickly retrieve an object that brings back almost as many memories as the choker itself. You make a big show of removing your skirt and panties, much to your sister's excitement. Once you fasten the object around your hips, she looks rather surprised. Even more so when you unceremoniously pop her cherry, driving your rubber cock inside her boypussy. Within seconds, you see that familiar @@.pink;fog@@-induced smile appear on her face. She's yours.<<endif>>\ <<elseif $cumslutFirst is 1>>\ <<if penis is 1>>You don't get to use your boyclit like this very often anymore, but you know it's time. You raise your skirt and pull down your panties. For the first time this evening, your sister is truly shocked. She probably expected something else to crown your crotch. Nonetheless, she makes no move to leave. Instead, you see those glazed over eyes transfixed on your genitals. That subtle twitch in her lips. Instead of running away in shock, she jumps you while you're lot in thought, assaulting your huge clitty for the juice hidden inside. Yes, she's yours.\ <<else>>The next step requires some more aid from your purse. Reaching in, you retrieve a device that can do quite a bit more than it appears to at first glance. You make a show of removing your skirt and panties, but your sister's gaze is transfixed of the object in your hands, which you momentarily fasten around your hips. What is a simple strap-on to the naked eye, actually comes with... some @@.azure;filling@@. Before you can begin to introduce your sister into the collective, she is overtaken by her new cravings, and jumps you while you're still in thought. She gulps down your rubber cock in one go, deepthroating it like a veteran pornstar, hoping at just a drop of that @@.azure;life essence@@ hidden inside. Yes, she's yours.<<endif>>\ <<endif>> Just as you have her under your spell, the scene blurs, before [[it completely vanishes.|Week 4, Day 7 - Awakening (and Pregnancy)]]

Sleep does catch you quickly, though you're not sure you'd call it restful. Indeed, your imagination runs quite wild, instead of letting you have some peace and quiet. An image emerges. You're on all fours. You can't get up. Are you tied down? Not quite, there aren't any ropes you can feel. With some difficulty, you angle your head downwards. It seems your arms are stuck in tubes, keeping them restrained. Your neck is encased by some kind of metal lock and you can't move your legs either. Undoubtedly, the most pressure is on your breasts though, which get continuously fondled and sucked noisily by some other contraption below you. It feels... soooooo good... From behind, fleshy rubber penetrates you. The fucking machines run endlessly, mercilessly. It's pleasurable, but artificial. You're kept constantly sore by the unending assault of rubber toys ploughing your <<if $penis is 1>>new <<endif>>pussy. Now, however, the thrusts stop. The machine is being removed from your fuckhole. You know it'll be very temporary, but... could it be time already? Your last real cock must have been two hours ago. You're starving for human contact. For human dick. Hands grip your hips firmly, and your body starts trembling. It really is time for another insemination. Your vision starts blurring in excitement, and you coo in anticipation. The moment you feel the cock push inside you, the sight before you crumbles entirely, [[dispelled by the sudden orgasm.|Week 4, Day 7 - Awakening (and Pregnancy)]]

Sleep does catch you quickly, though you're not sure you'd call it restful. Indeed, your imagination runs quite wild, instead of letting you have some peace and quiet. An image emerges. You're rather late. Running down the luxurious hallway, the bell around your neck is clanging, announcing your arrival. Hurriedly, you knock on one of the many doors, your heavy breasts lazily swinging from side to side. It looks like you're in a hotel. A male voice beckons you inside and you quickly comply. @@.fetish;"Please excuse me, Sir. I'm bringing your milk. Where would you like it?"@@ you ask, out of breath. The man doesn't answer, just nods towards an empty, clean glass on his breakfast table as he goes back to reading his newspaper. Phew, that'll make things quick. You start rubbing and caressing one tit with your right hand, while picking up the glass with your other. After getting your udder a little warmed up, you press down on the teat and start squirting milk into the angled glass with perfect aim. You can tell the man is peeking around his newspaper to get a good look at you delivering his milk. You smile when he looks over, but stay concentrated on filling the glass, which you top up momentarily. He had to wait a little, so you squirted him a little extra. With a quick curtsey, you excuse yourself. There are still plenty more guests waiting. Knocking on another door, you're asked to enter just like you were a minute ago. Your bell chimes softly as you walk in more calmly. @@.fetish;"Good morning, Sir. Please excuse the delay. Where would you like your milk?"@@ Like the last guest, he doesn't answer verbally, instead just motions you to come over. You can imagine what that means. Before he says another word, you sit down in his lap, digging your left shoulder into his right. With one hand, you grab your left tit, to give the other one a little break, and offer it to the customer. For a few moments, he just takes it into his hand, massaging it gently. You can feel your nipples moisten. <em>God</em>, why is everybody such a tease. As if feeling your desperation, the guest suddenly clamps his lips over your teat and starts sucking furiously. You're thrown into an orgasm so strong, [[it dispels the scene before you|Week 4, Day 7 - Awakening (and Pregnancy)]] as the first stream of milk shoots out of you.

Sleep does catch you quickly, though you're not sure you'd call it restful. Indeed, your imagination runs quite wild, instead of letting you have some peace and quiet. An image emerges. You're in a hallway with many doors to both sides. In fact, you're standing right in front of one. It all looks quite luxurious; you're in a hotel. Nervously, you straighten your frilly, black-and-white skirt and knock on the door. A male voice bids you in. Naturally, you honour his request and walk inside. @@.fetish;"You asked for me, Sir?"@@ The man looks you up and down. Certain parts of you get looked at more thoroughly. @@.blue;"I did,"@@ he confirms, tapping the side of the chair he's sitting in. Understanding, you walk to his side and kneel there, waiting for orders. They come non-verbally. The guest takes your right hand and drops it into his crotch. A mild request. That means less tips, but that is the life of a maid. You stroke the man's crotch through his jeans. Foreplay doesn't require as much time with male guests, so the zipper goes down quickly. You help the guest undress and fold his pants and underwear neatly, putting them aside on the bed. In seconds, you're back on your knees, stroking an engorged penis. @@.fetish;"Does it feel nice, Sir?"@@ you inquire. @@.blue;"...Amazing,"@@ he gasps after a sharp inhale. @@.blue;"Call me 'Daddy'."@@ @@.fetish;"Of course, Daddy,"@@ you smile at him as you continue rubbing his throbbing erection. You slide your hand over his glans a few times, to get at the most sensitive spots and lube your fingers a little with his pre-cum. After a few minutes, you switch hands. You sit on his right, using your left hand to stroke his impressive cock. That way you can use your other hand to fondle his balls a little, maybe get a squirt or two more out of the esteemed guest. You remember being right-handed, working day and night to become ambidextrous. A maid ought to be able to please from any position. @@.fetish;"How does it feel to get a handjob from your little princess, Daddy? I know it feels <em>awesome</em> for me..."@@ you almost whisper near the end, and your client doesn't recover from that. He gets up in a flash, standing before you can rubbing his cock furiously. You know exactly what he wants, and can't wait for it. You remain in your kneeling position, close your eyes, and angle your head up to meet his rod. Strings of heat drop onto your face. Two of them in quick succession, then thick pools all over your forehead and cheeks. The orgasm that ripples through you causes cracks in the scene, [[dispelling it entirely.|Week 4, Day 7 - Awakening (and Pregnancy)]]

Sleep does catch you quickly, though you're not sure you'd call it restful. Indeed, your imagination runs quite wild, instead of letting you have some peace and quiet. An image emerges. You enter a room. Cameras line a large bed off to the side. Everybody is busily running around, preparing one thing or another. The location is completely foreign to you. From the makeup of the people in here, you'd assume you're somewhere in East Asia. One of these people notices you entering, smiles at you and leads you around by the arm. In a room to the side, you're met with countless mirrors and cosmetics. A girl is waiting, apparently for you. She bids you to take a seat and momentarily starts running circles around you, always holding and swinging a variety of brush, pen or pad. Twenty minutes later and you look absolutely perfect, almost like a doll. Once again, you have barely a second before another person ushers you out of the room to your next destination. Apparently, that's the large bed you saw earlier. The movement in the room now shifts from wildly chaotic to routinely focussed. Suddenly, every camera is manned, and dozens of people have their eyes fixed on you. Through the crowd, a man steps closer, joining you on the bed. Most notably, he is completely naked. People shout instructions. They aren't in English, but you know you're supposed to lay on your back, look at the actor like you're uncertain and scared, then let him take charge. Hmmmm, @@.gold;can do@@. The cameras start rolling and you shy away from the naked man until you're propped up against the wall behind the bed. You bite your lip nervously, but there's no stopping him. He approaches you just as fast as you could get away and now you're trapped. Grabbing both of your knees, he pushes them up and aside. Your legs reluctantly make way for the man's strong arms, and his even stronger cock. With your legs at his sides, he uses his arms to position himself upon your entrance. He drags his rock-hard length up and down until you squeal, and him pushing inside viciously [[shakes you out of the scene entirely.|Week 4, Day 7 - Awakening (and Pregnancy)]]

Sleep does catch you quickly, though you're not sure you'd call it restful. Indeed, your imagination runs quite wild, instead of letting you have some peace and quiet. An image emerges. You're on the floor, more or less. The situation feels weird all over. Most noticeably, you're in some form of restraint. Your forearms have been taped to your biceps, you can see that much. Judging by the feeling, the same has been done to your shins and thighs. As a result, you awkwardly "walk" on all fours; all fours being your elbows and knees. Somehow, you can't bring yourself to think of this as a sort of restraint though. Try as you might, your head registers this as your default mode of transportation. There's a ballgag in your mouth too. Just as you want to go explore, a hand reaches up from above. It runs through your hair and starts stroking the top of your head, bouncing up against your... ears? Oh, that feels <em>so</em> nice. Like an itch you've never been able to scratch in your life, both pleasurable and comforting. Deep, pleased groans escape the holes in your gag. After a minute, the hand retracts, leaving you alone once more. Now you've got a chance to look up at the source and you see... Owner. That's not a name, is it? You know this Owner, you swear you saw her face before, but everything that comes to mind is "Owner". Seeing you looking at her, she taps her lap. By compulsion you jump up on her thighs and cuddle her, squeezing yourself into her shoulder. Owner feels so warm... What's more, her hand glides into your nether. Is she... <em>Hah,</em> yes she is! One stroke across your nethers and you groan loudly, another and you orgasm so hard [[the scene before you disappears|Week 4, Day 7 - Awakening (and Pregnancy)]], the last thing you see the smile of your loving Owner.

Sleep does catch you quickly, though you're not sure you'd call it restful. Indeed, your imagination runs quite wild, instead of letting you have some peace and quiet. An image emerges. You're standing in a room. Obviously, it belongs to the same facility you were in just moments earlier. It has the same sterile feeling, but it's not quite as empty as the many hallways you traversed this past week. There are control panels all around you, lit up brightly. Most noticeably is what's lying beneath you. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@. You're towering over her triumphantly, with her looking up at you. Now that you focus on it, you feel your neck is free of any choker. Hers isn't. Which brings you to the way she's looking at you. Her face has taken on a form you haven't seen on her in the short time you've known the arrogant woman. Fear. She's gazing at you with a fearful, pleading look, as if begging for mercy. You seem quite agitated, standing before her with hide legs and heaving shoulders, breathing heavily. In the corner, you can see two figures; @@.lucas;Lucas@@<<if $lucasNeutral is 1>>, in his recently transformed body,<<endif>> and @@.robert;Robert@@<<if $robertNeutral is 1>>, or whatever his name is now<<endif>>. Both of them share the same look as @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, with an added bit of surprise and shock. What happened here? Any neutral observer would know exactly where to look for the bad guy. But you aren't, you know you aren't. Yet there is this compulsion manifesting itself inside you. Right now, you feel beyond tempted to just take that little slut beneath you by the head and ram it into your crotch, letting her repay you for your distress and suffering. Yes. You can't resist the urge that's growing inside. You won, and she should know. Forcefully, you grab her hair and shove her between your legs, signalling her to get used to this type of work. The moment her lips start their task, your arousal skyrockets and explodes, [[dispelling the scene before your eyes.|Week 4, Day 7 - Awakening (and Pregnancy)]]

Sleep does catch you quickly, though you're not sure you'd call it restful. Indeed, your imagination runs quite wild, instead of letting you have some peace and quiet. An image emerges. <<if $robertEnemy1 is 1>>You're standing in an apartment. The kitchen, to be exact. There are pans and pots all around you. It's not clear exactly what dish is cooking, but you know you are cooking it and obviously know the steps. A thought creeps into your head. @@.fetish;"What if hubby doesn't like it?"@@ You dread to think of it. Hopefully, he had a good day at work. But you never know these days. If he's not pleased, you actually know quite well what will happen. First, you'll get hell at the dinner table. Second, you'll get hell <em>on</em> the dinner table. You've shined the gags and folded the ropes. If dinner goes wrong, maybe he'll go easier on you for preparing his tools obediently. You sigh... He won't, you know he won't. In fact, he may be more eager to use them when he finds them neatly sorted, and go hard enough that they actually <em>require</em> cleaning next time. God, you need to think of something else. Your panties -- hah, who are you kidding; you mean "your thighs" -- are soaking with juices. If you make a stain in the carpet, the quality of the meal won't matter at all. You hear a key turning in the front door lock. He's home already! <em>Shit</em>, that's not good, but food's almost done. Some more seasoning and preparing the plates and you actually have the table ready before @@.robert;Robert@@ has taken off his coat, which you hastily take off him and put on the hanger. @@.fetish;"Good evening, honey,"@@ you greet him, @@.fetish;"f-food's already on the table."@@ Without as much as a look, he passes you and sits down. You pour him a beer -- fresh and cold -- before taking a seat of your own, next to him. He doesn't start eating right away. Instead, he inspects his food closely. You already cower a little, preparing yourself for an onslaught of verbal abuse, if not physical. Surprisingly, @@.robert;Robert@@ just picks up his cutlery and starts eating. Even after the first bite, he enthusiastically gets another one, eating his meal quietly. Apprehensively, you start to pick at your own, daintier portion as well. @@.robert;Robert@@ finishes his dinner faster and you're startled when his hand suddenly drops into your crotch. @@.robert;"I see you've kept yourself wet for me. Good. You've finally managed to make a proper meal for your man. It's like I told you; I'm strict, but it's to your own benefit. You'll learn from your mistakes and come out a better wife. I think you seeing that deserves a little reward."@@ He stands up and raises you as well. You're facing him, but he won't have any of that. With his strong hands, he grabs your hips and turns you around, before bending you over the table. After he pulls up your already short skirt, he has access to your nethers and rests his length against your sphincter. <<if $penis is 1>>He demanded that you get a pussy for him, but never used it once.<<else>>Even though you have a perfect pussy, begging to be used, he <em>always</em> fucks your ass.<<endif>> @@.fetish;"Maybe one day he'll love me,"@@ you think to yourself. @@.fetish;"I'm sure he will. It's not so bad, really. He didn't even use the whip today,"@@ you think to yourself as the first thrust of your husband [[collapses the scene before, or rather behind you.|Week 4, Day 7 - Awakening (and Pregnancy)]]\ \ <<elseif $robertAlly1 is 1>>You're standing in an apartment. The kitchen, to be exact. There are pans and pots all around you. It's not clear exactly what dish is cooking, but you know you are cooking it and obviously know the steps. You're modestly dressed. It's getting rather late, but you got a text warning you that dinner would probably be a little delayed. The office has been rather busy recently, so you're not surprised. You can manage anyway. Behind you, keys are turning in the apartment door. Hubby's home. Food should be about ready too. You switch everything off and start filling the plates. Yours rather empty, your poor, hard-working husband's filled with plenty. Two hands feel up your hips. You turn around to meet @@.robert;Robert@@'s lips, giving you a quick peck on the mouth. Before you can set the table, he takes one of the plates out of your hands, partly to help you, partly to get at it faster. Poor baby, he must be ravenous. Dinner's uneventful, but pleasant. @@.robert;Robert@@ talks a lot about work. Lots of red tape, lots of unnecessary hierarchy. You're glad the days of worrying about such things are over for you, but you can still relate to his pain. Since he came home so late, you pretty much head straight to bed. You can tell @@.robert;Robert@@ wants to go to sleep before he even undressed, but there <em>is</em> one thing that does worry you. @@.fetish;"Honey?"@@ you whisper to him, hoping that he didn't drop unconscious right away. He does react and looks at you, who's looking up from his shoulder with big doe eyes. @@.robert;"Again?"@@ he asks, and you just bite your lips and nod your head. @@.robert;"The things I put up with,"@@ he grins and removes his underwear. Even still, you feel the impact of the choker, months after you got rid of it. You wonder if the residual effects will ever vanish completely. Clearly, @@.robert;Robert@@ was joking just now, but you do feel your nymphomaniac's libido is exhausting him. His job is already doing enough of that, he should be able to relax at home. @@.robert;Robert@@ is resting his dick at your entrance. He got hard fast and you let out a sigh at the promise of relief at the end of a long day. Nonetheless, your eyes drift towards the locked drawers to the side. You know well what's in there, what has bound you for the most terrifying month of your life. At the same time, <em>this</em> would never have been possible without it. Every day, you wonder harder. If you wrapped it around his neck, would he come out happier, just like you did? Not just your thoughts, but [[the entire scene is disrupted|Week 4, Day 7 - Awakening (and Pregnancy)]] when @@.robert;Robert@@ pushes inside you, relieving you of your concerns.\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 4, @@.fetish;Sunday@@">>\ \ <<if $creampies2 gte 3 and $contraception2 is 0>><<set $pregnant = 1>><<set $pregnant2 = 1>>\ <<elseif $creampies2 gte 7 and $contraception2 is 1>><<set $pregnant = 1>><<set $pregnant2 = 1>>\ <<elseif $creampies3 gte 3 and $contraception3 is 0>><<set $pregnant = 1>><<set $pregnant3 = 1>>\ <<elseif $creampies3 gte 7 and $contraception3 is 1>><<set $pregnant = 1>><<set $pregnant3 = 1>>\ <<elseif $creampies4 gte 3 and $contraception4 is 0>><<set $pregnant = 1>><<set $pregnant4 = 1>>\ <<elseif $creampies4 gte 7 and $contraception4 is 1>><<set $pregnant = 1>><<set $pregnant4 = 1>>\ <<elseif $creampies2 + $creampies3 + $creampies4 gte 15>><<set $pregnant = 1>><<endif>>\ \ You wake up to see the very floor and walls you saw when you settled down here last night. So it really was just a dream. A shiver runs through your body, one that you can't quite place. Excitement? Fear? Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither. What's evident is that you're rather nervous, afraid that today will truly decide your fate, more than any week before. That apprehension completely distracts you from the presence of @@.blue;Marie@@, who startles you with her greeting, which gets her talking for a bit. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>Then, her feet are twisting on the same spot and she looks to the floor, embarrassed.<<endif>> <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.blue;"I'm..."@@ she starts before losing her voice. @@.blue;"I'm sorry I called you a faggot. You're not a fag, you're... you're cute."@@ That's quite something. You have to admit you're a little bit stunned, but @@.blue;Marie@@ doesn't know how to interpret your stare. @@.blue;"I said it, okay, can we just move on?!"@@ she shouts, then immediately tries to compose herself again. <<endif>>@@.blue;"So, you did the maid trial..."@@ she tries to change topics. <<if $points lte 0>>@@.blue;"Honestly, could you have done any worse?"@@ she blurts out, once again irate. @@.blue;"Do you have some kind of problem with me?<<if $fetishChoker is 0>> Was it because of the 'faggot thing'? Don't be so sensitive!<<endif>> I tell you every day, please try to do well at the maid trial and you become one of the worst contestants there, <em>ever</em>. Like, come on! Are you really that dumb?"@@ she catches herself insulting you. @@.blue;"There I go and cuss,"@@ she clears her throat. @@.blue;"I shouldn't have said that, but still. It's like you deliberately try to hurt me... Come on, let's go,"@@ she says conciliatorily, [[bidding you to follow her.|Week 4, Day 7 - To Door or Not To Door]]\ <<elseif $points lte 4>>@@.blue;"I suppose you tried,"@@ she says in an obviously disappointed tone. @@.blue;"Being a maid is difficult work. A complex, forgotten art. I take pride in my work and I see that I can't fault you for coming up short. Still, I can't hide my disappointment at staying alone. Thanks for at least giving it a try. Maybe an opportunity for a retake will arise."@@ No thank you. @@.blue;"That's all, then. Come along,"@@ she waves you to [[follow her.|Week 4, Day 7 - To Door or Not To Door]]\ <<elseif $points gte 5>>@@.blue;"And you did <em>sooooooo</em> well! God, I can't wait to have my own little maid sister and fucktoy,"@@ she jumps you, crushing you in a surprisigly strong bear hug. @@.blue;"Oh, I love you so much,"@@ and there's a big, wet kiss on the lips. This girl and her mood swings... @@.blue;"Oh I can't wait, and today's your big day too! I didn't even see you in your cute outfit, hmmmm, but soon I'll see you in it all the time... Just a few more hours."@@ So something <em>is</em> happening today. @@.blue;"Come on already, let's goooo!"@@ she impatiently waves at you to [[follow her.|Week 4, Day 7 - To Door or Not To Door]] A wet trail of liquid leads to the space between her legs.\ <<endif>>

@@.blue;Marie@@ drags you from one hallway to another. Well, at least one thing that you can count on. There's pretty much no talk, she just wants to get you to your destination, whatever that will be. Naturally, you're rather alert in the company of somebody like her. You don't notice her doing anything suspicious though, and nobody else shows up to suddenly block your way either. Are you really headed to the final fate-determining encounter? Not quite yet, as you stop in front of two doors. One has a keypad, the other doesn't. Other than that, they look pretty much identical. @@.blue;"You need to go into this door," Marie@@ says while pointing to the one without a keypad. @@.blue;"You'll be awaited."@@ She doesn't say anything more than that<<if $points gte 5>>, but you see her gushing at the thought of what's behind the door<<endif>>.<<if $fetishChoker is 0>> Something touches your hand. @@.blue;Marie@@ gave you something. You turn your hand around and see the choker that you valiantly refused all week. @@.blue;"There, you win, congrats. I don't want to carry the thing around with me any longer than I have to, I have enough work as it is. You keep it as a memento or whatever, I don't really care."@@ Well, may come in handy. May be your downfall, too. <<if $points gte 5>>This girl's mood swings are rather entertaining, though dangerous. You hope she'll cut that out soon.<<endif>>\ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>Well, that doesn't tell you much. What does "needing to go in there" even mean to her? Probably something wildly different from your definition, you'd guess.<<endif>> That brings you back to the doors though. The keypad goes from 0 to 9, in a standard phone setup. There are no special buttons, not even a "confirm" or "delete". @@.blue;Marie@@ sees you eyeing the pad. @@.blue;"I saw somebody use it once. Pretty sure there was a '9' somewhere in the code,"@@ she mumbles absentmindedly. You're not supposed to go in there... Do you try the keypad? <<if $number1 + $number2 + $number3 is 3>>You did get three numbers over the course of the week. Three nines. The question is, are three numbers enough?<<endif>> [[Sure, I need help now more than ever.|Week 4, Day 7 - Keypad]] [[No, I'm not risking anything this late.|Week 4, Day 7 - Facing Fate]]

What do you put into the Keypad? <<timed 5s t8n>><span id="anus"><em>(Type a number, then press Enter)</em></span><<next>><<replace #anus>> <</replace>><</timed>> <<textbox "$keypad" "" "Keypad Results" autofocus>>

Shit. Shit shit shit shit <em>shit</em>. Here you are, walking through hallways like it's any other day. It may well be. But there's this apprehensive feeling that you're going to be facing your adversary behind the next door... and it might not even be <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>, as you would've initially thought. First, there's a second hallway to traverse, hardly doing anything to dispel your anxiety.<<if $string is 1>> Trying to reassure yourself, your hand moves up to the choker which you strung around your neck. This has to work...<<endif>> You're just walking, step by step, knees shaking. It feels like the longest walk you've ever taken. Droplets of sweat form on your forehead. You dearly hope you've made the right choices. At the end of the second hallway is a door. An open door. That apprehension you felt turns into fully fledged panic. [[DÃ©sirÃ©e is expecting you|Week 4, Day 7 - Showdown]] with a wide grin.

<<if $keypad is "999">>There are a few breathless seconds of nervewracking anxiety. Then, a pleasant chime that couldn't possibly signal failure is emitted by the console. Confidently, you [[walk into the opening room|Week 4, Day 7 - Last Storage Room]], with @@.blue;Marie@@ curiously sticking her head in.\ \ <<else>>There's a brief pause after you type in what you think to be the solution. Then, a loud, blaring horn announces that you messed up. You hold your breath, but nothing happens. Relieved, you exhale again. You half-expected some dudebro to jump out and fuck you silly. Obviously, you want to try again. If there's no consequence for failing, what does it matter? Before your finger touches the keypad, @@.blue;Marie@@ interrupts you. @@.blue;"I wouldn't do that,"@@ she warns, then stops. You ask her to elaborate. @@.blue;"I just wouldn't, that's all. Heard tales of what happens to people who fail this thing twice. I wouldn't do that,"@@ she reiterates. Well, that's rather ominous. What good does that explanation do? She may just be trying to keep you out. In a way, the warning motivates you further. Still, the choice is yours to make. Do you try your luck again, and risk that ominous second failure? [[She's fucking with you, give it another try.|Week 4, Day 7 - Second Keypad]] [[She may be right, let's just go through the other door.|Week 4, Day 7 - Facing Fate]]<<endif>>

What do you put into the Keypad? <<timed 5s t8n>><span id="anus"><em>(Type a number, then press Enter)</em></span><<next>><<replace #anus>> <</replace>><</timed>> <<textbox "$keypad" "" "Keypad Results - The Sequel" autofocus>>

It seems underwhelming at first. All that's here is a storage room, looking completely unremarkable, if it weren't for the keypad outside. Tons of tools are strewn around, one as ordinary as the other. You're not a mechanic, nor overly handy, but you recognise all of them at least vaguely. All of them but one. Plain as day on a shelf lies a tool you've never seen before. It looks a little like the tool that store clerks use to remove those anti-theft plastic devices from clothes. There are two prongs, probably used to hold the thing that would presumably be torn off. Minutes pass before it clicks. The choker! Maybe it's a tool to remove and break it? It looks like the size might fit, so you may well be right. Before you say or do anything, @@.blue;Marie@@ interjects. @@.blue;"What are you staring at the shelves for? There's nothing here but dirty tools, some [[string|Week 4, Day 7 - String Theory]] and other random crap in this dumb shed."@@<<if $numbers gte 3>> [[String?|Week 4, Day 7 - String Theory]] That gives you a good idea...<<endif>> Let her talk, this is all up to you. What are you going to do? [[Use the alien-looking tool to break the choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - Remove the Choker]] [[Play it safe, don't fiddle with anything and go where Marie told you.|Week 4, Day 7 - Facing Fate]]

<<if $keypad is "999">>There are a few breathless seconds of nervewracking anxiety. Then, a pleasant chime that couldn't possibly signal failure is emitted by the console. That second try was well worth it! Confidently, you [[walk into the opening room|Week 4, Day 7 - Last Storage Room]], with @@.blue;Marie@@ curiously sticking her head in.\ \ <<else>>There's another excruciating long pause. That loud horn is blaring again, signalling you got the code wrong another time. Then, nothing. Pfft, you knew @@.blue;Marie@@ wa-- <strong>OW!</strong> There's a searing pain in your forehead. Not just there, actually; it follows a horizontal line all around your head to the base of your skull. Reflexively, your arms shoot up and meet metal. Something like a circlet is fixed to your head, not budging in the slightest and continually sending out painful shockwaves. Suddenly, your arms drop back down, the pain ceases, and [[everything goes quiet.|Week 4, Day 7 - Quiet]]<<endif>>

Input is received. <em>Slave, turn 180 degrees.</em> Slave turns 180 degrees. Further input is received. A path is outlined for slave to follow. Slave follows. After two hallways and as many doors, Slave is facing a Woman. The Woman smiles and walks around Slave, apparently inspecting it. No input is received, so Slave is idle. Woman is designated as higher entity. Should Woman express utterances in command form, they will be considered valid input. @@.desiree;"My, don't you look pretty with that empty stare?"@@ Woman asks. Slave does not have authority to judge beauty. Slave remains idle. @@.desiree;"And such a gorgeous tiara on your head,"@@ Woman coos as she strokes Slave's Comfort Crown. @@.desiree;"Alright, it's a little crude, admittedly. A metaphor for its function, though not by choice at the time of its making. It was a prototype of what you have so kindly tested for us this past month, and not at all suitable for my needs. The chokers aren't exactly subtle, but this thing?"@@ Woman taps on the Comfort Crown twice. @@.desiree;"That could literally knock people out." "It does have its uses, as you can see. I was hoping I could recruit you for more effective work, but having another drone can't hurt. You're severely hindered now, but it's a small price to pay for security."@@ Woman sighs. @@.desiree;"You just had to go off snooping around, didn't you? Alright, let's calm down, I just said I'd made peace with a new drone so I'll accept you as you are. Perhaps your successor will prove more adept. She's currently going through her third week and proving quite@@ @@.gold;obedient@@@@.desiree;. Oh, and you can be sure I haven't spoken the last word with@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> @@.desiree;either for planting all of her little items and hints. Ugh, why do I even tell you this, you don't understand a lick of what I'm saying. Let's get this over with." "Slave."@@ Slave stands at attention. @@.desiree;"You will become a Training Program for future Slaves. They will pass through trials that do not concern you. All you have to do is provide sexual and erotic stimulus. Basic instructions will be implanted at a later point. <<if $penis is 1>>Your penis will be moulded into a size suitable for intercourse, but not radically reshaped.<<else>>Your feminine genitalia will serve perfectly for training Pussy Slaves.<<endif>> A Technician will retrieve you momentarily. For all intents and purposes, He will represent my voice with his own and you will treat it as such. Understood?"@@ Training Program understands and awaits retrieval. <hr> Training Program enters room through hallway. Training Subject is already preparing itself in the hypnosis helmet. Copious liquids are detected beneath it, mostly saliva and her own sexual fluids. Lights shining onto the cheeks of Training Subject cease. Hypnosis has finished and the helmet is discarded. Training Program stands still, waiting for Training Subject to follow its programming. It shows signs of resistance, but ultimately wraps lips around Training Program's sex. Eroticism commands are executed. Breathing loudly, Training Program slowly allows its vocal cords to vibrate, producing a natural, deep grunt. Training Subject continues to lick all the sensitive spots, prompting an increase in moan volume. She starts to look at Training Program's facial features with big eyes, clearly getting aroused by Training Program's erotic enhancements. After ten minutes of oral pleasuring, Training Program is allowed to orgasm, depositing its juices in Training Subject's mouth. Training Program has fulfilled its daily task. Training Subject has received its required programming. Training Program will retreat to await further orders. <em>-Ending: How I Learned to Love the Back Button-</em>

<<set $string = 1>><<set $chokerremoved = 1>><<set $horniness = 0>><<set $nameColour = 0>>\ \ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>That piece of string gives you an idea. If you really are heading towards an encounter that may well decide your entire future, you will need any advantage you can muster. You pick up the choker you just received from @@.blue;Marie@@ in one hand, the yarn in the other. This is the first time you got a decent look at this damned thing. Despite its surreal properties (like being absolutely unremovable), the choker has a clasp at the back like any ordinary necklace would. That's perfect for what you've planned. Fiddling for a few minutes, you test the strength... it seems to hold. Basically, all you did was tie the ends of the clasp together, but it's quite ingenious. It'll look like you're wearing the choker -- and you are, technically -- but it won't be closed around your neck, instead hanging onto it loosely. It may not make a difference at all, but you'll sure as hell try. You're very careful when you put it on, not wanting to risk actually closing the clasp by accident. Fortunately, you don't. Added insurance makes for good motivation. You feel your spirits greatly uplifted for having come up with a plan, when you thought you were absolutely at the mercy of everybody around you, never able to see past the next hallway. Now you have a device to not just remove chokers, but to actually dismantle them permanently. The only issue is portability; this thing is bulky enough to be unsuitable for hiding on your person. Lube, stockings, handcuffs... fair enough, but this thing will raise eyebrows in an instant. Your next best solution is to put this thing exactly where you found it, so that it doesn't seem out of place. You then walk out the supply closet and lock the door behind you. No matter what they may do to your brain -- God forbid -- you figure you can remember punching in the number 9 three times. Now that you have done all that you can, there's nowhere to go but [[forward.|Week 4, Day 7 - Facing Fate]]\ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $fetishChoker = 0>>That piece of string gives you an idea. If you really are heading towards an encounter that may well decide your entire future, you will need any advantage you can muster. First though, this damn thing around your neck has to come off. You pick up the weird clamp-looking tool that you hope will remove the choker. You have to brush your long hair to the side to avoid catching any of it in the mess you plan to make. Propping the ominous tool against the choker, the size seems to fit quite well. It actually manages to dig between the choker and your neck, something your fingers never quite accomplished. There is hope yet. Now what? The tool is pretty firmly in place-- oh! You were pulling on it slightly and felt a hint of warmth. Trying again-- <em>yes</em>! Pulling it seems to do the trick. Unfortunately, the material gets hotter the harder you pull and has grown quite uncomfortable now. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 or $addiction gte 5 or $obedience gte 5 or $perversion gte 5>><<set $branded = 1>>It doesn't seem like it'll stop either. At this point, you're experiencing searing pain. Your teeth are grinding, tears are rolling down your cheeks, but you don't dare let go of the instrument. It's torture, but your discipline is rewarded. With a clang, tension finally gives out and you're left with just the tool in your hand. In pain, you reach behind your neck to touch the burned spot. Ouch, that definitely left a mark. It's like two little bumps next to each other, getting narrower as they go down. Damn blisters always hurt like hell, especially after burning yourself. You wager it'll be worth it. Meanwhile, the choker was flung against a wall, and the clasp looks broken, but otherwise it's intact. You pick it up to further examine it.\ <<else>>It's getting rather painful and at first doesn't look like it'll stop. After a few more moments though, you're finally rewarded with a satsifying clang. The choker gives out and is flung against the wall. The back of your neck hurts a little, but not badly. It looks like nothing but the clasp is actually broken, so the choker is outwardly intact. You pick it up to further examine it.<<endif>> This is the first time you got a decent look at this damned thing. Despite its surreal properties (like being absolutely unremovable up until now), the choker has a clasp at the back like any ordinary necklace would. That's perfect for what you've planned. Fiddling for a few minutes, you test the strength... it seems to hold. Basically, all you did was tie the ends of the clasp together, but it's quite ingenious. It'll look like you're wearing the choker -- and you are, technically -- but it won't be closed around your neck, instead hanging onto it loosely. It may not make a difference at all, but you'll sure as hell try. You're very careful when you put it on, not wanting to risk actually closing the clasp by accident. Fortunately, you don't. Added insurance makes for good motivation. You feel your spirits greatly uplifted for having come up with a plan, when you thought you were absolutely at the mercy of everybody around you, never able to see past the next hallway. Now you have a device to not just remove chokers, but to actually dismantle them permanently. The only issue is portability; this thing is bulky enough to be unsuitable for hiding on your person. Lube, stockings, handcuffs... fair enough, but this thing will raise eyebrows in an instant. Your next best solution is to put this thing exactly where you found it, so that it doesn't seem out of place. You then walk out the supply closet and lock the door behind you. No matter what they may do to your brain -- God forbid -- you figure you can remember punching in the number 9 three times. Now that you have done all that you can, there's nowhere to go but [[forward.|Week 4, Day 7 - Facing Fate]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $chokerremoved = 1>><<set $nameColour = 0>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>You haven't worn the latest choker, but you sure as hell don't want to have it around intact. Besides, if this thing really can break chokers, you may want to know its location and shape to identify and find it in the future. You don't want to be pessimistic, but you have to cover all bases. Taking the choker you've just been handed, you try to fit the tool somehow. It does seem the right size to hold a choker, which you promptly close with its oddly ordinary clasp. As you imagined, it seals shut, with no obvious way to re-open it. Now you insert it into the tool, with the prong that sticks out of it pointing right at the choker's clasp. Uncertain how to use the contraption, you just try brute strength. Curiously, the choker heats up in your hand considerably, merely by pulling on it with the device. It also has the intended effect of crushing the clasp though, much to your excitement. Right away, you can tell the choker is utterly, irreparably broken; the clasp won't shut no matter what. That means you now have the means to not only remove chokers that may be put around your neck, but to dismantle them permanently as well. The only issue is portability; this thing is bulky enough to be unsuitable for hiding on your person. Lube, stockings, handcuffs... fair enough, but this thing will raise eyebrows in an instant. Your next best solution is to put this thing exactly where you found it, so that it doesn't seem out of place. You then walk out the supply closet and lock the door behind you. No matter what they may do to your brain -- God forbid -- you figure you can remember punching in the number 9 three times. That leaves you with no further options other than to [[walk through the door Marie wanted to send you through.|Week 4, Day 7 - Facing Fate]] At least <em>this</em> choker can't be used against you now.\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $fetishChoker = 0>>Hopefully you'll get this thing off you, now that you found this unknown device. It may just be something completely unrelated, but what's the worst that could happen? Taking the tool you just found, you try to fit it around the choker somehow. It does seem the right size to hold a choker. Now you insert it into the tool properly, with the prong that sticks out of it pointing right at where the choker's clasp should be. Uncertain how to use the contraption, you just try brute strength, though still being mindful of your neck, of course. Curiously, the choker heats up in your hand considerably, merely by pulling on it with the device. \ <<if $brainDrain gte 5 or $addiction gte 5 or $obedience gte 5 or $perversion gte 5>><<set $branded = 1>>It doesn't seem like it'll stop either. At this point, you're experiencing searing pain. Your teeth are grinding, tears are rolling down your cheeks, but you don't dare let go of the instrument. It's torture, but your discipline is rewarded. With a clang, tension finally gives out and you're left with just the tool in your hand. In pain, you reach behind your neck to touch the burned spot. Ouch, that definitely left a mark. It's like two little bumps next to each other, getting narrower as they go down. Damn blisters always hurt like hell, especially after burning yourself. You wager it'll be worth it. The choker gave out and was flung against the wall. It looks like nothing but the clasp is actually broken, so the choker is outwardly intact. You pick it up to further examine it.\ <<else>>It's getting rather painful and at first doesn't look like it'll stop. After a few more moments though, you're finally rewarded with a satsifying clang. The choker gives out and is flung against the wall. The back of your neck hurts a little, but not badly. It looks like nothing but the clasp is actually broken, so the choker is outwardly intact. You pick it up to further examine it.<<endif>> Yep, this thing won't close around any unassuming necks anytime soon. That's a big relief. While there's undoubtedly countless more of these things strewn around this facility, at least <em>this</em> one won't be threatening you any longer. So now you have a device to not just remove chokers, but to actually dismantle them permanently. The only issue is portability; this thing is bulky enough to be unsuitable for hiding on your person. Lube, stockings, handcuffs... fair enough, but this thing will raise eyebrows in an instant. Your next best solution is to put this thing exactly where you found it, so that it doesn't seem out of place. You then walk out the supply closet and lock the door behind you. No matter what they may do to your brain -- God forbid -- you figure you can remember punching in the number 9 three times. That leaves you with no further options other than to [[walk through the door Marie wanted to send you through.|Week 4, Day 7 - Facing Fate]] At least <em>this</em> choker can't be used against you now.\ \ <<endif>>

@@.desiree;"It's so good to see you, my dear,"@@ she greets you like an aunt you only see for Christmas. @@.desiree;"Let me get a good look at you,"@@ she demands, softly grabbing your hand and turning you around. Words can't describe how uncomfortable this is. Your body<<if $tightClothes is 1 or $superheroClothing is 1>>, accentuated by the skimpy fetish outfit you're compelled to wear,<<else>>, completely naked,<<endif>> is there for @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ to feast her eyes on, regarding you like a piece of meat. You doubt you're much more to her than that, despite the little fiction she tries to spin here. @@.desiree;"I'm sure you have many quest--"@@ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Why are you doing this to -e?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Why are you doing this to me?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Why are you doing this to -e?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Why are you doing this to me?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you interrupt her, demanding an answer to your plight<<if $lipImplant is 1>>, which is somewhat undermined in its seriousness by the ridiculous inflated pillows that are uttering these words<<endif>>. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ just smirks at your outburst, as confident and imposing as ever. @@.desiree;"What a selfish attitude you continue to display. 'What about <em>me</em>?'"@@ she apes you. @@.desiree;"This may be tough for you to process, but this isn't all about you. You aren't the first person we used for testing, and as you can see, you sure won't be the last."@@ Only now that the woman mentioned looking around do you notice <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> standing in the back, listening and observing, oddly nervous. @@.desiree;"This whole operation is far bigger than you could imagine. But I'm sorry that I haven't prepared the whole 'Bond villain' procedure for you. I don't plan to outline all my future endeavours just so you get to have your five minutes of moral outrage. Did I ask your permission? No. But there's no way of getting permission for the kind of testing we do here. Besides, we need reliable results that no legal double-blind study would give us. I'd say the control group would catch on rather quickly, not to mention the group getting the actual choker."@@ She pauses briefly, then laughs. @@.desiree;"Here I go, saying I wouldn't explain myself, then going on to explain myself. I don't owe you an explanation. Same as you didn't owe me participation in our trials, and yet I managed to enforce my will." "You know how this will go. I can't let you leave freely. A slave, however, can come and go as she pleases,"@@ she smirks predatorily as she <<if $robertAlly1 is 1>>[[closes in on you.|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Attack (Robert Ally)]]<<elseif $robertEnemy is 1>>[[closes in on you.|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Attack (Robert Enemy)]]<<else>>[[closes in on you.|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Attack (Ruby)]]<<endif>>

<<if $string is 0>>As fast as @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is approaching, you try to walk backwards, gaining some distance in this now seemingly small room. She seems to enjoy hunting you like prey, and you can't even fathom what for; all she could want to do, she can easily do from where she's standing. She doesn't relent though, and soon you find yourself backed into a corner. Just when you think she's going to pounce on you, a door smashes open at the other side of the room, almost hitting <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. @@.robert;Robert@@ stands there, heaving, and sees you being stalked by @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, who spins around to notice the intruder as well. In two great leaps, @@.robert;Robert@@ is on her, fortunately at least physically stronger than her. That's not to say she doesn't fight back. Indeed, she does so fiercely, and @@.robert;Robert@@ has her under control, holding both her arms tightly from behind. Both of them are standing there, facing you, and a smile creeps across @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s face. @@.desiree;"$firstname. Take this,"@@ she throws a choker your way which you expertly catch, <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.desiree;"and fasten it around this man's neck."@@<<else>>@@.desiree;"and fasten it around your neck."@@<<endif>> Her smirk grows even wider as she finishes the order and her struggle calms, confident of victory. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>That's her master plan? To give you some ord-- All of a sudden, the choker heats up in your hand. It's not an uncomfortable burn, but more like a cosy, hot bath. That same heat starts to grow in your chest, and more noticeably over your throat. The ecstasy rises, until it turns into need. Craving. Your eyes are watering, your mouth forming a twitching smile. @@.cyan;"Yes... y-yes, Mistress,"@@ your body utters, without your consent, though it's your only present thought anyway. In similar fashion, the hand that's holding the choker starts to make its way towards your throat and the twitching of your mouth starts to spread throughout your body. Trembling in excitement, the shouts of @@.robert;Robert@@ unsettle you, but you're truly stopped for the moment when <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[another person storms into the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lucas Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[another person storms into the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lucas Enemy)]]<<else>>[[another person storms into the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lexi)]]<<endif>>\ /*NO TATTOOS*/<<else>>That's her master plan? To give you some order that you can easily refuse? Instead of putting on the choker, you just walk towards her. Apparently, that's enough to make her eyes go wide and her struggling against @@.robert;Robert@@'s tight grip to start back up. Looks like she expected a very different reaction from you. What a pleasant surprise, at least for you. As you walk over to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, delighted to see her panicked for once, the door at the other end has <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[yet another person storming through.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lucas Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[yet another person storming through.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lucas Enemy)]]<<else>>[[yet another person storming through.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lexi)]]<<endif>><<endif>>\ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>Immediately, your body tenses as it receives its orders. @@.fetish;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ your mouth utters obediently, while your legs are set into motion. Your eyes are pretty much all that is still under your control. They meet @@.robert;Robert@@'s, wide open and scared. You step ever closer towards him, while he tries to back away, still struggling with @@.desiree;Mistress@@. It's remarkable how fast you made the transition from prey to hunter. Just when you reach @@.robert;Robert@@, who's no longer able to back off, you're surprisingly stopped dead in your tracks, as another person <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[bursts into the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lucas Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[bursts into the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lucas Enemy)]]<<else>>[[bursts into the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lexi)]]<<endif>><<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $string is 1>>As fast as @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is approaching, you try to walk backwards, gaining some distance in this now seemingly small room. She seems to enjoy hunting you like prey, and you can't even fathom what for; all she could want to do, she can easily do from where she's standing. She doesn't relent though, and soon you find yourself backed into a corner. Just when you think she's going to pounce on you, a door smashes open at the other side of the room, almost hitting <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. @@.robert;Robert@@ stands there, heaving, and sees you being stalked by @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, who spins around to notice the intruder as well. In two great leaps, @@.robert;Robert@@ is on her, fortunately at least physically stronger than her. That's not to say she doesn't fight back. Indeed, she does so fiercely, and @@.robert;Robert@@ has her under control, holding both her arms tightly from behind. Both of them are standing there, facing you, and a smile creeps across @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s face. @@.desiree;"$firstname. Take this,"@@ she throws a choker your way which you expertly catch, @@.desiree;"and fasten it around this man's neck."@@ Her smirk grows even wider as she finishes the order and her struggle calms, confident of victory. <<if $tattoo is 1 or $perversion gte 5>>A burning need wells up inside you. An intense attraction to the choker. But it's not what @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ just described. You have no intention of wrapping this choker around @@.robert;Robert@@'s neck. Rather, you thirst for feeling it on yourself. As if in a dream, you feel yourself removed from the picture. Your body is acting on its own, uncontrollable. An arm rises, to fix the choker around you, but it fails. You regain your senses. Fortunately, the craving was primitive enough to fail getting past the barrier around your neck; the string-manipulated choker. You don't know how lucky you'll be a second time... The whole spectacle couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds. Both @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ and @@.robert;Robert@@ are staring at you, but you may be able to play this off. You try your best to appear to be following her order to avoid her thrashing around too much.\ <<else>>Perhaps "arrogant" would be the better word. She's banking on you being enslaved to her, but far from it. Since you're not actually wearing a clasped choker, you aren't subservient to her as she believes. Nonetheless, you don't want her pulling off something else... and this will go a lot easier if she remains calm.\ <<endif>> @@.cyan;"Yes, mistress,"@@ you utter obediently, stepping towards the two. For a few moments, you shoot @@.robert;Robert@@ a glance that he'll hopefully register as you still being <em>you</em>, not some mind-controlled slave. He doesn't look relieved, but definitely suspicious. Now, the situation is reversed. You're headed towards @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ instead of backing away from her. She's still as confident as ever, looking rather pleased at your seemingly robotic approach. Unfortunately, it requires you to walk at a moderate pace and opens enough of a time window for <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[another person to enter the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lucas Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[another person to enter the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lucas Enemy)]]<<else>>[[another person to enter the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Four's a Crowd (Lexi)]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

@@.desiree;DÃ¨sirÃ©e@@ is approaching you mercilessly. You try to back off, circle around her, but it's useless. Before long, you're backed into a corner with no way out. The woman closes in and you're about to start panicking. That's when the door on the other side of the room springs open and somebody walks in. Oh God, that's just what you needed. @@.robert;"Good morning, my little whore,"@@ your former boss greets you. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ seems to take offense to @@.robert;Robert@@'s confident demeanour though, uncomfortable with somebody stepping on her territory. @@.desiree;"I'm sorry darling, but this is <em>my</em> little whore you're talking about here. I built her, I own her. Simple as that. Feel free to join in on the fun though, the more the merrier,"@@ she offers, which @@.robert;Robert@@ is more than happy to work with. @@.robert;"Didn't mean to offend. We work something out after she's done?"@@ he offers in return. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, impressed with his business acumen and diplomacy, nods in agreement. Great, so now you have two adversaries stalking you with the end girl of turning you into a braindead fuckdoll. It's not long before they're upon you. Fortunately, they're more interested in toying with you at this stage, groping and fondling your entire, hyper-sexed body with reckless abandon. It's incredibly distracting, but at least not harmful yet. Besides, <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[somebody entering the room|Week 4, Day 7 - No Way Out (Lucas Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>[[somebody entering the room|Week 4, Day 7 - No Way Out (Lexi)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[somebody entering the room|Week 4, Day 7 - No Way Out (Lucas Enemy)]]<<endif>>, just like @@.robert;Robert@@ did a minute earlier, refocusses you quite effectively, though your two torturers seem oblivious to the intruder for the moment.

@@.desiree;DÃ¨sirÃ©e@@ is approaching you mercilessly. You try to back off, circle around her, but it's useless. Before long, you're backed into a corner with no way out. The woman closes in and you're about to start panicking. That's when the door on the other side of the room springs open and somebody walks in... or maybe "crawls in" would be more fitting. A blonde girl, drooling on the floor constantly, with torn apart clothes and hanging, soft tits. They're not the only thing that hangs down off her. She also sports a respectable cock between her legs. Her neck reads "BIMBOI". <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Ro-ert?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Robert?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Ro-ert?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Robert?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> The "girl" stops for a moment, looking at you confused. She just continues crawling and disregards your question after a few seconds of apparently useless contemplation. However, she happens to divulge some information when she speaks up halfway to you. @@.ruby;"Ruby... so horny..."@@ she pants. So it is @@.robert;Robert@@, just going by the name @@.ruby;Ruby@@ these days. You'd feel pity for him if he wasn't intruding on such a desperate situation already. @@.desiree;"@@@@.ruby;Ruby@@ @@.desiree;dear, look at that delicious <<if $penis is 1>>cock<<else>>slit<<endif>>," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ says while pointing at you, @@.desiree;"don't you just want to lick it?"@@ @@.ruby;"Haaa, Ruby wanna lick..."@@ she sighs and squeals in excitement. Her course is now headed towards you. @@.desiree;"Go right ahead. Nobody's stopping you,"@@ she delights in telling her slave. <<if $string is 0>>\ \ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.desiree;"And you," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ throws you a choker. @@.desiree;"Put that on."@@ <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>A burning heat flows from the choker into your hand, creeping up your arm and spreading throughout your body. Your entire being is on fire; saying it feels "good" would be the understatement of the century. @@.cyan;"Y-yes, Mistress,"@@ you barely manage to say<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, ignoring your speech impediment and setting your lips ablaze too<<endif>>. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ smiles down at you as you get to your knees. Your body is craving that choker more than it does oxygen and your arm slowly rises to meet your neck. Crashing, falling out of trance feels awful when <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[somebody else enters the room|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lucas Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>[[somebody else enters the room|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lexi)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[somebody else enters the room|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lucas Enemy)]]<<endif>>, distracting you.\ <<else>>Is that her grand plan? To give you some order that you will magically crumble under? Pff, her arrogance truly is her greatest weakness. You're about to shoot her a smug grin to tell her that, but realise the chance you have to make her drop her guard. As you said, her arrogance is her greatest weakness, so let's see about exploiting that. @@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ you fake your obedience<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, even pushing past your speech impediment to convince her<<endif>>. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ smiles down at you as you get to your knees, as she gestures you to. That isn't quite part of your plan, you're now actively distancing yourself from her. Begging for a miracle to burst into the room, you feel for a moment that your prayers were heard when somebody indeed <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[enters|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lucas Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>[[enters|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lexi)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[enters|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lucas Enemy)]]<<endif>>, albeit quietly.\ <<endif>>\ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.desiree;"And you," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ now turns her attention to you. @@.desiree;"Kneel."@@ @@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ your mouth confirms<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, ignoring your speech impediment and setting your lips on fire<<endif>>. Without your consent, your body drops to its knees and you have to do your hardest to keep your mind focussed. If only she drops her guard at some point, you may be able to surprise her. @@.ruby;Rub--@@ you mean @@.robert;Robert@@ isn't helping things either with his new personality and oh... ooooh, his new tongue. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ delights in watching you squirm but you're distracted when <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[somebody else enters the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lucas Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>[[somebody else enters the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lexi)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[somebody else enters the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lucas Enemy)]]<<endif>>\ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $string is 1>>@@.desiree;"And you," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ now turns her attention to you. @@.desiree;"Kneel."@@ @@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ you confirm<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, doing your best to overcome your speech impediment<<endif>>. Of course, your obedience is only an act to catch her off-guard. Sadly, that plans works only if she ever gives you a chance by dropping it. @@.ruby;Rub--@@ you mean @@.robert;Robert@@ isn't helping things either with his new personality and oh... ooooh, his new tongue. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ delights in watching you squirm but you're distracted when <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[somebody else enters the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lucas Ally)]]<<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>[[somebody else enters the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lexi)]]<<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>[[somebody else enters the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Under Pressure (Lucas Enemy)]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $string is 0>>\ <<if $hypnosis is 1>>It's @@.lucas;Lucas@@, arriving just in time to see you heading towards @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ and @@.robert;Robert@@, who are still locked in a tight hold. The old man spots the choker in your hand and seems to fear the worst. Surprisingly agile, he's upon you almost as quickly as @@.robert;Robert@@ was, seizing your arm and struggling with you. Due to your growing femininity and his old age, the fight is rather even, neither of you being at peak strength. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ seems under the impression that you're losing out, however, and abandons her old plan. Confidently, calmly, she speaks a single word. @@.desiree;"Cocksleeve."@@ In the blink of an eye, you escape @@.lucas;Lucas@@' grasp by hurrying down to your knees. Automatically, the entrance to your throat -- @@.gold;cocksleeve@@ -- opens and makes itself available. You don't move an inch, though your whole face is on fire by the lack of stimulation. Nobody seems to notice. After a few seconds of looking at you puzzled, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ starts grabbing the choker in your hand -- @@.gold;useless cocksleeve appendage@@ -- but can't free it. Everything but your essential cocksleeve functions is rigid. Still, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is wearing his pants. <em>Why?!</em> You need cock so badly, you almost moan in pain, but your cocksleeve programming wins out and you continue to just obediently present yourself for use. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ looks behind you and there's another short pause that feels like eternity. Why won't [[nobody use their cocksleeve already?|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Ally, Lucas Ally)]]\ \ <<elseif $hypnosis is 0>>It's @@.lucas;Lucas@@, arriving just in time to see you heading towards @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ and @@.robert;Robert@@, who are still locked in a tight hold. The old man spots the choker in your hand and seems to fear the worst. Surprisingly agile, he's upon you almost as quickly as @@.robert;Robert@@ was, seizing your arm and struggling with you. Due to your growing femininity and his old age, the fight is rather even, neither of you being at peak strength. For at least a minute, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is doing his all to grab the choker <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>you so desperately crave<<else>>you've been tasked with distributing<<endif>>. Eventually, your struggles come to an end when that ominous, familiar \ \ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>\ <<if $bimboTattoo + $cumslutTattoo + $asianTattoo gte 3>>[[clicking sound reverberates through the halls.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Ally, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<elseif $bimboTattoo + $cumslutTattoo + $asianTattoo gte 2 and $perversion gte 5>>[[clicking sound reverberates through the halls.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Ally, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<elseif $bimboTattoo + $cumslutTattoo + $asianTattoo gte 2>>[[clicking sound reverberates through the halls.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Ally, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<elseif $bimboTattoo + $cumslutTattoo + $asianTattoo gte 1 and $perversion gte 5>>[[clicking sound reverberates through the halls.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Ally, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<else>>[[clicking sound reverberates through the halls.|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Ally, Lucas Ally)]]<<endif>>\ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>[[clicking sound reverberates through the halls.|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Ally, Lucas Ally)]]\ <<endif>>\ <<endif>> \ <<elseif $string is 1>>It's @@.lucas;Lucas@@, arriving just in time to see you heading towards @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ and @@.robert;Robert@@, who are still locked in a tight hold. Your approach seems to disconcert him, so he walks over to you rapidly as he sees one choker in your hand, the other around your neck. It happens so fast. You were already standing right before the two fighting people when @@.lucas;Lucas@@ grabs your arm and you hear that clicking sound that makes your blood freeze. You realise you actually closed your eyes in shock. Shock is what you see when you open them back up, facing @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@. Her neck is now encased by beautiful, shimmering rhinestones, arranged to [[broadcast her new identity to the world.|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Ally, Lucas Ally)]]\ \ <<endif>>

Through the door steps @@.lucas;Lucas@@, first spotting @@.robert;Robert@@ and @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ fighting each other, then you, facing them. A smile breaks out on his face. @@.lucas;"Looks like I arrived at just the right time,"@@ he gloats, but doesn't do anything yet. <<if $string is 0>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.desiree;"Don't mind him, dear. All you have to do is wrap that pretty choker around your neck. It'll feel <em>so</em> good, I promise. Just go on and do it."@@ <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>Once again, a burning heat jumps from the choker into your hand, creeps up your arm and throughout your body. It acts on its own, trying to fit the choker around your neck. Nothing is there to stop it, so you inadvertently [[enslave yourself.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Ally, Lucas Enemy)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<else>>Of course, your obedience is just a charade. You are in complete control over your body. Resisting so bravely finally pays off. You dread to think how this would've played out if you had dropped your guard at some point. But now's not the time to gloat. You haven't won just yet. Fortunately you'd already traversed a good portion of the way to the two struggling people during the confusion of @@.lucas;Lucas@@ barging in. Speaking of which, he's quite aware of the fact that you're still moving forward and not explicitly following @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s order. Suspicious, he quickly makes his way over to you. @@.lucas;"Come on, you heard the lady. It's very easy. Just raise your hand aaaaaand... [[*click*|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Ally, Lucas Enemy)][$fetishChoker = 1]]"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>He sees the choker around your neck and his grin grows even wider. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ returns your focus to the task at hand. @@.desiree;"Don't mind him, dear. All you have to do is walk up here and wrap that pretty choker around this man's neck. It'll feel <em>so</em> good, I promise. Just come here and do it."@@ @@.fetish;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ your body responds and moves forward on its own. There's no stopping it now and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ doesn't help things. Before you reach the two fighting people, the old man joins you and grabs your arm. @@.lucas;"Wouldn't want you to miss this one, would we? I know how quickly your legs are begging to be spread, but that makes for shaky footing. Allow me to help."@@ With his hands joining yours, you have absolutely no choice but to move forward just like @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ wanted it. Your hands -- and @@.lucas;Lucas@@' -- wrap around @@.robert;Robert@@'s neck and <<if $perversion lt 5>>[[the choker clicks shut.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Ally, Lucas Enemy)][$robertChoker = 1]]<<elseif $perversion gte 5>>[[the choker clicks shut.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Ally, Lucas Enemy)][$robertChoker = 1]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $string is 1>>He sees the choker around your neck and his grin grows even wider. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ returns your focus to the task at hand. @@.desiree;"Don't mind him, dear. All you have to do is walk up here and wrap that pretty choker around this man's neck. It'll feel <em>so</em> good, I promise. Just come here and do it."@@ @@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ you fake obedience once more and continue walking. You're not sure, but you don't hear @@.lucas;Lucas@@ approaching. You don't dare look at him, it may blow your cover. Instead, you do your best impression of walking forward mindlessly. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ must be confident that the choker around your neck is doing its work. You may just fool them all. @@.lucas;"Hold on a second,"@@ you hear from the side. Shit. You hurry your steps a little and you stand right in front of your adversary. Her head is turned towards @@.lucas;Lucas@@, who caught her attention. Your arm rises. @@.lucas;"<strong>CAREFUL, SHE'S NOT REALLY WEARI--"@@ [[*click*|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Ally, Lucas Enemy)]]\ \ <<endif>>

A woman barges into the room, which rattles you. She's wearing a choker<<if $fetishChoker is 1>> too<<endif>>. "BIMBOT" her neck states. You can't believe your eyes. Is that really... <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"...@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.cyan;?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"...@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.fetish;?"@@<<endif>> @@.desiree;"@@@@.lexi;Lexi@@@@.desiree;," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ corrects you. The woman walking in is a wet dream on legs. Every step is absolute perfection, and enough to stop any man in his tracks. However, as weird as it sounds, her gait is somehow <em>too</em> perfect. As if she's... well, a robot. She comes to a stop in the middle of the room, basically right between the fighting couple and you. @@.lexi;Lexi@@, as she's apparently called now, just oozes sexuality. She owns the room with ease, putting her arm into her hip as she just stands there, probably deciding who to fuck first. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ isn't planning to leave that up to chance. @@.desiree;"@@@@.lexi;Lexi@@@@.desiree;, give this man a blowjob,"@@ she cuts straight to the chase, gesturing in @@.robert;Robert@@'s direction with her eyes. @@.lexi;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ she obediently replies. Immediately, she's set into a slow, seductive walk towards @@.robert;Robert@@, who's starting to falter a little under the pressure of keeping @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ still at the same time. Speaking of... @@.desiree;"And you,"@@ yes, that means you, @@.desiree;"Finish what you started. Put that choker around <<if $fetishChoker is 0 and $string is 0>>your<<elseif $fetishChoker is 1 or $string is 1>>his<<endif>> neck."@@ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Yes, Mistress,"@@<<endif>> it now sounds from your mouth<<if settings.lisp and $lipImplant is 1>>, as you ignore your lisp, and the subsequent, pleasant buzzing, once more<<endif>>. <<if $string is 0>>\ \ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>\ <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>Once again, a burning heat jumps from the choker into your hand, creeps up your arm and throughout your body. It acts on its own, trying to fit the choker around your neck. Nothing is there to stop it, so you inadvertently\ <<if $bimboTattoo + $cumslutTattoo + $asianTattoo gte 3>>[[enslave yourself.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Ally, Lucas Neutral)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<elseif $bimboTattoo + $cumslutTattoo + $asianTattoo gte 2 and $perversion gte 5>>[[enslave yourself.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Ally, Lucas Neutral)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<else>>[[enslave yourself.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Ally, Lucas Neutral)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<endif>>\ <<else>>Of course, it's just a charade. You are in complete control over your body. Resisting so bravely finally pays off. You dread to think how this would've played out if you had dropped your guard at some point. But now's not the time to gloat. You haven't won just yet. Fortunately you'd already traversed a good portion of the way to the two struggling people during the confusion of @@.lexi;Lexi@@ barging in.\ <<if $hypnosis is 0>>Now that she's going at @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick, he's fidgetting a lot, but your mind is clear enough that, for the first time, you're relieved to [[hear that normally dreadful clicking sound.|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Ally, Lucas Neutral)]]\ <<elseif $hypnosis is 1>>Still, your approach raises some eyebrows. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is clearly suspicious why you aren't just wrapping the choker around your neck. You never cease to walk forward, all the time pretending like you are just about to put on the choker, but it's not enough to convince your opponent. @@.desiree;"Cocksleeve,"@@ she shouts, apparently addressing you? In the blink of an eye, you drop to your knees. Automatically, the entrance to your throat -- @@.gold;cocksleeve@@ -- opens and makes itself available. You don't move an inch, though your whole face is on fire by the lack of stimulation. Nobody seems to notice. @@.robert;Robert@@ just stares at your rigid sleeve body. Still, he's not coming over. <em>Why?!</em> Is the Bimbot really that good? You need cock so badly, you almost moan in pain, but your cocksleeve programming wins out and you continue to just obediently present yourself for use. For a few more moments, @@.robert;Robert@@ looks at you slightly aroused and there's another short pause that feels like eternity. Why won't [[nobody use their cocksleeve already?|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Ally, Lucas Neutral)]]\ <<endif>>\ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>Your body is unable to disobey a direct order, and so, it moves. @@.robert;Robert@@ is coming ever closer and with outstretched arms, you almost reach him. Half the time, he's looking at you, frightened, the other half he's struggling with the relentless robot sucking his dick. You're closing in and just before you reach his neck, he looks up at you. There's a clicking sound [[and you regain control over your body.|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Ally, Lucas Neutral)]]\ \ <<endif>>\ <<elseif $string is 1>>\ <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>Once again, a burning heat jumps from the choker into your hand, creeps up your arm and throughout your body. It acts on its own, trying to fit the choker around your neck, where you already have your rigged choker. This time, the trance easily lasts twice as long, which still isn't very noticeable, but it is increasingly worrying.\ <<else>>You don't mind, since that's the direction you have to take anyway if you want to get to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@.\ <<endif>> Fortunately you'd already traversed a good portion of the way to the two struggling people during the confusion of @@.lexi;Lexi@@ barging in. Now that she's going at @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick, he's fidgetting a lot, but your mind is clear enough that, for the first time, you're relieved to [[hear that normally dreadful clicking sound.|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Ally, Lucas Neutral)]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $victory = 1>>\ \ <strong><center>@@.big;BUTTSLUT@@</center></strong> That is the word crowning her neck. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s eyes are wide open in terror. @@.robert;Robert@@ knows she's subdued and lets go of her arms. After a second of contemplation the owner-turned-slave books it. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.cyan;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.fetish;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>,"@@ you vaguely hear from the distance. You bid her over and she obediently follows your commands. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."<<else>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, back in control of her body, simply scoffs at your request. She doesn't take kindly to this role reversal. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<else>>@@.fetish;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<endif>> Her face contorts into an angry grimace at your demeaning display of superiority. Her features soften quickly though, realising that she's powerless for the first time. Reluctantly, she gets started on explaining. @@.desiree;"You were our first test running under semi-controlled conditions. We've done some of that once. Different place, different time, different technology. We improved on what we had in the lab so much, we figured it was time to take things outside. As I mentioned, after a successful first week with you we started a simultaneous project on somebody else. Somebody whose situation was rather different to yours. Large-scale results were necessary, long-term results." "While you took to the programme decently, if not amazingly, there was one crucial, missing factor: You weren't 'breaking'. Nobody's really sure, but we feared you may never when you're allowed to run wild. That's why we brought you here, though I hadn't accounted for your little whore friend having a heart of gold. What a clichÃ©," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ snidely remarks. @@.desiree;"Not breaking means that, even if we addict you to the choker, making a normal life virtually impossible, you still resist it. You may have noticed we don't have that problem with our employees here. They learn to love the choker voluntarily, not through withdrawal symptoms. We don't have such excessive machinery in the outside world, and that was my <em>apparent</em> downfall,"@@ she ominously emphasises the word "apparent". @@.desiree;"We could've just stuck you into one of these chambers to fuck the last remnants of your mind out of you. Maybe I should've. Guess I got too greedy for that data on you."@@ @@.desiree;"And still you have that smug, morally superior look on your face,"@@ she complains. @@.desiree;"This was all a power trip to me, wasn't it? Big, bad, old me? How you'd love for that to be true, but again you're only thinking as far as your <<if $chest lte 5>>diminutive <<endif>>tits jut out from your chest. Fine, let's indulge that primitive mindset and make it all about <em>you</em>." "We've watched you for some time. I'll admit your resistance was admirable in theory, but give me a break. You and I both know what happened in those rare moments when your defences did give out. Just ask@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.desiree;. Did she ever see you as happy as you looked during those moments, over the <em>years</em> she's known you? Don't get me wrong, I believe you when you tell me you had good times together, absolutely. But how many 'eyes rolled back into my head in the ecstasy of being raped like the horny fuckbunny I am' moments did you share with her? Moments of pure, unadulterated bliss? I'm willing to bet on <em>zero</em>." "But there's a broader point to be made here. Let's drop the ego, if you're still capable of that. What's the world like now? Starvation, exploitation across more than half the globe. Think about it. If all that the majority, or just every other person, craved was to get fucked silly and buying cute shoes, we could easily sustain twice the population we have now at much higher average happiness. We could effectively halve greed; more than halve it by targetting specific people. Take over a state to show America. Take over America to show the world. At your fingertips you have the potential means to eradicate hunger, disease and greed, yet you prefer to ignore it and demonise me for trying. Justify it all you want, but that <em>is</em> the essence of it,"@@ she confidently accuses you. After that she goes quiet. You can't believe your ears. One look around this facility is all you need to dispel this little fiction of hers. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in, who were perfectly functioning individuals before you started to invade their life. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> After that, your voice just runs out, you're simply baffled by her ignorance. You've said what you wanted to say anyway. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ has not. @@.desiree;"The chokers worked most effectively when catering to base instincts,"@@ she counters. @@.desiree;"We could've targeted any emotion from pain avoidance to hunger, but obviously those aren't good emotions to cater to, nor to deprive somebody of. Using sex was a relatively safe way to bond people to the choker, something that people may be willing to experiment with from the start, unlike starvation or self-harm."@@ Your patience is running out. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<endif>> you ask sternly. Silence. Of course. Her counterargument was already delivered in a meek voice, very uncharacteristic of her usual demeanour. There's no denying she dramatically overstepped her boundaries. The question is... would you? What she said could technically be true. Changing your body as radically as the choker did, at every level, why would it not be able to kill cancer cells, for example? With considerable time spent on research, you may be able to transform these powers for good. You'd have to keep operating covertly though; no government would tolerate this kind of technology. It'd turn into a military project overnight. Precisely. To some degree, you feel like you earned something for yourself. Maybe @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ had the right idea, but wasn't up to the task? You've been through it. Nobody right now knows this process better than you do. That gives you the potential to perfect the method and get a taste of true power. Lastly, you could destroy this all. You can't imagine the person capable of handling such power. Its destructive capabilities are much more apparent than its constructive ones. It follows that people would use it accordingly when they got their hands on it. You came in here hoping to regain control of your fate. Now you may decide the world's. [[Use the chokers for good.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$transformfacility = 1]] It could take years of research, but it has the potential to save the human race from countless catastrophes. [[Use the chokers for power.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$seizefacility = 1]] @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ was short-sighted. You won't be. What's good for you will be good for the world. [[Destroy any hint of the chokers.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$destroyfacility = 1]] Within a month, you've been forced to comprehend that the laws of nature are seemingly invalid. Letting this go on is too unpredictable, too dangerous. Besides; you have your own life to live. You'd like to get back to normalcy, and taking control of this facility -- for whatever purpose -- is the opposite of normal.

<<set $escape = 1>>\ \ <<if $hypnosis is 1>>There's a loud thump, and suddenly somebody grabs you. You only see that person's back as you're thrown over a shoulder before that man bolts out the door. Your mouth is still open, because you're a good cocksleeve, but now you're really making your discontent known. You're loudly moaning in displeasure, letting everybody hear how dearly you need cock. Nobody would care for at least an hour though, when your kidnapper finally lets you down. It was @@.robert;Robert@@! So he's the one denying you your rightfully earned cock. You're looking angrily at his heaving, panting form with your mouth still open, in case he finally sees reason. Once he's calmed down a little, he has the audacity to start chatting with @@.lucas;Lucas@@. Unbelievable! @@.lucas;"What's up with that?"@@ the old man, who could amazingly keep up with the young @@.robert;Robert@@, asks him. @@.robert;"Ask me something easier. The whole time I was running I heard this pained moaning from behind me. I remember that woman shouting something... 'cocksleeve', I think."@@ At the call of your name, you moan again under a wave of intense pleasure. That's a good first step, now go all the way and plug the Cocksleeve with some cock! The two men are startled by your cry for a moment. @@.lucas;"Maybe we should..." Lucas@@ proposes. <em>Yes</em>! You should, definitely! @@.robert;"How can you even say that?" Robert@@ retorts sternly. Right after he said it though, it's obvious thinking about it. @@.lucas;"I'm just saying it would make sense. If it was all caused by that helmet, it's awfully similar to some old research I worked on."@@ The old man didn't have to say that, because @@.robert;Robert@@ has already undone his pants. His expression still isn't one of supreme confidence, but at least his cock is approaching his Cocksleeve. He stops short and turns around to look at @@.lucas;Lucas@@ another time. Come on already! Finally, he comes close enough for Cocksleeve to reach. Its mouth closes tightly around him. Cocksleeve has received its cock, and a wave of tingling pleasure rewards it. @@.robert;Robert@@ tries to pull back for some reason, but can't. Cocksleeve has an impeccable seal. @@.robert;"I can't pull out, she's got her lips stuck to my dick like superglue," Robert@@ complains. @@.lucas;"I don't think he'd like you calling him a 'she'."@@ @@.robert;"Do you really think that's the most important issue right now?" Robert@@ turns around to shout at @@.lucas;Lucas@@, who raises his arms defensively. @@.lucas;"Alright, alright, I said nothing. 'She',"@@ he emphasises, @@.lucas;"probably won't release you until you cum down 'her' throat,"@@ the former Corporation employee announces. @@.robert;Robert@@ looks at him non-plussed. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ shoots him an annoyed glare. @@.lucas;"Oh come on, as if that's the first time! Do you think I'm <em>that</em> naive?"@@ The conversation goes quiet after that. After a few more seconds of contemplation, @@.robert;Robert@@ finally does the only sensible thing by pushing forward into his Cocksleeve, which is immediately rewarded with a first orgasm. At first, he tries to pull out again after the intial thrust, but Cocksleeve is skilled enough to hold any cock inside just before there's any danger of it popping out. @@.robert;Robert@@ sighs -- probably in pleasure, Cocksleeve thinks -- and pushes back in to get more. Cocksleeve is finally being used and mewls in contentment as it gets to fulfill its purpose. @@.robert;Robert@@, realising the foolishness of trying to escape his Cocksleeve, speeds up. At one point, he even grabs the back of his Cocksleeve, to keep it in position as it orgasms countless times. His thrusts go so deep, it's almost like he's trying to hit the bottom. What a silly thought, @@.robert;Robert@@'s cock is big @@.gold;and tasty@@, but Cocksleeve is designed for inhuman sizes. While it reflects on its skills proudly, @@.robert;Robert@@'s thrusts get slower, but more urgent. Not releasing his grip, he bottoms out and injects his load deep into his Cocksleeve. As the seed enters your stomach, so does your consciousness re-enter your brain, one spurt, one drop at a time. The return of your perception does not reduce the ecstasy flowing through your veins one iota, and you collapse on the floor. Five minutes later, you find enough strength to get back to your feet, but not enough to remember the last hour or so. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Wha... what ha-ened?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Wha... what happened?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Wha... what ha-ened?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Wha... what happened?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you ask. @@.robert;Robert@@ and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ look at each other, but don't say anything. There's an awkward pause before the old man finally speaks up. @@.lucas;"You must've hit your head,"@@ he blurts out. @@.lucas;"Uhh, we're not sure, but maybe you hit your head while we were escaping... Right?"@@ he pokes @@.robert;Robert@@ with his elbow. @@.robert;"Humph, uhh yeah, that might be it, I had to cut a few corners a bit too close I guess."@@ Hit your head, huh? Must have bumped it pretty hard to lose your short-term memory. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Weird, -y head doesn't hurt at all. -y throat's kinda sore though."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Weird, my head doesn't hurt at all. My throat's kinda sore though."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Weird, -y head doesn't hurt at all. -y throat's kinda sore though."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Weird, my head doesn't hurt at all. My throat's kinda sore though."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.robert;Robert@@ and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ retreat a few steps, whispering something to each other. You can actually hear them quite well. It's not like they walked into another room with the doors closed. @@.lucas;"It looks like they implanted a trigger word that induces a strong trance whenever somebody says the word 'cocksleeve'," Lucas@@ says in what he must presume to be a quiet voice. Your jaw goes slack, your arms drop to your sides. You fall to your knees and wait. @@.gold;Cocksleeve is read to take cock~@@ The annoyed glare @@.lucas;Lucas@@ doled out earlier is now returned by @@.robert;Robert@@. However, the old man won't have any of that. @@.lucas;"Son, do you know how many blowjobs you get at age 60? I just had to run for my life, got to watch you drain your tank and you expect me to keep running now? She doesn't even remember afterwards"@@ With that, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ walks towards Cocksleeve, how wonderful! Before he fishes out his cock, @@.robert;Robert@@ has something to say. @@.robert;"I don't think he'd like you calling him a 'she',"@@ he interjects. They both go quiet after that, and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ just unzips his pants, which is enough of a response. Cocksleeve is grateful that he inserts himself momentarily, without stalling too much. <hr> Five minutes later... <hr> You regain consciousness on the floor... again. Why did you pass out <em>now</em>? <<if $tightClothes is 1 or $superheroClothing is 1>>Right away, you notice how absolutely soaked your crotch is. Weird.<<else>>Right away, you notice bountiful torrents of sexual fluid dripping off your sex and running down your thighs. Weird.<<endif>> @@.robert;"Must've been a delayed reaction from that bump on your head," Robert@@ suddenly blurts out. He and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ share another look you can't interpret. @@.robert;"Let's get moving. Better make use of you being awake, I can't carry you all day and we have to consider our options from here on out."@@ Seeing the logic in that, [[you follow your companions|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]] with the odd taste of salt in your mouth.\ \ <<elseif $hypnosis is 0>>The echoing sound ends the fight immediately. Your senses return to you... because the choker around your neck is suppressing the urges you felt seconds earlier. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Shit,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Shit,"@@<<endif>> you manage to utter, but no more. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is similarly stunned and curses, disappointed at his failure to overpower you. Suddenly, in the corner of your view, @@.robert;Robert@@ is slamming @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ into the nearest wall with full force. @@.robert;"<strong>RUN!</strong>"@@ he screams, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you behind him. Some more hallways and you pass a reception, staffed by a vacuous-looking bombshell, you notice as you're passing by in a flash. Five minutes outside the facility, @@.robert;Robert@@ lets go of your arm, confident that you've regained your composure enough. You're not at a full sprint, but it's close to that. Fortunately for you, the body the chokers gave you is designed to let you play an active role during sex, and thus at least somewhat suited for running too. You'll miss not having wobbly honey thighs like these though, despite them being in obviously better shape than your old ones. You must have been going for at least an hour before you finally all agree to come to a stop.<<if $string is 1>> You use the break to take off your choker and string.<<endif>> You're especially impressed with @@.lucas;Lucas@@, who managed to keep up with two young, fit people just fine. His age really doesn't show. Still, all three of you need a little breather after that wild escape. You smile at your two friends, happy that you got out. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is less excited than you. @@.lucas;"Not sure this is the occasion to be all smiles,"@@ he scolds you, which you can't quite understand. @@.lucas;"We're fucked. What do we do now?"@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ doesn't seem to like the defeat in the old man's voice either. @@.robert;"We run. We hide. Taking on that whole facility by ourselves was dumb to begin with, so we cut our losses."@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ scoffs at that. @@.lucas;"Yeah, hiding, that worked out so well for me. And for your friend too, by the way,"@@ he points at you, probably talking about <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ sighs. @@.lucas;"You're right though, I don't know what other option we have. I'm sorry to be so negative, but our chances aren't great. We blew it back there.@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ @@.lucas;was cocky, taking us alone. She knew how close she got to defeat and she won't make that mistake another time. If all of us had been working together, we'd have subdued her without a problem and taken control of the whole facility,"@@ he explains, glaring at you accusingly. @@.robert;"Alright, this isn't getting us anywhere though. What's done is done. [[Let's consider our options.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]]"@@\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $defeat = 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<endif>>\ \ Your struggle with @@.lucas;Lucas@@ ceases immediately. You notice rhinestones hugging your neck in what feels like the most exquisite trance you ever experienced. Like a maniac, you smile and rub your neck, while you're clearly dripping sexual fluids from between your legs. @@.desiree;"Now my pet, give this nice man behind me a blowjob,"@@ your Mistress orders you. @@.fetish;"Of course, Mistress,"@@ you say, entirely of your own volition. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You completely disregard the buzzing "collagen" in your lips as you speak, and love every second of it.<<endif>> You're set into motion, first getting on your knees, then crawling over to @@.robert;Robert@@ like a horny animal. The moment you hug his ass cheek with one hand and unzip his pants with the other, he's making a run for it. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is similarly afraid and makes his escape. Naturally, you're disappointed, but feel like you did your best to honour your Mistress' orders, and her grateful smile is reward enough. @@.desiree;"Very well done, dear,"@@ she strokes you behind your ear, and you feel a tiny orgasm coming on. That's enough to regain your senses, and the realisation of what you just did comes crashing down on you. You look up to the woman praising you, now terrified, and not daring to get back to your feet. @@.desiree;"Now we're together and alone. Perfect. I have big plans for you. Your example shows that our plans work. You were out in the open and still managed to break, despite two men trying their best to help you prevent it. I'm proud of you, honey. There's another girl just like you, well on the way of producing results as promising as yours. And with you working the streets, we'll have many more coming in."@@ So that was the plan. You're set to become a recruiter for the Corporation, dragging more people into servitude... just like you were. Because you failed -- or succeeded, from their point of view -- they deem the project feasible for mass "production" of slaves. Your defeat will be historic. That's when your eyes are drawn towards something. Another choker, lying on the ground. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ must have dropped it. This may be your last chance. She's still regarding you praisingly, so she may not expect you to make a move. Go down, snatch it, slap it around her neck before she can react. It may be your only way out. It may as well be how you cheat yourself out of a semi-respectable position here. You can try to attack her, sure, but you have to know that could be the last conscious decision you get to make. If she stops you from assaulting her, you <em>know</em> you're going to be doing the most embarrassing shit in this whole facility, and there's a lot of depravity here just going by what you saw in a week. Only one question remains: Will you do it? [[Snatch that choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Offensive]] Even if it kills "you". [[Resign yourself to becoming a recruiter.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Defensive]] Cut your losses and hold onto your identity; or what's left of it.

<<if $transformfacility is 1>>Okay, so you will use the facility for good. Here's hoping it'll work out.<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>Okay, so you will use the facility to strengthen your own position. It worked until @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ met her match; you. You won't make the same mistake.<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>Okay, so you will destroy the facility, saving humanity from having to deal with re-discovering science and morality. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ had illusions of humanitarianism, and she might have believed them once, but you see how that turned out.<<endif>> Before you put that plan into action though, there's another matter to attend to. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. <<if $bimbo is 1>>She's still cowering in the far corner of the room, no choker around her neck. Lucky her. Despite many chances, she remained still. Even now, she makes no move to flee as you approach her. @@.red;"Thank you,"@@ she tells you in a quiet voice. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"'Thank you'?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"'Thank you'?"@@<<endif>> you repeat, surprised. Among all the scenarios you imagined, from fighting you to begging for her life, a show of gratitude never entered your mind. @@.red;"For getting rid of her,"@@ she nods over to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@<<if $lucasEnemy is 1>>, who's still bouncing up and down @@.lucas;Lucas@@' dick<<endif>>. @@.red;Bonnie@@ goes silent after that, but you keep staring at her. She understands you want to hear more. @@.red;"I didn't want to do it, not that it makes a difference. These people, they're relentless. Heh, I guess you figured that out. I've known them for a long time, perhaps longer than anybody here aside from the boss lady herself. I tried fleeing. A lot. My escape drove me to more places than I could care to remember." "Eventually, I came here. I don't know exactly what it was. Resignation? Fatigue? Whatever it was, I was fairly sure the States wouldn't exactly be a hiding spot. It was bound to happen, and it did, when I was contacted a few months ago. By the way, she was telling you the truth. About you, I mean, I never heard anything about those cryptic world domination plans. But the part about testing you out in the open is true. Or if it's a lie, then at least she told me the same lie that she told you." "But what's there to say anymore? I liked you the way I always liked you. I don't think I would've asked you to change things up of my own accord. Some reliability was nice in a job as erratic as mine. After receiving my orders, I basically had to do a 180 on what I actually wanted. Telling you then would've been too obvious, and ineffective. The facility seemed like the only place to really achieve something."@@ She looks over to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ one more time. @@.red;"Glad to see I was right." "So, what's happening to me now? I can't do more than apologise. I was powerless to stop them and nobody should be able to see that better than you. There's nothing else I can do or say."@@ Indeed, @@.red;Bonnie@@ goes quiet. Argh, fuck this. For all you know, she may be a complete liar. She often told you her job was shaky and unsafe. That money wasn't coming in as regularly as she'd like. This may be a simple story of her selling you out! On the other hand, it'd be playing the long, <em>long</em> game if she really set you up for this. While you would've expected more of her good intentions to shine through, it'd be a pretty big set of coincidences for you to be chosen, and for her to sell out. @@.red;Bonnie@@ didn't have to tell you that she's known The Corporation for a long time, which technically makes her seem more suspicious. If she were trying to play you, denouncing any connection would be the smarter move.\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>She's still cowering in the far corner of the room, now more afraid than ever when she sees your displeased expression. However, she doesn't run away. Instead, she just stares at you with her BIMBO choker around her neck. Your approach startles her, but she remains still. @@.bunny;"Bunny do bad?"@@ she asks dumbly. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Quite,"@@ is all that you reply.<<else>>@@.fetish;"Quite,"@@ is all that you reply.<<endif>> After a short pause, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ continues. @@.bunny;"I'm really sorry... at first the lady just told me, but then you looked like you had so much fun the first time, I totally thought you liked it. Was that wrong?"@@ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Yes, it was."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;Yes, it was."@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;Bunny@@ seems to deeply ponder this for a few seconds. @@.bunny;"But didn't it feel good?"@@ You sigh. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"It did."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"It did."@@<<endif>> Now she's confused. @@.bunny;"Why don't you want more then? I know I want sex, like, all the time..."@@ She starts to breathe heavily. Her mere mentioning of sex seems to divert her attention so much she actually starts touching herself. Then again, did you want to debate hedonism and personal freedoms with a Thai bimbo prostitute who was artificially dumbed down to a nymphomaniac teenager's intellect in the first place? Perhaps not. That doesn't make your decision any easier though. You're fuming, enraged at how your life was almost stolen from you. Looking down at your body, you know at least your corporal integrity has been taken. There's no doubt in your mind that she has to shoulder a lot of the responsibility for your suffering. At the same time, you just described how she has basically been given the intelligence of somebody who considers Dan Brown plots to be "deep" and "thought-provoking". Well, perhaps not that bad. But jokes aside, how do you hold somebody accountable for their actions when they are bordering on mental disability?\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>She's standing in the corner, observing the situation. She doesn't seem perturbed in the slightest, not blinking an eye as you stare at her. Even your clearly angry approach doesn't make her move an inch. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Anything you want to say?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Anything you want to say?"@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"I'll pass,"@@ she says, while acting like she checks her nails. You step closer, shooting her a threatening glare. @@.orange;"Oh please, what are you going to do? Lecture me? Oh no, have mercy! Don't try to complain about it either,"@@ she now starts to touch your face sensually. @@.orange;"We were in the same boat. I know <em>exactly</em> how much you loved it, <<if $addiction gte 5>>and you didn't make the slightest attempt to hide it<<else>>despite your desperate, futile attempts of hiding it<<endif>>. You know you wanted more, and now you're ashamed of it. Well, I'm not like you. I'm not afraid of who I am, of who I've become. Instead, I choose to embrace it and feel absolutely extravagant doing so. And here you are, your head red as a beet. Who do you think came out on top here?"@@ You're quite fucking tempted to show her. But for now, you calm yourself. On the other side of the room, <<if $lucasEnemy is 1>>you hear @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ squealing, half in joy of having her new pleasure centre penetrated, half at @@.orange,Bridget@@'s careless defiance.<<else>>you see @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ snickering at @@.orange;Bridget@@'s careless defiance.<<endif>> Now that you think about it, these two seem eerily similar to each other. You'd say it's funny how that turned out, but it's actually pretty fucking frightening. You miss the old @@.red;Bonnie@@ dearly, now more than ever. Actually, @@.orange;Bridget@@ did mention not fearing who "she's become". Doesn't that mean there's at least some notion of who she used to be left inside her? That thought really doesn't make your call any easier. In her current form, she's absolutely unbearable. Every cell in your body tells you to do the worst things to her that your mind can come up with. At the same time, her old self might still be in there. Your fates aren't all that different. If you had been exposed a little longer, maybe you'd be talking like her, terrorising some average guy down on his luck...\ \ <<endif>> Fuck. Whatever way you look at this, it's going to be a complicated choice. But what are your options then? The obvious first choice is to let her go<<if $bimbo is 2 or $bimbo is 0>> and taking off her choker<<endif>>. As enraging as that thought is after everything that happened to you, at least partly due to her actions, it is a viable option. She wasn't in control of herself when she did what she did. You two have a long history together. Maybe she deserves a shot at rehabilitation? Another option would be to enslave her. It would make comparisons to your original tormentors rather easy... but there's multiple sides to this story. First of all, you could get plain retribution. Have her service you for free as long as you please. It's not kind, but then again, what kindness have you received this past month? It's time to get something back. Besides, it's not like <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> has a much different life outside. The only difference would be that she services you exclusively, like a hooker on retainer. The other side is that this could protect her... as well as yourself. You've toppled @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@; fine. Great, even. But there's a lot more to this facility than just her. You can't know yet whether there are associates outside, or perhaps a second-in-command inside this building. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> has been exposed to the choker for an unknown period of time. If the chokers were keyed to anybody other than @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, that person could still be around. Having her wearing a choker keyed to you would mean to make her loyal and unreceptive to mind control by a third party. It's not a pretty solution, but it's a safe one. Your last option is... well, a popular option in mafia movies. Tying up loose ends. It's gruesome to think about... but after all that happened to you, you can't help but derive some small satisfaction from the thought. Whatever the implications; this is a valid path. These are the choice available to you. Make one. [[Let her go.|Week 4, Day 7 - Free Bonnie]] She was used as much as you were. You can resent her for her actions if you want, but you can't blame her, considering who she was up against. [[Enslave her.|Week 4, Day 7 - Sex Slave Bonnie]] It may look cruel, but she's getting off lightly. [[''Protect'' her.|Week 4, Day 7 - Protect Bonnie]] As somebody who's been exposed to the choker, there's no telling how susceptible she is to future mind control. It's safer to give her a choker again and make sure you're the controller. [[End her.|Week 4, Day 7 - Kill Bonnie]] Maybe this is the only way to resolve this situation. Or maybe you just need the catharsis of revenge.

<<set $free = 1>>\ \ <<if $bimbo is 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"So, where you gonna go now?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"So, where you gonna go now?"@@<<endif>> @@.red;Bonnie@@ raises an eyebrow. @@.red;"That's pretty much up to you, champ,"@@ she says, annoyed at the games. In a situation like this, she probably wants you to speak straight. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Sorry. What I -eant to say is, you can lea-e i- you want. Or stay. Your call. It wouldn't -e right to -orce you into anything. I think we -oth had -ore than enou- o- that -or a li-etime."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Sorry. What I meant to say is, you can leave if you want. Or stay. Your call. It wouldn't be right to force you into anything. I think we both had more than enough of that for a lifetime."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Sorry. What I -eant to say is, you can lea-e i- you want. Or stay. Your call. It wouldn't -e right to -orce you into anything. I think we -oth had -ore than enou- o- that -or a li-etime."<<else>>@@.fetish;"Sorry. What I meant to say is, you can leave if you want. Or stay. Your call. It wouldn't be right to force you into anything. I think we both had more than enough of that for a lifetime."@@<<endif>><<endif>> She's stunned at hearing that. After a few seconds of processing what you said, she breaks into a smile and gives you a minute-long hug. When she releases you, her eyes are a little watery. @@.red;"It's good to see you stayed yourself. Be careful with whatever you plan to do here...@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ @@.red;probably didn't run this place alone."@@ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"I had that thought,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"I had that thought,"@@<<endif>> you smile<<if $seizefacility is 1>>, concealing your intentions<<endif>>. @@.red;Bonnie@@ smiles back. @@.red;"Maybe now I <em>can</em> stay here. In the States. I don't know yet, I'll have to think. Going back home might be nice, too. Whatever my decision, I'll make sure you hear about it first.<<if $fetishChoker is 1>> Don't forget to take off that damn choker, honey.<<endif>>"@@ With a cordial goodbye, @@.red;Bonnie@@ takes her leave for the time being. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>Before you go on, you'd really like to get rid of your own choker, as she advised. First asking, then ordering @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, she reveals that a tool for that purpose exists, and is actually closeby. You order her to fetch it, and she promptly does. The instructions are simple. Fit the tool around the choker. A prong on the device will crush the clasp if you pull on it strongly enough. It's quite primitive in its design, but you won't complain if this thing finally frees you. So you do as told and pull, hard. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 or $addiction gte 5 or $obedience gte 5 or $perversion gte 5>>Unfortunately, the choker generates intense amounts of heat, burning you badly. You're hard-pressed not to scream out loud, but are released before the pain becomes unbearable. Instinctively reaching up to the back of your neck, you feel two small bumps right next to each other, which narrow as they go down. Damn blisters... At least you're free to move on with your plan now.<<else>>You're surprised at how simple the process is. A minute of firm pulling and the choker splinters into pieces. Finally, you're free, and can move on.<<endif>><<endif>> That leaves you to <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Alright, listen. I want you to know that nothing -ad is going to ha-en to you, at least not -ecause o- me. E-en i- you're not the woman I once knew, you deser-e a li-e as you desire it, des-ite those desires not -eing real. So-e-ody changed the-, but I can't justi-y changing the- as I see fit. -ay-e they'll be restored on their own. I sure ho-e so. I miss you,@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@@@.cyan;."@@ You actually managed to say that last sentence without your dreadful speech impediment.<<else>>@@.cyan;"Alright, listen. I want you to know that nothing bad is going to happen to you, at least not because of me. Even if you're not the woman I once knew, you deserve a life as you desire it, despite those desires not being real. Somebody changed them, but I can't justify changing them as I see fit. Maybe they'll be restored on their own. I sure hope so. I miss you,@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@@@.cyan;."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Alright, listen. I want you to know that nothing -ad is going to ha-en to you, at least not -ecause o- me. E-en i- you're not the woman I once knew, you deser-e a li-e as you desire it, des-ite those desires not -eing real. So-e-ody changed the-, but I can't justi-y changing the- as I see fit. -ay-e they'll be restored on their own. I sure ho-e so. I miss you,@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@@@.fetish;."@@ You actually managed to say that last sentence without your dreadful speech impediment.<<else>>@@.fetish;"Alright, listen. I want you to know that nothing bad is going to happen to you, at least not because of me. Even if you're not the woman I once knew, you deserve a life as you desire it, despite those desires not being real. Somebody changed them, but I can't justify changing them as I see fit. Maybe they'll be restored on their own. I sure hope so. I miss you,@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@@@.fetish;."@@<<endif>><<endif>> The girl looks at you for a few seconds. She looks into your eyes so deeply you hope for a second that she'll snap out of it, even if just for a moment. @@.bunny;"Who's Bonnie?"@@ she suddenly blurts out, crushing you. For a good minute, you have your air knocked out of your lungs and don't find the strength to respond. Once @@.bunny;Bunny@@ realises that she doesn't get a reply, she starts back up with another question. @@.bunny;"Sooo, like, you're not gonna do anything mean to me even though you're really mad? Even though I did all that stuff you said was bad?"@@ You just nod, still disappointed at her apparent conviction of bimboness. @@.bunny;"Oh, thankies!"@@ she squeals, hugging you so furiously you almost fall backwards, and planting a kiss on your lips that features decidedly too much tongue. You ask her to stay for just a minute longer. <<if $chokerremoved is 1 or $string is 1>>Even if she doesn't remember, you do. So you fetch the choker removal tool -- whatever its actual name is -- and free her of that wretched device around her neck.<<else>>You also ask @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ something; namely, how to remove a choker. Two minutes later and you stand before @@.bunny;Bunny@@, with a funny-looking tool in your hand. You order @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ to truthfully tell you if and how this will help. Under her instructions, the choker comes off @@.bunny;Bunny@@ in no time. She squirms a lot, and it leaves a heart-shaped burn mark on the back of her neck, but it otherwise works as intended.<<endif>> <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>While you're at it, you take yours off too<<if $tattoo is 1 or $perversion gte 5>>, with the same burning pain and heart-shaped bump on the back of your neck. What the hell..<<endif>>.<<endif>> @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s just the same. But perhaps, with time, she'll start remembering. Perhaps she'll be able to go back to her old life. Who knows. She takes her leave, probably to jump on the next best cock, and you're left to <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"You can go,"@@ you nonchalantly tell @@.orange;Bridget@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"You can go,"@@ you nonchalantly tell @@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>. Her usual arrogance is broken for just a second, as she's taken aback by your kindness. @@.orange;"Why...?"@@ she starts to ask, more flustered than is befitting of her new personality. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"What use is it to kee- so-e-ody as insu-erable as you around?"@@ you spitefully scold her. @@.cyan;"E-ery second around you -akes -e question who you really used to -e. Whether -y -e-ory just -lays tricks on -e. That -erson was so-e-ody you could like. Well, -aybe not <em>you</em> s-ecifically. -ut this is what I- stuck with, so I'd -uch rather get rid o- you. At least that way I get to ha-e the good -e-ories sticking around, -aking -e -iss the@@ @@.red;-onnie@@ @@.cyan;I used to know."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"What use is it to keep somebody as insufferable as you around?"@@ you spitefully scold her. @@.cyan;"Every second around you makes me question who you really used to be. Whether my memory just plays tricks on me. That person was somebody you could like. Well, maybe not <em>you</em> specifically. But this is what I'm stuck with, so I'd much rather get rid of you. At least that way I get to have the good memories sticking around, making me miss the@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ @@.cyan;I used to know."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"What use is it to kee- so-e-ody as insu-erable as you around?"@@ you spitefully scold her. @@.cyan;"E-ery second around you -akes -e question who you really used to -e. Whether -y -e-ory just -lays tricks on -e. That -erson was so-e-ody you could like. Well, -aybe not <em>you</em> s-ecifically. -ut this is what I- stuck with, so I'd -uch rather get rid o- you. At least that way I get to ha-e the good -e-ories sticking around, -aking -e -iss the@@ @@.red;-onnie@@ @@.cyan;I used to know."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"What use is it to keep somebody as insufferable as you around?"@@ you spitefully scold her. @@.fetish;"Every second around you makes me question who you really used to be. Whether my memory just plays tricks on me. That person was somebody you could like. Well, maybe not <em>you</em> specifically. But this is what I'm stuck with, so I'd much rather get rid of you. At least that way I get to have the good memories sticking around, making me miss the@@ @@.red;Bonnie@@ @@.fetish;I used to know."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.orange;Bridget@@ looks at you for a few seconds, despondent. She hadn't expected a rant like that to take her down a few notches. For a brief moment it seems like she'd realise the truth in your words, but you know how unlikely that is. Sparing yourself the disappointment, <<if $chokerremoved is 1 or $string is 1>>you fetch the choker removal tool -- or whatever it's called -- and free @@.orange;Bridget@@ of hers.<<else>>you ask @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ how to get off the choker. After she brings you a tool and you order her to truthfully instruct you in its usage, you free @@.orange;Bridget@@ of her mind-controlling jewellery. She squirms a lot, and it leaves a heart-shaped burn mark on the back of her neck, but it otherwise works as intended.<<endif>> <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>While you're at it, you take yours off too<<if $tattoo is 1 or $perversion gte 5>>, with the same burning pain and heart-shaped bump on the back of your neck. What the hell..<<endif>>.<<endif>> <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Here,"@@ you slap her choker into her hand, @@.cyan;"as a memento."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Here,"@@ you slap her choker into her hand, @@.cyan;"as a memento."@@<<endif>> <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>It lends you a certain gravitas that you overcame your speech impediment this once.<<endif>> Still stunned, @@.orange;Bridget@@ makes her exit. You watch, and by no means with an angry glare. If she really knew how to, she could still come back. Apologise. But she doesn't. As she disappears out the exit, there's nothing for you to do but to <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $enslave = 1>>You walk over to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Is there a -lace where you kee- all the chokers?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Is there a place where you keep all the chokers?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Is there a -lace where you kee- all the chokers?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Is there a place where you keep all the chokers?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you whisper to her. A smile sneaks across her face. She shoots <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a glance, but you remind her who she should be paying attention to. @@.desiree;"There are a couple we keep ready on demand. It's not far."@@ She shows you and you come back with what you were looking for. Not wasting any time, you approach your former friend, who hasn't yet seen what you had brought with you.\ \ <<if $bimbo is 1>>Your hand races forward and another time, that meaningful clicking sound echoes through the room. @@.red;Bonnie@@ looks at you with big eyes, speechless. Before she does anything else, she looks into one of the windows to catch a vague reflection of herself. When she spots the inscription on her neck, she releases a blood-curdling scream and throws herself upon you. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Kneel,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Kneel,"@@<<endif>> you command before she reaches you. @@.red;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>."@@ Mere inches before you, she kneels and looks at you expectantly. You pull over a chair, sit down in it and beckon @@.red;Bonnie@@ to your side. You place a hand between her shoulder blades. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Now, Sla-e,"@@ a shiver runs through her as she hears her new title and name. @@.cyan;"When I touch you anywhere on your -ody, you will -eel a surge of -leasure. A tiny orgas-. It won't -e enou- to distract you -ro- -enial tasks, like cleaning -y <<if $penis is 1>>dick<<else>>slit<<endif>>, -ut your thoughts will be constantly wrangling with that -leasure -or e-ery second that you -eel my touch. Got it?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Now, Slave,"@@ a shiver runs through her as she hears her new title and name. @@.cyan;"When I touch you anywhere on your body, you will feel a surge of pleasure. A tiny orgasm. It won't be enough to distract you from menial tasks, like cleaning my <<if $penis is 1>>dick<<else>>slit<<endif>>, but your thoughts will be constantly wrangling with that pleasure for every second that you feel my touch. Got it?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Now, Sla-e,"@@ a shiver runs through her as she hears her new title and name. @@.fetish;"When I touch you anywhere on your -ody, you will -eel a surge of -leasure. A tiny orgas-. It won't -e enou- to distract you -ro- -enial tasks, like cleaning -y <<if $penis is 1>>dick<<else>>slit<<endif>>, -ut your thoughts will be constantly wrangling with that -leasure -or e-ery second that you -eel my touch. Got it?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Now, Slave,"@@ a shiver runs through her as she hears her new title and name. @@.fetish;"When I touch you anywhere on your body, you will feel a surge of pleasure. A tiny orgasm. It won't be enough to distract you from menial tasks, like cleaning my <<if $penis is 1>>dick<<else>>slit<<endif>>, but your thoughts will be constantly wrangling with that pleasure for every second that you feel my touch. Got it?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.red;"Y-yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>,"@@ she stammers as she suddenly bucks under the touch between her shoulders. To really hit the point home, you rub your hand up and down until you're pleasantly surprised to hear some restrained squealing from your side. She's had enough. For today, that is. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>Before you go on though, you'd really like to get rid of your own choker. First asking, then ordering @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, she reveals that a tool for that purpose exists, and is actually closeby. You order her to fetch it, and she promptly does. The instructions are simple. Fit the tool around the choker. A prong on the device will crush the clasp if you pull on it strongly enough. It's quite primitive in its design, but you won't complain if this thing finally frees you. So you do as told and pull, hard. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 or $addiction gte 5 or $obedience gte 5 or $perversion gte 5>>Unfortunately, the choker generates intense amounts of heat, burning you badly. You're hard-pressed not to scream out loud, but are released before the pain becomes unbearable. Instinctively reaching up to the back of your neck, you feel two small bumps right next to each other, which narrow as they go down. Damn blisters... At least you're free to move on with your plan now.<<else>>You're surprised at how simple the process is. A minute of firm pulling and the choker splinters into pieces. Finally, you're free, and can move on.<<endif>><<endif>> Having her put into her place<<if $fetishChoker is 1>> and yourself freed from the choker's influence<<endif>> means you can move on to <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>You'll have to take her choker off first. <<if $chokerremoved is 1 or $string is 1>>Fortunately, you still have that weird tool back in the storage room. You go to fetch it and are back within minutes. Everybody's still where they were when you left.<<else>>You ask @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ for advice. Then, to be safe, you order her to tell you. After you're reliably sure she's telling the truth, you fetch a tool that is exactly where she said it would be. Looks like you just have to press the choker into and then pull, very handy.<<endif>> You move behind @@.bunny;Bunny@@ and slip the tool into place. After some pulling, you hear her squeal, but it's necessary pain, if that's the reason for her noisy attitude. Fortunately, you find yourself strong enough to keep her steady -- damn, you're already talking about her like she's cattle, and your genitals are rather excited about that -- until the clasp finally cracks and splinters into pieces. The choker comes flying off and nothing's left on @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s neck except for a little heart-shaped bump on the back of her neck, like a blister from a burn. Well, the best way to conceal that is probably to slap on a new choker. After she's done feeling her now free neck, you wrap the new choker around her straight away. She's shocked enough to gasp, not having expected you would take one choker off just to put on another one. Still, she stays quiet and calm. Apparently, she got used to the feeling, both physical and mental. You hate to admit it, but at least a little struggle would've been exciting. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>Actually, that's a good opportunity to take off your own, which you promptly do. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 or $addiction gte 5 or $obedience gte 5 or $perversion gte 5>>Unfortunately, you have to take note of the fact that her squealing was so loud due to the intense heat the choker generates when taking it off. Feeling over the part where it used to lie on the back of your neck, you swear it has the same heart-shaped bump you just saw on your former friend.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.bunny;"<<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>?" Bunny@@ asks obediently. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Yes?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Yes?"@@<<endif>> you ask back, pleased at her discipline to use your proper title. @@.bunny;"Will I still get sex, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>?"@@ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"I- you're a good girl?"@@ you pause. @@.cyan;"Lots."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"If you're a good girl?"@@ you pause. @@.cyan;"Lots."@@<<endif>><<else>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"I- you're a good girl?"@@ you pause. @@.fetish;"Lots."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"If you're a good girl?"@@ you pause. @@.fetish;"Lots."@@<<endif>><<endif>> Squealing, she jumps into your arms, literally hugging you with her entire body. That naturally transitions to you stumbling backwards into a chair, with @@.bunny;Bunny@@ landing in your lap. What she does next need not be mentioned. Eased into a comfortable position, you feel about ready to <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>You'll have to take her choker off first. <<if $chokerremoved is 1 or $string is 1>>Fortunately, you still have that weird tool back in the storage room. You go to fetch it and are back within minutes. Everybody's still where they were when you left.<<else>>You ask @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ for advice. Then, to be safe, you order her to tell you. After you're reliably sure she's telling the truth, you fetch a tool that is exactly where she said it would be. Looks like you just have to press the choker into and then pull, very handy.<<endif>> You move behind @@.bunny;Bunny@@ and slip the tool into place. After some pulling, you hear her squeal, but it's necessary pain, if that's the reason for her noisy attitude. Fortunately, you find yourself strong enough to keep her steady -- damn, you're already talking about her like she's cattle, and your genitals are rather excited about that -- until the clasp finally cracks and splinters into pieces. The choker comes flying off and nothing's left on @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s neck except for a little heart-shaped bump on the back of her neck, like a blister from a burn. Well, the best way to conceal that is probably to slap on a new choker. After she's done feeling her now free neck, you wrap the new choker around her straight away. She's shocked enough to gasp, not having expected you would take one choker off just to put on another one. Still, she stays quiet and calm. Apparently, she got used to the feeling, both physical and mental. You don't hesitate for a second to admit that you'd have loved to see her struggle and curse. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>Actually, that's a good opportunity to take off your own, which you promptly do. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 or $addiction gte 5 or $obedience gte 5 or $perversion gte 5>>Unfortunately, you have to take note of the fact that her squealing was so loud due to the intense heat the choker generates when taking it off. Feeling over the part where it used to lie on the back of your neck, you swear it has the same heart-shaped bump you just saw on your former friend.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.orange;"<strong>What the fuck did yo--</strong>"@@ she interrupts your thoughts, but you cut her off just the same. @@.cyan;"Kneel."@@ @@.orange;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>."@@ Your order immediately takes effect, which is reflected on @@.orange;Bridget@@'s face going slack and robotic, then turning back into its angry scowl. No further comment on your part is needed. You sit back in your chair, scoot over to where @@.orange;Bridget@@ is kneeling and insert <<if $penis is 1>>your cock<<else>>the rubber strap-on you brought along with the choker remover<<endif>> into her throat. Two thrusts later and there's no sign of anger in a single cell of @@.orange;Bridget@@'s body. Now in a comfortable position, you feel ready to <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $protect = 1>>You have an idea, though there's no telling whether it'll actually work. You address @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Can you create new chokers? Quickly?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Can you create new chokers? Quickly?"@@<<endif>> you ask her. She nods. While keeping an eye on <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> you have the process explained to you, and only you. It's relatively simple, actually. After an hour, you stand there, with the finished choker in your hand. Of course you aren't naive; not anymore. You made sure to give @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ direct orders to ensure she couldn't trick you. This could work...\ \ <<if $bimbo is 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>>Before you go on though, you'd really like to get rid of your own choker. First asking, then ordering @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, she reveals that a tool for that purpose exists, and is actually closeby. You order her to fetch it, and she promptly does. The instructions are simple. Fit the tool around the choker. A prong on the device will crush the clasp if you pull on it strongly enough. It's quite primitive in its design, but you won't complain if this thing finally frees you. So you do as told and pull, hard. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 or $addiction gte 5 or $obedience gte 5 or $perversion gte 5>>Unfortunately, the choker generates intense amounts of heat, burning you badly. You're hard-pressed not to scream out loud, but are released before the pain becomes unbearable. Instinctively reaching up to the back of your neck, you feel two small bumps right next to each other, which narrow as they go down. Damn blisters... At least you're free to move on with your plan now.<<else>>You're surprised at how simple the process is. A minute of firm pulling and the choker splinters into pieces. Finally, you're free, and can move on with your plan.<<endif>> <<endif>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ has somewhat drifted off in the meantime, which will be helpful. She's slumped against the wall, dozing after she hadn't been involved for at least an hour now. While she's asleep, you sneak up on her and wrap the new choker around her neck. Both the feeling and the loud click are enough to wake @@.red;Bonnie@@ up. She takes a few seconds to process what just happened before feeling her neck. Her eyes go wide and she leaps at you in rage. You try to fight her off and tell her to stop, but you can barely get a word out as she keeps hitting your chest and knocking the air out of you. @@.cyan;"Kneel,"@@ you finally blurt out, though you don't know why that's the one word to make it. @@.red;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>."@@ Obediently, she gets on her knees in one rigid motion. @@.cyan;"Shit, I didn't--"@@ you stammer. This wasn't your intention. It gets you thinking though. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Well, -ay-e that's actually kind of hel-ul. Hear -e out; it'll -e the last order I gi-e you, I -ro-ise." "-irst o- all, you ha-en't e-en seen the choker. I couldn't co-e u- with a great idea, so it just says '-erson' right now. The idea was to gi-e you a choker that wouldn't -orce anything on you at all. I -igured i- I told you, you would re-use right away. I- sorry, -ut this isn't a de-ocratic choice, e-en i- it i-acts you greatly." "The reason I do this is -ecause you'-e -een ex-osed to the choker -e-ore, and I don't know -or how long. I don't know how -uch you know about the- either. That's why I put another choker around you; so no-ody else can. This -acility is large and so-e-ody who doesn't like -e to-ling their queen -ay try to get to -e through you. A choker around your neck -- as weird as that sounds -- -rotects you to a degree."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Well, maybe that's actually kind of helpful. Hear me out; it'll be the last order I give you, I promise." "First of all, you haven't even seen the choker. I couldn't come up with a great idea, so it just says 'Person' right now. The idea was to give you a choker that wouldn't force anything on you at all. I figured if I told you, you would refuse right away. I'm sorry, but this isn't a democratic choice, even if it impacts you greatly." "The reason I do this is because you've been exposed to the choker before, and I don't know for how long. I don't know how much you know about them either. That's why I put another choker around you; so nobody else can. This facility is large and somebody who doesn't like me toppling their queen may try to get to me through you. A choker around your neck -- as weird as that sounds -- protects you to a degree."@@<<endif>> There's a brief pause after your explanation, during which @@.red;Bonnie@@ just glares at you. @@.red;"You done?"@@ she asks, unnerved. @@.cyan;"Yeah."@@ With that, she stands back up, dusts off her knees, and walks right out of the room, presumably out of the whole facility. A pretty strong signal. You'll have to see whether she's just pissed initially and will come around eventually. At the very least, one person less in the room will help with <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[preparing your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[preparing your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[pondering your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>The next step is to remove @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s choker. Fortunately, you already have a tool for that, which you apply momentarily. You grip the tool firmly and fit it around the choker that is hugging your former friend's neck. Then, as per the instructions you received, you just pull mercilessly. Her squeals are disconcerting. At first, you just think she's squeamish. It wouldn't be unthinkable that her sensibilities have become more in line with her new personality. After a while, she gets so loud that it's unnerving though. Fortunately, the choker finally cracks, silencing her pained cries. When she's done rubbing the back of her neck in pain, you see a little heart-shaped bump where the choker's clasp just rested. It looks like it burned her, that's going to leave a mark.<<if $fetishChoker is 1>> Actually, that's a good opportunity to take off your own choker, which you promptly do. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 or $addiction gte 5 or $obedience gte 5 or $perversion gte 5>>Unfortunately, you have to take note of the fact that her squealing was so loud due to the intense heat the choker generates when taking it off. Feeling over the part where it used to lie on the back of your neck, you swear it has the same heart-shaped bump you just saw on your former friend.<<endif>><<endif>> So much for part one. You're behind @@.bunny;Bunny@@, grab the new choker you made, and just slap it on her from behind. You note happily that she doesn't freak out or panic at all. Her most pronounced reaction is a soft @@.bunny;"Oh!"@@ as the rhinestones make contact with her neck again. In fact, her reaction is so non-existent that it kind of throws you off. @@.cyan;"Don't you want to know why you got a new choker?"@@ you ask her. @@.bunny;"Nah, I don't care."@@ Well, that simplifies things. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"There are still so-e things you ha-e to know. I'll kee- it short,"@@ you explain when you see her flicking her clit impatiently, obviously needing some cock.<<if $brainDrain gte 5>> @@.pink;You know that feeling all too well...@@<<endif>> @@.cyan;"I -ut a new choker around your neck. It just says '-erson'. That way, no-ody else can -ut a choker around you unless they ha-e the re-o-al tool, which I'll kee- locked down tight. Okay?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"There are still some things you have to know. I'll keep it short,"@@ you explain when you see her flicking her clit impatiently, obviously needing some cock.<<if $brainDrain gte 5>> @@.pink;You know that feeling all too well...@@<<endif>> @@.cyan;"I put a new choker around your neck. It just says 'Person'. That way, nobody else can put a choker around you unless they have the removal tool, which I'll keep locked down tight. Okay?"@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Mhm," Bunny@@ absentmindedly agrees, but you can see she didn't hear a word. It doesn't matter, this way she'll be relatively safe. She plunges her fingers in and out of her cooch for a few more minutes until she realises that nobody is talking. Blushing, she excuses herself, leaving you to further <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>The next step is to remove @@.orange;Bridget@@'s choker. Fortunately, you already have a tool for that, which you apply momentarily. You grip the tool firmly and fit it around the choker that is hugging your former friend's neck. Then, as per the instructions you received, you just pull mercilessly. Her squeals are disconcerting. Despite her usual arrogance, she can't help but shift uncomfortably and even emit some quiet cries. At first, you think she's really just bothered by the strength of your pull. After a while, she gets so loud that it's unnerving though. Fortunately, the choker finally cracks, silencing her pained moans. When she's done rubbing the back of her neck in pain, you see a little heart-shaped bump where the choker's clasp just rested. It looks like it burned her, that's going to leave a mark. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>> Actually, that's a good opportunity to take off your own choker, which you promptly do. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 or $addiction gte 5 or $obedience gte 5 or $perversion gte 5>>Unfortunately, you have to take note of the fact that her discomfort was so noticeable due to the intense heat the choker indeed generates when taking it off. Feeling over the part where it used to lie on the back of your neck, you swear it has the same heart-shaped bump you just saw on your former friend.<<endif>><<endif>> So much for part one. You're behind @@.orange;Bridget@@, grab the new choker you made, and just slap it on her from behind. You note happily that she doesn't freak out or panic at all. Instead, there's just an annoyed, quiet sigh when the clasp closes. @@.orange;"Congrats,"@@ she mocks you, @@.orange;"you've got yourself a slave. Aren't you a big, strong, manly man?"@@ You don't say anything, just raise your eyebrows and point to a shut-off monitor, which serves as an impromptu mirror. @@.orange;Bridget@@ sees the word "Person" inscribed on her neck. She continues to stare forward dumbly. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"I can't see that choker -aking you into -uch o- a sla-e, but o-iously you would know -ore a-out that than -e,"@@ you turn her game around, passive aggressively accusing her for turning against you. Of course you know that wasn't really @@.red;Bonnie@@, the woman who actually liked you, but it had to be said. @@.cyan;"You know things that others in this -acility -ay want to know. Things a-out -yself, or things a-out the chokers. What's -ore, i- you're out and a-out, -eo-le there -ay be -ore curious than we'd like. I- not sure what would -e worse, -ut I know I don't want either scenario to -lay out. Now, with a choker around your neck, you can -e yourself -- as dreadful as that i-age is in -y head -- without any risk -or do-ination -y a third -arty, unless you're into that."@@\ <<else>>@@.cyan;"I can't see that choker making you into much of a slave, but obviously you would know more about that than me,"@@ you turn her game around, passive aggressively accusing her for turning against you. Of course you know that wasn't really @@.red;Bonnie@@, the woman who actually liked you, but it had to be said. @@.cyan;"You know things that others in this facility may want to know. Things about myself, or things about the chokers. What's more, if you're out and about, people there may be more curious than we'd like. I'm not sure what would be worse, but I know I don't want either scenario to play out. Now, with a choker around your neck, you can be yourself -- as dreadful as that image is in my head -- without any risk for domination by a third party, unless you're into that."@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"That's it?"@@ she asks. @@.cyan;"That's it."@@ @@.orange;Bridget@@ looks at you for a few seconds, almost an admiring gaze, then clicks her tongue, turns on her heel and just walks out. You're welcome. Cunt. At the very least, this will leave you time and calm to <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $kill = 1>>\ \ <<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $chokerremoved is 1 or $string is 1>>First of all, you need to get rid of your choker. Fortunately, you remember the tool you used back in the storage shed.<<else>>You ask @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ for a tool that could remove your choker first. You need to get rid of this thing. She explains such a thing is nearby, and explains its usage after bringing it over. Of course you aren't naive; you didn't just ask, you <em>ordered</em> her to explain so that she couldn't trick you into anything.<<endif>> <<if $string is 1>>All you need to do is untie the string on your choker, and you're free. Ah, that feels good.<<else>> You fit your choker into the tool. A prong is pressing against the choker's clasp and now you're supposed to just pull. <<if $brainDrain gte 5 or $addiction gte 5 or $obedience gte 5 or $perversion gte 5>>Unfortunately, you have to take note of the fact that the choker generates intense heat when taking it off. Feeling over the part where it used to lie on the back of your neck, you feel two bumps right next to each other, growing narrower as they go down. Damn burn blisters... <<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>You need to take care of your former friend. Best to just order @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ to tell you about any weapons you may find around. She points to a drawer which indeed contains a handgun. You don't know much about guns, but you've been to a gun range as a kid once, so you know how to check the magazine for ammo. It's fully loaded. It says "MODEL OF 1911 U.S. ARMY" along the side of the barrel, not that that tells you much. You grab the gun and motion for the prostitute to follow you into another room. No need to make it a public execution. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ hadn't seen what you were carrying until you told her to stop in the other room. Her eyes go wide when she sees what you're holding in your hand. @@.red;"What the fuck are you doing?"@@ she asks, quite loudly. @@.red;"Are you out of your damn mind? After all we've been through, that's seriously the first thing you do? I was fucking forced to do what I did. If I hadn't dragged you into this, it would've been @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ standing where you stand now, gun in hand, with me still at the wrong end of the barrel. Are you even listening? I apologised, I can't do any more than that. You're doing your worst enemy's bidding and you can't even--"@@ she keeps rambling on and on, but you don't hear. You raise your arm. The blur of words, strung together at a frantic pace, dies. Two seconds of actual silence. The muzzle touches her forehead. A loud bang. @@.red;Bonnie@@ slumps to the floor, motionless after impact. Turning away from the body, you go back to <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ hadn't seen what you were carrying until you told her to stop in the other room. Her eyes go wide in wonder. @@.bunny;"What's that?"@@ she asks. Apparently her mind regressed far enough to forget the sheer concept of a firearm. You raise your arm to point at your head. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ is even more confused. Not sure what to do, she reaches up to the barrel, grabs it and points it at her mouth. She starts sucking on it like a cock, using her tongue to massage the underside, her wet lips planted firmly against the metal. She even bobs back and forth and looks at you to see if she's doing it right. <em>Bang</em>. When you pull the trigger, she still has that unsure look on her face, staring right at you, seeking your approval. That child-like naivetÃ©. Idiocy. Having dealt with @@.bunny;Bunny@@ you go back to <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ hadn't seen what you were carrying until you told her to stop in the other room. Her eyes go wide when she sees what you're holding in your hand. Then she smiles, arrogant as always. @@.orange;"How telling, man's oldest penis extension. You think killing me will get you your masculinity back? I've got bad news for you, that ship has sailed. You took cock in every hole you could fit it in. The more you stuffed, the wider your smile grew. I've seen every last moment. Believe me, you're as slutty as they come, you're just scared of it. You'll wake up one day--"@@ she keeps on talking, but you're really shutting off. Her antics aren't going to get endearing anytime soon, so you just sigh loudly and give her the most indifferent look you can muster. She seems surprised that you would interrupt her like that, and legitimately shocked when you raise your arm. She's about to say something when-- <em>Bang</em>. Before she hits the floor, you've already turned around. Finally, silence. You are done here so you go back to <<if $transformfacility is 1>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending]]<<elseif $seizefacility is 1>>>>[[prepare your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending]]<<elseif $destroyfacility is 1>>[[ponder your plans.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert, Lucas or Turning Into a Man, Destroy Facility]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

This is it. You stand in the command centre of the facility. You won. Not just you; humanity. Your thoughts stray to images of a world ruled by the likes of @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, where citizens are transformed and ripped out of their lives on a whim. Living in perpetual terror and repression. That won't happen with you, no way. But you will have to remain vigilant, and you know moral superiority complexes are dangerous. You need to be pragmatic. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ can't be freed of her chains. For as long as you live, you can't imagine what havoc she could wreak if left to her own devices. In all likelihood, there will be more people like her, and some of her story rang true; if you came out with the chokers as they are, trying to openly promoted them as a potential tool for medicine, the government would likely think of military applications first if news about the chokers' other qualities come to light. First things first, though. The computer terminal is actually rather well-labelled, with many explanations right there next to all the controls. Fortunately, you don't even have to rely on these being even remotely accurate, since, when in doubt, you own the designer of the thing. Asking @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ about how you can control this terminal is a beautiful passive-aggressive way of showing her she's now part of your stable of slaves, even though you dislike the thought yourself. You plan to do good, but you're not an angel, alright? Every one of your "inquiries" -- they're orders, really -- is followed by an honest response from @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, though not before she cringes for a second. Delicious. This really is the central command unit, as it turns out, and you can do nearly anything you could imagine with the chokers and their wearers from here. Your first step is clear; take control of the facility. That means taking control of everybody presently wearing a choker. You don't like it, but it's necessary. To go through with it, all that's required is that you press your index finger down on a panel. Makes sense, it-- OW! You withdraw your finger in shock to see a drop of blood dripping down, and more worryingly, @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ smiling at you. @@.cyan;"What did that do?"@@ you ask her with a panicked expression. She remains quiet. @@.cyan;"<strong>SAY IT!</strong>"@@ Unable to disobey a direct order, she complies. @@.desiree;"It's secure identification. Fingerprints can be deceiving, but getting your blood is a mite harder."@@ So it was completely normal. Not letting that little scare pass, you grab a chair, sit down in front of the terminal, and sit down @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ on you<<if $penis is 0>> with a strap-on<<endif>>. As long as her ass is still tight, you want to have a go at her. You doubt it'll stay tight much longer. Now you are instructed in the usage of this device with a beautiful woman bouncing up and down your<<if $penis is 0>> rubber<<endif>> cock. You should've started like this. Not only is it incredibly satisfying, it also keeps @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ so deliriously happy that she can't muster the mental capacity to play tricks on you. Button by button, display by display, you are taking control of the main terminal, and by extension, [[taking control of the entire facility.|Week 4, Day 7 - Transform Facility Ending 2]]

This is it. You stand in the command centre of the facility. You won. Previously unknown power right under your fingertips. Your thoughts stray to images of a world ruled by the likes of @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, where citizens are transformed and ripped out of their lives on a whim. Only now you get to earn the ripe, shapely, busty rewards. But you will have to remain vigilant. Many in the facility have been indoctrinated by @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ for who knows how long. They might not take kindly to your coup. Before you get drunk on your power, you will have to secure it. First things first, though. The computer terminal is actually rather well-labelled, with many explanations right there next to all the controls. Fortunately, you don't even have to rely on these being even remotely accurate, since, when in doubt, you own the designer of the thing. Asking @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ about how you can control this terminal is a beautiful passive-aggressive way of showing her she's now part of your stable of slaves. A beautiful start. Every one of your "inquiries" -- they're orders, really -- is followed by an honest response from @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, though not before she cringes for a second. Delicious. This really is the central command unit, as it turns out, and you can do nearly anything you could imagine with the chokers and their wearers from here. Your first step is clear; take control of the facility. That means taking control of everybody presently wearing a choker. A good first step to establish hegemony over the facility. To go through with it, all that's required is that you press your index finger down on a panel. Makes sense, it-- OW! You withdraw your finger in shock to see a drop of blood dripping down, and more worryingly, @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ smiling at you. @@.cyan;"What did that do?"@@ you ask her with a panicked expression. She remains quiet. @@.cyan;"<strong>SAY IT!</strong>"@@ Unable to disobey a direct order, she complies. @@.desiree;"It's secure identification. Fingerprints can be deceiving, but getting your blood is a mite harder."@@ So it was completely normal. Not letting that little scare pass, you grab a chair, sit down in front of the terminal, and sit down @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ on you<<if $penis is 0>> with a strap-on<<endif>>. As long as her ass is still tight, you want to have a go at her. You doubt it'll stay tight much longer. Now you are instructed in the usage of this device with a beautiful woman bouncing up and down your<<if $penis is 0>> rubber<<endif>> cock. You should've started like this. Not only is it incredibly satisfying, it also keeps @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ so deliriously happy that she can't muster the mental capacity to play tricks on you. Button by button, display by display, you are taking control of the main terminal, and by extension, [[taking control of the entire facility.|Week 4, Day 7 - Seize Facility Ending 2]]

That's it then. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ revealed that she actually had a contingency plan like this. From behind multiple locks of various kinds, she produces large stacks of plastic explosives. She has a room for them. If these are distributed through the complex, it'll be more than enough to bring it down, and everyone within. It's not a subtle option, but the fact that the vast majority of rooms is underground will help. To avoid arousing suspicion, you will keep the floors above ground intact. They're essentially just the reception and some amenities anyway. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ and the other slaves get to work on their final task, placing the explosives in strategic spots. At least they seem strategic to you, you're no engineer. You move outside.<<if $robertAlly1 is 1>> So does @@.robert;Robert@@.<<endif>><<if $lucasAlly is 1>> @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is with you, too.<<endif>><<if $kill is 0>> Finally, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> comes out as well.<<endif>> Everybody else stays in the facility. One press of a button. <em>Boom</em>. The earth shakes violently and loudly. Even the building before you looks rattled, but keeps its integrity. That was probably noticeable over quite a distance, but outwardly, everything looks in order. Nobody should be drawn to this spot by suspicion. It's done. The facility and any proof of the chokers is gone.<<if $bimbo is 2>> @@.bunny;Bunny@@ may ramble on, and tell people, but nobody will take her seriously.<<elseif $bimbo is 0>> @@.orange;Bridget@@ may talk, but she has no hard evidence, so nobody will take her seriously.<<endif>> You're confident that you've done the best for humanity. Besides, and you don't care if it sounds selfish, you have a life of your own. If you took control of the facility, no matter for what purpose, you don't see yourself living for anything but that job. Speaking of your life... which are you going to choose? There's no complete going back to life as it used to be. If you have the money, you could turn yourself back to look mostly like a man again, sure. But your job is gone, that much is clear. You may get your apartment back, though you don't know how tolerant your landlord is towards knockout gas attacks. That one's on you, you never asked him! Jokes aside, what are you going to do now?<<if $robertAlly1 is 1>> @@.robert;Robert@@'s affection for you has been hard to miss. It's not an overstatement to say he's straight-up fallen in love with your feminine side. The question then is, do you reciprocate those feelings? Could you live as a woman? As a <em>wife</em>? He turned out to be such a sweet guy<<if $penis is 1>>, but you don't know whether he'd accept those last male pieces of you, dangling between your legs<<endif>>. If you actually married him, <<if $penis is 1>>you would probably have to get a vagina, the proper way, without sci-fi magic to make it all "easy".<<else>>would he remain that sweet guy though? You've seen how he can be at work sometimes.<<endif>> It's a risk, but you have the potential to find true love, happiness and a family.<<endif>>\ <<if $lucasAlly is 1>> There's always the option to start a life with @@.lucas;Lucas@@. Admittedly, he's a bit old for you... but you can't deny the kind of looks he sent your way on more than one occasion. So you know he's interested, and he's not that bad-looking. He aged gracefully. Besides, a relationship goes beyond bodily attraction. Having somebody like him at your side would mean you always have somebody to tell you touching or interesting stories. Somebody you can have a conversation with. Starting a family would be out of the question with him, but perhaps that's for the better.<<if $penis is 1>> You're not even sure whether you'd want to get your dicklet removed.<<endif>> At least you'd have somebody who cares for you though, who understands you.<<endif>><<if $bimbo is 0 and $free is 1>> There's @@.red;Bonnie@@ to consider. Now that you're both free of the watchful eye of The Corporation, she could give up prostitution, maybe. Start a relationship, maybe get married even. <<if $cash gte 1000>>You could turn yourself back into your normal, male form and perhaps even start a family with her.<<else>>With how empty your wallet is, it would be a <<if $penis is 1>>semi-<<endif>>lesbian wedding, you figure. <<if $penis is 1>>You don't have a pussy, but you don't exactly look like the definitive husband either.<<else>>Your pussy would stick with you for the foreseeable future, so you'd have to rely on @@.red;Bonnie@@ being open-minded.<<endif>><<endif>> You've known her for so long... You know she wasn't close to being exclusive, but it still felt like you had a relationship.<<endif>><<if $pickedJav is 1>> You always have Japan... It's weird that you think about it now, but that pornset was amazing. Obviously, this clears up much of the confusion of your chosen sex; you'd doubtlessly be most successful in porn when you flaunt a beautiful pussy. In that sense, you would be restricted. But it paid quite well and everybody was so nice, almost revering you. There isn't a doubt in your mind that the industry would happily keep a spot open for you. Fame and fortune would be yours, despite the stigma that comes with it.<<endif>> As a last resort, you could leave it all behind. Skip town for good, settle down on another continent. The UK seems lucrative... getting a passport may be troublesome at first, but you figure you made an acquaintance or two that could help with that. Once there, you can try to build a new life. There's another choice connected with that though. Do you go there a man or a <<if $penis is 1>>half-<<endif>>woman? <<if $cash lt 1000>>Well, your wallet can answer that for you. Maybe after you worked there a while, you'll be able to afford an operation.<<endif>><<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>> Actually, there is one more option, though. Like it or not, the choker has shown you pleasures that you hadn't deemed earthly. Turning your back on those feelings is not an easy task. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>You've been given a @@.fetish;Fetish Slut@@ choker... it'd be easy to put it on and live your new life according to it.<<else>>You could just give in to the new @@.fetish;Fetish Slut@@ choker and make a living with that.<<endif>><<endif>> Choose your future. <<if $robertAlly1 is 1>>[[Become Robert's wife.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert's Housewife]] <<endif>><<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[Become Lucas' wife.|Week 4, Day 7 - Lucas' Housewife]] <<endif>><<if $bimbo is 1 and $free is 1>>[[Marry Bonnie.|Week 4, Day 7 - Bonnie's Wifeband]] <<endif>><<if $pickedJav is 1>>[[Become a JAV starlet.|Week 4, Day 7 - JAV is my Life]] <<endif>><<if $cash gte 1000 and $penis is 1>>[[Flee to Europe as a man.|Week 4, Day 7 - A Man's World]] <<endif>>[[Flee to Europe as a woman.|Week 4, Day 7 - A Woman's World]]<<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>> [[Go back to find another choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - Chokers are Love...]]<<endif>>

Life is good. Incredibly good. After you had mastered controlling the facility, there were essentially unlimited options. @@.desiree;DerriÃ¨re@@ occasionally still bounces up and down your lap, though her main hole is so used up that you've required her services less and less recently. The primary objective was something else anyway. Once you took control, you had to reverse engineer the chokers, essentially. @@.desiree;DerriÃ¨re@@ wasn't useless, but as her programming grew, so her knowledge faded. Perhaps it's for the better; she might not have known everything, so another thorough look at the components may yield new information. It took years before anything was viable, but you uncovered heaps of information every single day. This resource that they apparently found on their own is straight out of sci-fi movies, or so your engineers tell you. You doubt they're lying, since they're bound to you by chokers as well. That is the one problem you still have, figuring out how to reverse choker effects. They're easy to get off somebody, but how to get them out of their brains... that's still a challenge. That being the case, just removing the staff's chokers was out of the question. Who knows how long they've been imprinted on by the previous administration? It pains you to control them like this, but you're putting them to actually good use. You say that, because that recent breakthrough promises exactly what you've been looking for: Essentially, your team managed to reverse the polarity of the choker, making patients into the opposite of what's written on them. Basically, if you give somebody a "Cancer Patient" designation and fit them with a prototype, the cancer cells in his body are detected and the prototype works to remove them. They were also redesigned as more subtle bracelets, and the clasp is less-than-permanent now. First tests were very promising, but sadly, the mind control part still has to be figured out. There's not a doubt in your mind that your team will manage that too, as they have made tremendous strides over the course of this project. <<if $free is 1>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>At times, @@.red;Bonnie@@ still visited. Though the choker has terrified her as much as you, she understood what you're trying to right away, and very much supports your vision. Last month, she came in for another visit, but seemed out of it. You asked what that is about right away. @@.red;Bonnie@@ sighed. @@.red;"It's been a long time since I was home. I don't even know whether I still have family. I was afraid to go back all this time, afraid they'd torture them, too. Having them feel like I've abandoned them for so long..."@@ her voice broke up, but her frown turned into a smile. @@.red;"Thanks to you I at least have a chance of righting that wrong. Thank you for everything,@@ @@.cyan;Kevin@@@@.red;."@@ She hugged you right there for longer than any embrace you ever got. Her using your male name is more than just a symbolic gesture to you. @@.red;Bonnie@@ is a true friend, despite all that happened. Of course, you wished her all the best, and reminded her to send you a postcard or something similarly tourist-y. She laughed, promised she would, and made good on that promise just a few weeks later. @@.red;Bonnie@@ reported that she had a good flight -- as good as Economy can be -- and arrived safely. Apparently, she even had a lead on her parents already! No news since then, but it's not been that long. You sure hope it went over smoothly.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>Now and then, you still had @@.bunny;Bunny@@ show up at your doorstep. The facility basically became your new home, as creepy as it first felt. Most of the time, she was wandering the streets in her search for cock and came up short. There was usually somebody around the facility who had enough energy for a quick fuck, which @@.bunny;Bunny@@ knew too well. @@.red;Bonnie@@ hasn't woken up yet. You've given up hope that she ever will. Instead of really dealing with it, you try to focus on getting research going. At least there are still other people you have a chance of saving.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ never showed up again. The thought hurts and you often delve into research and administrative tasks to distract yourself from it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. @@.orange;Bridget@@ was a cunt. Probably still is. There's no two ways to say it. @@.red;Bonnie@@ wasn't. Never. Knowing now what a huge oppressive organisation was standing behind her, <em>above</em> her, you wonder whether her indulgence in the choker wasn't a choice. Sure, she asked you, but she had to know what it could do to her, right? She could've ignored your wish, right? Your memories are faint... You're not quite sure whether she was wearing the choker when she asked you. But you didn't put it around her, so it shouldn't matter! Mulling it over doesn't change things. But your research can, and that's what's important.\ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $enslave is 1>>You have to say that in between all this stressful work, having a nymphomaniac fuckdoll at your side helped a great deal. You can sort of understand why @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ made a sex slave paradise of this place, but you don't let it get to you. This was personal, and it's nothing you would do again. But, dear lord, does it feel fucking great to have done it once. Even now, as you're listening to one of your researchers explain his latest progress, <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> is kneeling between your legs, getting her face stuffed with your sex. At times, she sounds like she can hardly breathed, but you know that's just antics. She's so well-trained, she could probably orally pleasure you underwater for an hour and still have oxygen left to swallow your juices.\ \ <<elseif $protect is 1>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>You've never seen @@.red;Bonnie@@ again. To her, wearing another choker must've felt worse than death. You can sort of understand how she feels, yet at the same time are completely puzzled. You expected an emotional reaction. But you also thought she would understand in the long term. But it seems she didn't. Maybe there are just some things you didn't know about her. If she had come back, you gladly would've taken her choker off again, but she never did all these years. Perhaps she found her own way of removing it. Perhaps she just grew used to it. Perhaps you never should've started meddling in her own life yourself. Whatever it is, at the very least you know she's safe.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ stops by from time to time, but her visits are always predictable. @@.bunny;"Can I please <<if $penis is 1>>suck your dick<<else>>lick your cunt<<endif>>?"@@ you mimick her chirpy voice in your head. Your response is rarely negative, though she tends to relish the encounter so much that it actually tears a hole in your daily schedule from time to time. It's not that she has any trouble picking up men. Honestly, you never really understood why she came to you for sex occasionally. She seems the perfect type for a gloryhole, if all else fails. Yet you find her on your doorstep every other week, begging for somebody to flick her button. Oh well, there are worse obligations to owe a friend.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>Of course, @@.orange;Bridget@@ never showed her face again. It's probably for the better. You don't know if you could restrain yourself once she started opening her mouth. It's hard to remember there is @@.red;Bonnie@@ somewhere beneath that surface. It only gets more difficult with every passing day. Maybe it's best that you don't see @@.orange;Bridget@@, or else you might forget entirely.\ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $kill is 1>>\ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ is still gone though. What a trite statement. Of course she is. The initial satisfaction of having got rid of and back at her quickly gave way to a feeling of emptiness, as cheesy as that sounds. You've known each other for a long time. You never harboured any negative feelings towards her. Obviously, or else you wouldn't have consistently hired her. Her services hardly ended at sexual pleasure. In fact, you probably talked more than you fucked. She always had an open ear, sound and caring advice, and a cheerful smile to go along with it. A tear rolls down your cheek, but you quickly wipe it away. You ended her life and that's something you'll have to cope with for the rest of yours.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>From time to time, that image of @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s last moments pops into your head. The way that she didn't understand her situation in the slightest just makes it all the more disconcerting. Killing somebody like her... so innocent, naive and dumb, yet at the same time so dangerous. It's like killing a child that pulled a knife on you, and didn't even understand what that meant. The memory haunts you, and makes work impossible at time. Yet you can't imagine herself living on like that. Deep inside, you still wanted @@.red;Bonnie@@ back and knew you'd never get her. Never see her smile again. Not <em>her</em>, not really. To stick with analogies, maybe it was a bit like pulling the plug on a year-long coma patient. Only you knew with certainty that @@.red;Bonnie@@ wasn't going to wake up. Maybe it's best not to ponder this, or there goes another day wasted.\ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>It's hard not to be pleased by the silence that @@.orange;Bridget@@'s death has left behind. It sounds harsh, cruel. Horrible, even. Despite her grinding attitude, you do feel guilt sometimes. But mostly, you think you did the right thing. @@.orange;Bridget@@ wasn't doing herself any favours with that attitude. If @@.red;Bonnie@@ had seen what she would become... shit, she might have taken that gun from you and pulled the trigger herself. That's really the thought that you cling on to when you have to get through the day. It's grinding work, but you're the only one who can do it right now.\ <<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> <<if $robertAlly1 is 1>>@@.robert;Robert@@ has taken an interest in your new research. He's here almost every day now and has a semi-fixed position in middle management. Some things never change, huh? Honestly, you think he was desperate to get back into a respectable position after losing his job because of you. It's not that you felt guilty... Okay, you felt guilty. Nonetheless, he does a terrific job. Neither of you is great at research yourselves, but that's not always required in leadership, and that's a field he knows like nobody else. He's done his best making himself an asset and you definitely wouldn't want to miss him<<if $kill is 1>>, even though he has denounced your murder of <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> vocally and repeatedly, which didn't help at all<<endif>>. One thing you noticed though is that he occasionally glances over to you at work. Sometimes it's only to sneak a peek, other times it feels like he's trying to impress you with something he's doing. It's cute, but you both know that this kind of job doesn't allow for a RomCom to bloom. The facility still has potentially horrifying capabilities, which you are doing your utmost to contain. You won't let romance compromise that, which doesn't mean he isn't a very dear friend to you.\ \ <<elseif $robertEnemy1 is 1>>After @@.robert;Robert@@ got himself caught beneath a pile of sex slaves, he had to find out that he would soon join them. It pained you to do it, but he was out of control, physically fit, and smart to boot. If he had got some people together -- like the leader he naturally is -- who had their loyalties more closely aligned with @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ than with you, he could've made a lot of trouble. By now, it's no longer @@.robert;Robert@@ who's wandering these halls, it's @@.ruby;Ruby@@. Again, you don't take any joy out of saying this but it has to be said: she's such a good fucking lay. The girl has a hunger that begs for an explanation. You in your best days of choker madness haven't gone this wild. @@.ruby;Ruby@@ could've turned out an independent, dear friend. Instead, she chose to threaten and assault you, so she was turned into a greedy, mewling bimbo pet. If you take a look at her now, speared on some male slaves cock, merrily waving to you when she sees you looking, you have the impression she's content with her choices.\ \ <<else>>It's a pity seeing... @@.robert;Robert@@ like this. You've been around here so long, you have to constantly remind yourself that what is spearing itself on a man's cock right there, waving merrily to you when she sees you looking, used to be your boss, and a rather masculine man. Seeing her like this, you have to wonder whether she'd want to have it any other way. You hate to admit it, but have to say it: She's a fucking terrific lay. You don't take her often because of the memories it brings back up, but her sex craze puts your best choker depravity to shame. There's no doubt; nobody who saw this girl would think there's a man behind those eyes. And by now, you have serious doubts that there still is.\ \ <<endif>> <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>@@.lucas;Lucas@@ is extremely uncomfortable in the facility still, but he's grown used to being here over time. His advice is invaluable to your efforts. You're glad to have him at your side to help you out. Especially the transitional period at the beginning has gone incredibly smoothly, in large part due to him. The fact that he occasionally stares at you<<if $robertAlly1 is 1>> -- perhaps even more so than @@.robert;Robert@@ --<<endif>> hasn't eluded you. But that won't do. Not with the amount of work on your desk every morning. You're sure @@.lucas;Lucas@@ understands and you're glad to consider him a friend, as well as a trusted aide.\ \ <<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>@@.lexi;Lexi@@ is still roaming the halls, playing the part of the Bimbot. You had her checked by a medical team -- and yourself, more than once, you have to admit -- and it turns out she's not actually a robot. It's good to see the choker's powers end somewhere. She's as much of a meatbag as you are. Sadly, that doesn't change a thing about her mind. @@.lexi;Lexi@@ certainly thinks she's a robot and a sex-crazed one at that. You feel sorry that you couldn't spare @@.lucas;Lucas@@ this fate, that you can't even help him now. On the bright side though, he's terrifically young now and probably doubled his lifespan by wearing that choker. Of course, he does have to spend that life as a mind-warped sextoy...\ \ <<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>It's still hard to believe that @@.lucas;Lucas@@ would have turned on you like that. You barely knew the man, and you'd done nothing to him. Yet he concocted this conspiracy that completely removed from reality, and used it to justify enslaving you, even teaming up with his alleged nemesis. Good thing he didn't succeed, though he <em>sucks</em> a lot now, roaming the facility as @@.lexi;Lexi@@. You don't want to enslave more people than necessary, but @@.lucas;Lucas@@ was extremely dangerous, whereas @@.lexi;Lexi@@ is pleasant and docile. The old man knew more than most. If he knew personnel here and riled them up, or knew about some technical quirk of the facility he could use against you, you'd be done for. Had he won, you'd be the Bimbot, patrolling these halls in search for more cock. At least she doesn't look like she minds getting her face stuffed anymore...\ \ <<endif>> What will the future hold? You have no way of knowing, but you kept this facility running for a long time now. @@.desiree;DerriÃ¨re@@ doesn't pose the tiniest threat to you at this point, and any who were still loyal to her got disillusioned by the first presentation of her new skillset. Those who were still ardent followers who could not be dissuaded have been forcefully re-programmed. A necessary sacrifice to uphold your vision. You set out to build a better future, and you have no doubt in your mind that you are close to seeing it. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: For a Better Tomorrow-</em>

Jesus fuck. Version 1.0. Never thought I'd get here. Never thought this <em>wouldn't</em> be the end either. There are still lots of improvements I want to do. Part of that will be an entirely new storyline (after the first week), which sets you down the path of becoming the ultimate @@.pink;Bimbo@@ along @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s side. There are lots of good ideas, but few plans as of yet. The crunch to get 1.0 out there was pretty taxing and though the ending may not seem very long, it is quite wide. -insert joke about length not being everything here- Besides, other, smaller improvements (like an early genital change) still take precedence, though I may write both simultaneously, as I feel. After I've taken care of bugfixes, I'll take a little break though. As I said, bearing down to get this update finished was really fun, but also insanely stressful. I usually take a much more relaxed pace, but this felt like a good opportunity to get shit done. Still, I have other projects/hobbies that don't have to do with mind-controlled super sluts (@@.pink;boooooriiing@@), and of course a private life and education to take care of. I've probably said this in every update, but I'm very much concerned about balance. Since I know most spots where your stats change, there's little sense in me playing through. I do it occasionally, and I never get a sense of whether something is too easy or too hard. That's why I always love getting feedback on this. The more specific, the better. Especially the money is a constant concern of mine, I can never figure out when it's too hard or too easy, or just plain doesn't make sense. Currently, the amount you need at the end doesn't really make sense ($$1000 to get complete surgery? Sounds a little cheap), but that's what I felt was fair with the money you can currently earn. So in the future, that will defintely get some work too. If there's actual bugs (oh I know there will be) that you want to report, be sure to give a few lines of text so I can more easily find the section that was causing you trouble. If it's a problem with the endings and you can't really figure it out, these things may be relevant: Your relationship with Robert, your relationship with Lucas, your permanent stats (Brain Drain, Addiction, Obedience, Perversion) and what happened during the helmet trap on Week 4, Day 5. Thanks in advance for all my hardworking, unpaid beta testers :) I'm sure there will be plenty of bugs; I tried testing here and there, but I did a MAD crunch to get this finished by Christmas for all of you, and something's bound to slip through with this much branching at the end. Nothing should prevent you from getting to the end though. I think that's all I have to say for now, though I'm sure you have much more to points to raise ;) That's what the forum is for. If you haven't yet read the disclaimer in the sidebar, go ahead and take a look to learn a bit about the many people that helped me do this, plus some year-old ramblings about some things tangentially related to Choker Change. Thank you, I hope you had a good fap.

Life is good. Incredibly good. After you had mastered controlling the facility, there were essentially unlimited options. @@.desiree;DerriÃ¨re@@ occasionally still bounces up and down your lap, though her main hole is so used up that you've required her services less and less recently. The primary objective was something else anyway. Taking control was way too easy. One prick of a needle and everybody was yours to command. It was remarkably effective, but of course some employees here were unchokered. That changed quickly. One of your first tasks was to master choker production, which is simpler than you first thought. The process must have been perfected over a long time for production cycles to be this short. Within a week, nobody in the facility had a free neck except for you. With your power basis secured, you could think of expanding. @@.desiree;DerriÃ¨re@@'s plan wasn't terrible, but flawed. You don't want to exude any illusions of grandeur. You just want the biggest harem the world has seen. No more focussing on one measly state. Your agents spread across the country, targetting those who would like not be noticed missing. The nation will thank you for getting the homeless off the streets. Who cares that their gratitude will be compulsory, it's still so nice to hear. You've been seriously considering opening another facility, maybe on the East Coast. In just a few years, your agents have already covered half the country. Give it two more and you're likely stretched Pacific to Atlantic. A second base would be a tremendous help. Perhaps you soon have to think about promoting a second-in-command. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ is out of the question for that.\ <<if $free is 1>>You freed her out of compassion, thinking back to all the good times you had together. After you'd toppled @@.desiree;DerriÃ¨re@@, you had said goodbye on such good terms, yet you never heard from her again. The only way that makes sense is that she somehow heard or noticed what you've done with the facility and obviously disapproves. That makes the situation a bit more precarious than you'd like. You want her to be free, you truly do. But just to be safe, maybe you should keep an eye on her.\ <<elseif $enslave is 1>>Obviously, her abilities are much better suited to <<if $penis is 1>>bouncing up and down your cock<<else>>licking your pussy<<endif>>, which she does frequently and freely. God, she got so good at that, you can hardly concentrate right now as she's going at your nethers. Her enhanced body sure is a lot of help. Occasionally, she still shoots you angry glares, but they become fewer every day. The more cock she's cramming inside her, the happier she is, and she'll know that pleasure for the rest of her life.\ <<elseif $protect is 1>>You haven't even seen her since you put that new choker around her. Perhaps it was wrong to let her just leave. But at least this way, your secret is relatively safe. Then again, you can never be <em>too</em> safe. Maybe you should keep a close eye on her... just to make sure.\ <<elseif $kill is 1>>Even if she were still alive, you doubt she'd do something like that for you. She always struck you as a girl who cherishes her independence. You breathe a wistful sigh. At the moment, it felt so right to end it. You were mad, but most importantly, nothing was allowed to compromise this operation. And now she won't. All that's left of her is the painful memory of murdering a good friend, though it's easier to forget in the flood of pussy that surrounds you.\ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ is out of the question for that. <<if $free is 1>>She still comes to visit roughly every other week. You're honestly stumped as to why she does, but every 14 days, your doorbell rings and @@.bunny;Bunny@@ steps through, mostly looking for a cock to ride or a pussy to lick. When yours is busy -- which is not a rare occurrence these days -- she happily settles for one of your countless slaves. It's funny, you can't imagine her having much trouble finding dick in the outside world. Her visits are endearing enough, but she's obviously the least suited person you know for a leadership position.\ <<elseif $enslave is 1>>Her skills are geared towards much more pleasurable activity than leadership. Occasionally, she does take the lead, but now you're being silly. Honestly, her personality as your slave isn't that different from her inclinations before. Only now you get a lot more <<if $penis is 1>>@@.bunny;"Master"@@<<else>>@@.bunny;"Mistress"@@<<endif>> at the end of every sentence. You definitely made the right choice. Having @@.bunny;Bunny@@ cater to your sexual needs with her limitless enthusiasm takes a lot of the edge of after a hard day's work. Even though it really is a dream job.\ <<elseif $protect is 1>>You're not quite sure what good the choker has done you. She still stops by occasionally when she can't find a dick to ride in the outside world, but you're not sure how much the choker really binds her to you, nor what information she could even divulge to anybody if she wanted to. You've seen how quickly @@.desiree;DerriÃ¨re@@'s mind faded, so no doubt @@.bunny;Bunny@@ has relinquished most rational thoughts from her brain entirely by now. Still, it's good to know that at least she can't be controlled directly by a potential enemy of yours.\ <<elseif $kill is 1>>Even if she were still alive, she was the last person you'd think of when you have to fill a leadership position. The image of that sweet young girl, looking at you, seeking your approval, then getting a bullet through her head though... that sticks with you the most. Having your thoughts drift to the subject of @@.bunny;Bunny@@ inevitably brings that memory back. She wasn't herself anymore. The chokers made her into what she was, and she was completely helpless. It was a mercy, you try telling yourself, but you can never quite get over losing your good friend, perhaps even your best.\ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ is out of the question for that.\ <<if $free is 1>>Not only would you have to hear that annoying voice all the time, you haven't even seen her since that last encounter. No thanks, no goodbye. It shouldn't be too surprising, but you still find it somewhat upsetting. In hindsight, letting her go really was quite a risky move. Perhaps it'd be better to keep an eye on her from now on...\ <<elseif $enslave is 1>>Her skillset is much more pleasant now, though not suited for leadership at all. She was already hopelessly addicted to cum, so her transition to being a sex slave with all her holes has been nothing if not smooth. The first thing you did was change her speech. God, not having to hear that grating, nagging, narcissistic voice all day long is better than her rimjobs. Instead, she's reduced to a mewling, bubbly mess whenever there's a cock in the room. You wouldn't have it any other way.\ <<elseif $protect is 1>>You're not entirely sure what good the choker will have done you. She's not shown up at the facility since, predictably. What's worrying you the most is her personality; she's bound to offend somebody she shouldn't offend. At first, you were quite confident in your plan, but now you keep thinking you should keep a close eye on her...\ <<elseif $kill is 1>>Even if she were still alive, having her as your right hand would be unacceptable. If you hadn't killed her back then, you'd probably shoot her after her second status report. Her arrogance would be her downfall, just as it was @@.desiree;DerriÃ¨re@@'s. You don't need to be dragged down with her.\ <<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> <<if $robertAlly1 is 1>>An obvious candidate for leadership would be @@.robert;Robert@@. He has actual experience and you have no doubt he would be loyal to you. At least with some coercion. He was initially shocked once he figured out that you were planning to use the facility to make the world your harem. It took him a while though, and when he did, it was a little late. Instead of escaping, he was frightened enough to vie for your approval. He'd stay late, work to grow your stables and basically do anything to avoid being chokered. You always had the feeling it was out of insecurity more than anything; that he envisioned himself surrendering to being a hyper-feminine sextoy so fast it was embarrassing to him. Well, you don't mind some insecurity. You can work with that. On some occasions, you let the threat dangle above him. Small comments, like how he might be more effective if you just went through and put a choker on him or how you had a dream last night of him getting pounded by you<<if $penis is 0>> with a strap-on<<endif>>, proved very effective, and entertaining. You'll consider him for the position, it's definitely worth a thought.\ \ <<elseif $robertEnemy1 is 1>>Dealing with @@.robert;Robert@@ -- you should really so @@.ruby;Ruby@@ now, how impolite of you -- was a no-brainer. The man crossed you and is not to be trusted. It felt so fucking good to wrap that choker around her neck. Almost as good as thrusting your <<if $penis is 1>>fat cock down her throat<<else>>juicy pussy against her squirming lips<<endif>> afterwards. What's really surprising is how fast the transformation took. She turned from masculine man to subservient fucktoy within a week. It's clear now that she had potential from the start, and every day she shows you her gratitude for helping her discover her true nature.\ \ <<else>>Of course there were still remnants of @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s doings around, @@.ruby;Ruby@@ perhaps the most noticeable of which. That girl is absolutely insatiable; and you mean it. You've worn a choker yourself, you know how it feels. But you've been exposed to its threat for four weeks and even then you resisted. This girl has been on a cocksucking marathon since the week you took over. Honestly, you're happy for her. She was obviously never meant to be a man, and found that out very quickly. Good for her. Good for you too, those lips feel so fucking great. Most of the time though, you select, groom and use your own harem. There's just something special about fucking a girl you made.\ \ <<endif>> <<if $lucasAlly is 1>>@@.lucas;Lucas@@ didn't stay put. In fact, he bolted before you could even really react to it. It's a shame too, because he would have been more than helpful. Normally, you'd be upset, but just recently, after years of him being in hiding, you got a report of a man that fits his description all too well. Having a shapely MILF in your herd is such a tempting thought... Looks like somebody's up for reintegration.\ \ <<elseif $lucasEnemy is 1>>Catching @@.lucas;Lucas@@ was easy enough. Turns out, turning him into a robotic fucktoy was even easier. It's not like you had a choice. The guy worked in this facility for a long time, knows its workings intimately and is quite intelligent. Well, was quite intelligent. You won't pretend that you didn't have fun breaking him though, as quick as it was. You swear he must've been exposed to transformations before, nobody can crack this fast. Whatever the case, you surpassed another obstacle in your quest for domination, and you even got a horny sex doll in the process.\ \ <<elseif $lucasNeutral is 1>>@@.lexi;Lexi@@ made no problems whatsoever. She can be a bit overbearing in her search for cock as she wanders the hallways, but she's a good, obedient Bimbot overall. There's no sign of her making a recovery whatsoever. Not that you'd consider taking off that choker of hers. You make use of her services yourself sometimes, but<<if $robertAlly1 is 0 and $robertEnemy1 is 0>> like with @@.ruby;Ruby@@,<<endif>> fucking the brains out of a girl that you <em>made</em> is much more enjoyable than feasting on somebody else's product.\ \ <<endif>> Whatever the case, your story turned out a successful one. When your thoughts drift back to the middle of your predicament, when you were in the thick of it... How impossible the odds seemed. And yet you beat them, a veritable underdog story. That reminds you, your array of pet girls is rather lacking. You put it on one of the recruiter's weekly tasks and set up a production line. This should be fun. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Uneasy Lies the Head that Wears a Crown-</em>

God, things were awkward. Every single date it's the same thing. @@.cyan;"What do you want to do?"@@ you ask @@.robert;Robert@@. @@.robert;"I don't know, how about you?"@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"I asked you -irst!"@@ you protest.<<else>>@@.cyan;"I asked you first!"@@ you protest.<<endif>> @@.robert;"Well, I'm flexible, so I asked you second. Now what?"@@ You sigh. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"How a-out watching a -ovie?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"How about watching a movie?"@@<<endif>> you suggest. @@.robert;"Sure, why not?"@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Do you e-en want to watch a -ovie?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Do you even want to watch a movie?"@@<<endif>> @@.robert;"I'm okay with it."@@ Arrrrrrrgh. You would never believe this man held a leadership position before, he can't make a simple decision even when asked directly. Of course it's sweet that he'd agree to do something that you'd want to do. If you're honest, he probably would've suggested something dumb that you didn't want to do, so maybe it was for the best. Still, it was odd how shy @@.robert;Robert@@ acted around you in the beginning. Even now he does that sometimes. You really wonder if it was the same with his ex-wife. The priest speaks up, shaking you out of your thoughts. Really not the occasion to contemplate @@.robert;Robert@@'s past relationship. @@.blue;"@@@@.robert;Robert@@@@.blue;, do you take@@ @@.cyan;$firstname@@ @@.blue;to be your wife?"@@ the priest asks your almost-husband. @@.robert;"I do,"@@ he smiles at you, never looking away from your glimmering eyes. @@.blue;"@@@@.cyan;$firstname@@@@.blue;, do you take@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ @@.blue;to be your husband?"@@ [[''I do,''|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert's Housewife 2]] you say, and see @@.robert;Robert@@ closing in for the kiss that will bind you together for the rest of your lives.

You rest your head on the old man's chest. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ absolutely <em>hates</em> when you call him that, which is obviously to your advantage. He's started a tradition to "punish" you with rough buttsex and nipple-tweaking whenever you call him that. You don't think he needs to know that that's half the reason why you still call him old. Still though, among all the teasing, you've found sincere happiness and joy at being part of an older man's life. Sometimes he can be a little snobbish. Phrases like @@.lucas;"...a young girl like you wouldn't understand..."@@ or @@.lucas;"...you'll learn when you get older..."@@ are really grating, but @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is always open to dialogue. That's perhaps even more stimulating than anything else about the relationship. Fortunately though, with his extensive knowledge about the choker, he understands your need -- more like addiction -- for other kinds of stimulation. It's true, <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>you've let yourself go at times, and so<<else>>despite your fierce resistance<<endif>> the residual effects of the choker are absolutely apparent.<<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>> That little burn blister on the back of your neck never healed either.<<endif>> You certainly had a healthy libido before the choker, but now it's through the roof. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ takes care of his body though, even at his age. That allows him enough stamina to take care of the needs in <em>that</em> area too. You wouldn't think of betraying his trust by cheating, but you did worry about that at first. Actually, you could do with a quickie right now, your thighs are already rubbing together on their own. As always, your husband is tending his library, currently reading one of his favourites. You just stand in the doorway, quietly, but purposely moaning. @@.lucas;"That time of day already?" Lucas@@ asks without even turning your way. @@.cyan;"Mmhmmm."@@ He waves you over and you comply. Undoing his pants, his dick is at half mast already. This man has a serious problem with books. @@.cyan;"Looks like you need a little action too,"@@ you tease him. @@.lucas;"How could I not, with a wife like this?"@@ he teases back and slaps you on your butt. You giggle and drop yourself backwards on his meat, facing his book that he's still trying to read. For emphasis, you shake your hips every time you ride his cock downwards, acting like you can't really find a comfortable position. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ takes the hint after some time, and finally puts the book away. With his hands on your hips, nothing stands in the way of a fine, relaxing orgasm. <<if $pregnant is 0>><em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Age Is Just a Number-</em>\ \ <<elseif $pregnant is 1>>When you finally reach it, there's barely any catharsis, no afterglow, no enjoyment. Your husband is spent, but you decide to rip this band-aid off quickly. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"I- pregnant."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"I'm pregnant."@@<<endif>> His heavy breathing stops in a split second. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ starts looking nervous as you're still impaled on his cock, perhaps an awkward position to make this announcement in. You spend a lot of the night talking. Most importantly, you don't want to mislead him, so you explain right away that there's the distinct possibility that the kid may not be his. It was an uncomfortable truth even for you, but it's a truth nonetheless. That means one of <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s clients or @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s random goons may be the father. Calmly, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ tries to explain his hesitation. By no means does he want you to abort the pregnancy, but he has his doubts whether he'd make a good parent. At first, you were worried when you saw his initial reaction, but now you're rather endeared by his humility and self-doubt. Kissing him deeply, you reassure him that he'd make a great father, if he wants to be one. Pregnancy proved that you were right. Even before the baby was born, he started to run circles around you, tending to your every need. Sometimes you felt uncomfortable asking for the various odd things a pregnant woman may suddenly crave, but @@.lucas;Lucas@@ wouldn't have any of that. Time and again, he displayed that you wouldn't have to be ashamed for your needs, neither those provoked by the choker, nor those caused by that sweet little thing resting in your belly. When she was born, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ was beside himself. He just kept staring at her for days. Holding her was a different matter though. He did show how nervous he was around a kid, and was incredibly awkward at first. In the end though, he gave it his best, and before her first birthday, he was already a model father as far as you're concerned. As you often do, you reflect on how lucky you are as you put your little one to bed with a kiss on her forehead. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Unlikely Parents-</em>\ \ <<endif>>

The two of you have been brought closer together by quite a unique fate. @@.red;Bonnie@@ has always been kind and understanding. She never pushed you, always listened to all the shit you had to say. And she still does. After the facility went down, you went back to her place, which fortunately still belonged to her. You were afraid to go back to your apartment. That gas attack must've raised eyebrows, and you don't want to find yourself in the middle of a police investigation with a barely recognisable body. @@.red;Bonnie@@, working in a business that has no shortage of shady characters, could sort out some "temporary" papers for you that should be believable enough. @@.red;"Four years and counting for me,"@@ she explained, winking at you. Out of necessity, you pretty much moved in together at her place. It wasn't huge, but the small size of the apartment squeezed the two of you together, which you don't mind one bit. With residual effects of your choker -- which you're sure @@.red;Bonnie@@ still feels from her experience, too -- your libido was still ramped up significantly. Going even one day without sex was a real challenge, but fortunately, that feeling was mutual. For money, you didn't have to look far either, though your options were limited. With no papers and a rather unconventional body type, any sort of office- or even service-based job would've been problematic. The solution was simple: @@.red;Bonnie@@ would get a partner. It offered a few benefits. First of all, you could charge more for two <<if $penis is 1>>"girls"<<else>>girls<<endif>> of course.<<if $penis is 1>> Your dick scared off a few people, sure, but it's definitely something that sets the two of you apart.<<endif>> Another advantage was that this made prostitution feel less like cheating; neither of you was sleeping with anybody without the other's presence. It was more like consensual threesomes. Now you're just lying on the couch, snuggled into each other and watching some mindless crap on the TV. You've just had dinner and a long day of work behind you. On weekends you can have relatively normal work hours. Weekdays usually require you to pull night shifts, so being able to have a quiet evening is a nice change. @@.red;Bonnie@@ shifts position, digging herself deeper into your <<if $pregnant is 0>>chest<<else>>belly<<endif>>. <<if $pregnant is 0>>@@.red;"I love you, $firstname."@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"I lo-e you, too."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"I love you, too."@@<<endif>> <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Through Thick and Thin-</em>\ \ <<else>>@@.red;"Hmm... Did you gain weight?"@@ <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Gee, I lo-e you too,"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Gee, I love you too,"@@<<endif>> you joke. @@.red;Bonnie@@ doesn't let up, and keeps poking your soft stomach. @@.red;"You did put on a pound or two, though," Bonnie@@ concludes. There's a little discussion. You're not really that hurt, but you explain to her that you couldn't have put on that much weight. Actually, you've been eating very little lately, since you craved odd foods all the time, but never had any of them at home. @@.red;Bonnie@@ looks at you like she'd just seen a ghost, but you don't follow. Your wife wriggles out of your embrace, walks off into the bathroom, then returns with a little piece of plastic. @@.red;"Pee on this,"@@ she instructs you sternly. Goddamn, she's making way too big a deal out of this. Since she's clearly not backing off, you grab the thing and head to the toilet. Just a little squeeze and you can get back to lounging on the couch. Only what you see drops you onto the toilet seat, paralysing your legs. After a few minutes, @@.red;Bonnie@@ comes to check on you. She sees the pregnancy test you're holding in your hand, and the result that stunned you. It's true, you were panicked beyond belief. Without @@.red;Bonnie@@ at your side, you wouldn't have known what to do. She was incredibly supportive, calmed you down through many sleepless nights and indulged any spontaneous, weird craving that arose. For her, there wasn't even the idea of an abortion. There was no question she'd help you care for the child, and care for you during pregnancy. It was a blessed day when you gave birth to your beautiful baby daughter. Watching her grow up was even more of a treat. @@.red;Bonnie@@ took so well to raising a kid, you kept teasing her for her "mother's instinct". It was obvious she felt it was a compliment though, blushing every time you brought it up. You weren't lying either; maybe it was just your imagination, but you had the distinct impression that your little girl was taking after both her mothers equally, and it was a heartwarming sight. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Two Mommies-</em>\ \ <<endif>>

You dabbled in the Japanese adult industry once, and it's been quite the experience. The chokers have awakened a sexuality in you that you hadn't ever known about. Becoming a pornstar is sure to sate those cravings. Another plus is how nice everyone was to you. Turns out, they weren't just nice because you were new. Ten movies in, everybody's still treating you like a princess. Wow, that sounded girly. Then again, you're currently getting fucked in the ass with your hands tied behind your back, so maybe that's fair enough. You found all the male actors -- there's probably like 20 in the entire industry -- are really down to earth and fun to be around. Especially during shoots, of course. They better be, you have to work with them every day, after all. In terms of sex, the men may not be all that well-endowed over here, but they have the stamina and technique to make up for it. Their response to your endurance -- let's not call it nymphomania for now -- has been as incredible as the first time. You receive the warmest welcomes, grew a fanbase since your second movie, pretty much. Success always comes with some who will envy it. A few of your fellow actresses were talking to each other while shooting you looks... screw them. Most of the time, you got along well, and you're soon booked to shoot double features alongside some of the most famous, active stars today. The pornset quickly became your home. Every day you had cocks crammed inside any and all of your holes, in any position you could think of. You were fascinated by the amount of fetishes and approaches JAV can take. Some films were downright hardcore material, others were so vanilla they felt even creepier than that. That's speaking from your old mindset, of course. Your new body <em>loves</em> assuming these roles, and you find you occasionally get too much into them. Recently, you were shooting a movie where you had to play the girlfriend in a POV movie. Really tame stuff, lots of cuddling and going on dates and such. But after the shoot was over, you headed back to your room with the male actor behind the camera, and noticed yourself holding his hand the entire way. Obviously it's not all fun and games. More than once now, contract negotiations allowed you to get to know the producers very, <em>very</em> intimately. It starts with "subtly" unzipping their pants, staring into your cleavage for five minutes straight, or just an ominous hand on your shoulder. You're not sure whether it's the shoots or the contract talks that more often leave your throat sore and itchy. Of course, that's just another part of the job. <<if $pregnant is 0>>And you love every second of it. Fucking guys -- and occasionally girls -- on camera is an amazing release of your pent up pressure. Your personal satisfaction isn't the crew's priority, but your exposure to the chokers have made such exhibitionist, hypersexual behaviour almost compulsive, or at least irresistably addictive. Seeing the director's face light up as you gleefully chirp at being spitroasted could possibly throw you into orgasmic spams alone. Even during fan events, where guys come to get autographs and take a snap with you, you pick out one or two of the shy specimens for later use. Technically, you're not supposed to, but you can't help it. You just fucking love this job. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Lights, Camera, Suction-</em>\ \ <<elseif $pregnant is 1>>But the biggest shock had nothing to do with industry standards. You've had your fun riding any cock that would have you. There's no denying that, and you're not trying to. One day, when you've woken up puking for the third time in a row, you didn't want to believe it though. Yet that little piece of plastic had the audacity to shatter all doubts. Pregnant. You are pregnant. An embryo is forming within your belly, growing into an innocent young kid. You know it couldn't have happened on set; ever since you got a stable salary again, you've been on birth control. Somebody you'll probably never meet again knocked you up, and you don't even have the slightest hint who it could've been. You sure got more cautious at work. You still needed a source of income, so quitting was not an option. Producers and fans alike noticed your new apprehension on the set, though your growing belly was probably the bigger concern. Sure enough, sales took a nosedive, and so did the amount of offers, as most of them revolved around fetish pregnancy material, which isn't done very frequently. Nonetheless, you had to put food on the table, now more than ever. So you took almost all the roles you could get, and still got by comfortably enough. The necessity to provide only became more of a driving force in your life when your beautiful baby daughter was born. Right from the first time you saw her, she was the most wonderful little thing you'd ever laid eyes on. As she grew up, you could get closer to your usual workload, but you'd killed your options of moving into a more respectable field with the pace you've been setting for yourself. Other actresses have made the transition into more mainstream work pretty easily. But none did anything close to all the shit you did. You knew this'd be your life now. Who knows when you'd have the chance of doing something else, if ever? Your daughter would grow up, learning more about the world, and inevitably learn about you as well. She looks so much like you, talks so much like you. You just hope she doesn't have the same craving for cock. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Mommy, What Are These Strange Men Doing With Your Foo Foo?-</em>\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $transformationProgress = 2>><<set $chest = 0>><<set $lips = 2>><<set $ass = 0>>\ <<if $victory is 1>>Despite all that happened, you want to see if you can have a new start. New continent, new country, new life. Your brain may have assaulted you with the name $firstname, but deep inside you're still @@.cyan;Kevin@@, and always were. It's not just a name to you, and it comes with a body. That means you spent the next few months having one surgery or another, taking small, temporary jobs here and there to get by in a dingy apartment that was just as temporary. Once you step out of the last doctor's consultation, you do so with renewed confidence. Some things didn't work out perfectly. Most noticeably, your height is impossible to fix. The only other thing that was just as impossible was explaining to the doctors how your bone structure could've shifted to become so feminine. Your pelvis will probably never be the same, but the plastic surgeons used some tricks here and there to at least make your body shape resemble a man. Another issue was your lips; they're pretty normal now, but still much thicker than before your whole ordeal. They reasoned that changing things in your face would be risky. People see your face all day, so changing things too much can quickly look out of place. A reduction was possible, but you'll have to live with lips that are a little more shapely. Hey, maybe girls will like it, right? With that concern behind you, you're finally able to get the hell out of here. American surgeons are said to be among the best, but now that it's over with, the States don't hold anything that attracts you. You don't want to rush things either, so you book a flight a few weeks from now to give you time to pack and prepare. Given that you had your appearance reconstructed, you can use your plain passport, and for job applications, submit your real past work experience, instead of having to forge something. That sure helped, since you could actually answer questions in job interviews. You think you left a decent impression during some, and finally got a decent offer to work in a field not entirely dissimilar to the one you used to be in. Yeah, it's still mindnumbingly boring, but you know how to do it, and you've had enough excitement for three lifetimes anyway. Eventually, after about half a year of working in England, you found a girlfriend. You've been going steady for almost a year now. Her name is Andrea, and she's just the sweetest. It's funny; you've never been good with women. Hell, you had to hire prostitutes to feel some femininity around you. Having wandered their path for a month really raised your instincts to another level. Andrea often says she feels like she's talking to a mirror. That's definitely not a trait you regret keeping, even if it summons horrifying memories. There hasn't been any talk about the two big subjects yet. Marriage and family. You can definitely see yourself at the altar with Andrea, and she seems like she'd make a terrific mother, even if it never came up in chats. Maybe one year is enough to finally start that experiment. Whatever will happen, you're glad you stayed strong and managed to start a new life. Not everybody gets that chance. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: A Man Provides-</em>\ \ <<elseif $escape is 1>>Your first priority is escaping, for good. There's no surviving in the US, that much is clear. It's their home base for all you know, and even if you are doomed, you don't intend to make it easy for them. If you're going to get across the Atlantic looking like you do, you'll need a passport though. <<if $brothel is 1>>It may sound racist, but... you would bet money on some of Ms. Nakamura's courtesans not being here entirely legally. Even if they are, you suppose authorities can cause a lot of trouble. The point being: If you need a passport fitting your new, female form, maybe the "oriental brothel" would be the place to go?<<else>>You've never been somebody with a mind for crime, but you've met quite a few shady characters in your time with the choker. Your mind drifts back to a couple of weeks ago. On that first day with the @@.pink;BIMBO@@ choker, in the mall, you met a really shady-looking guy.<<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>> And you let him fuck you too...<<endif>> After you two concluded your "business", he kept standing in his spot in the mall, bringing people back outside to make all sorts of deals, you imagine. It's a long shot, but he may be able to help you out?<<endif>> Indeed, you were able to score a passport, and entirely free of charge, too! <<if $brothel is 1>>Ms. Nakamura is a real sweetheart at her core. You feel bad that you can't do much to repay her kindness.<<else>>Well, unless your dignity counts as currency. Naturally, the lecherous bastard was trying to get some action in exchange for a passport good enough to trick authorities. Look at the bright side though, at least you were able to negotiate him down to a tugjob without kissing. Considering all the things you just went through, that was kindergarten stuff. A small price for freedom.<<endif>> So you embarked on your journey "across the pond". You always hated flying, but such long-distance flights are pretty expensive in Economy already, nevermind the costs you expect once you arrive. No chance you're paying extra for a bit more leg room. All things considered, you land at Heathrow safely, though you don't plan to stay in London. For a start, a cheap apartment will have to do, just to have a place to stay at all. From there, you seek out surgeons in the area to reconstruct something resembling your old, real body. Some things didn't work out perfectly. Most noticeably, your height is impossible to fix. The only other thing that was just as impossible was explaining to the doctors how your bone structure could've shifted to become so feminine. Your pelvis will probably never be the same, but the plastic surgeons used some tricks here and there to at least make your body shape resemble a man. Another issue was your lips; they're pretty normal now, but still much thicker than before your whole ordeal. They reasoned that changing things in your face would be risky. People see your face all day, so changing things too much can quickly look out of place. A reduction was possible, but you'll have to live with lips that are a little more shapely. Hey, maybe girls will like it, right? Given that you had your appearance reconstructed, you can use your old passport again, and for job applications, submit your real past work experience, instead of having to forge something. That sure helped, since you could actually answer questions in job interviews. You think you left a decent impression during some, and finally got a decent offer to work in a field not entirely dissimilar to the one you used to be in. Yeah, it's still mindnumbingly boring, but you know how to do it, and you've had enough excitement for three lifetimes anyway. Eventually, after about half a year of working in England, you found a girlfriend. You've been going steady for almost a year now. Her name is Andrea, and she's just the sweetest. It's funny; you've never been good with women. Hell, you had to hire prostitutes to feel some femininity around you. Having wandered their path for a month really raised your instincts to another level. Andrea often says she feels like she's talking to a mirror. That's definitely not a trait you regret keeping, even if it summons horrifying memories. One day though, you're dragged out of the routine of your new life. During your walk home, you just can't shake the feeling of being followed. Maybe you're just paranoid. Sure, you don't live in London, but it's still a pretty big city, and people have to go to the same places all the time. Close to your apartment building, you get out your keys, getting in. As you look over your shoulder you see a man, staring right at you. His face is plastered with a big grin. Creeped out, you push the door shut faster than you normally would. No doubt about it, he was following you. Realising that you stared at the entrance door for a good minute, you try to get your mind straightened out by checking your mailbox and going upstairs. You open the box and look inside, stunned. There's no mail. All that you see is one single rhinestone. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: New Life, Old Temptations-</em>\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<set $firstname = "Kevin">><<set $lastname = "Taylor">>

<<if $victory is 1>>Actually, you want to leave everything behind you. You don't want to start a committed relationship with any of the people that got to know you so intimately these past weeks. They've seen things you would've preferred to keep secret, things that you would've preferred to stay in the realm of the impossible. You want a clean slate. Start from scratch. Perhaps you could have a life to go back to, but with no money, a possible search for you after that gas attack on your apartment... starting anew seems like the safer option at least. <<if $brothel is 1>>It may sound racist, but... you would bet money on some of Ms. Nakamura's courtesans not being here entirely legally. Even if they are, you suppose authorities can cause a lot of trouble. The point being: If you need a passport fitting your new, female form, maybe the "oriental brothel" would be the place to go?<<else>>You've never been somebody with a mind for crime, but you've met quite a few shady characters in your time with the choker. Your mind drifts back to a couple of weeks ago. On that first day with the @@.pink;BIMBO@@ choker, in the mall, you met a really shady-looking guy.<<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>> And you let him fuck you too...<<endif>> After you two concluded your "business", he kept standing in his spot in the mall, bringing people back outside to make all sorts of deals, you imagine. It's a long shot, but he may be able to help you out?<<endif>> Indeed, you were able to score a passport, and entirely free of charge, too! <<if $brothel is 1>>Ms. Nakamura is a real sweetheart at her core. You feel bad that you can't do much to repay her kindness.<<else>>Well, unless your dignity counts as currency. Naturally, the lecherous bastard was trying to get some action in exchange for a passport good enough to trick authorities. Look at the bright side though, at least you were able to negotiate him down to a tugjob without kissing. Considering all the things you just went through, that was kindergarten stuff. A small price for freedom.<<endif>> So you embarked on your journey "across the pond". You always hated flying, but such long-distance flights are pretty expensive in Economy already. No chance you're paying extra for a bit more leg room. All things considered, you land at Heathrow safely, though you don't plan to stay in London. For a start, a cheap apartment will have to do, just to have a place to stay at all. Your passport hasn't given you any trouble, thank God. Pretty soon, you're able to get actual British identification and properly immigrate. The employment situation is still kind of tricky, though you do odd jobs here and there that are enough to pay for this dump you're living in. It's not too long before you're approached by a guy on one of those odd jobs. Some of the locals have been hitting on you since you arrived... you deflected all their advances, but this guy seems pretty nice, and you can use some cheering up after a hard day. Long story short: you're going steady now. His name's Kyle. He's been sweet from day one, and not just to get in your pants; though that wasn't very hard. You explained to him that you have a bit of an "elevated sex drive". As a former guy, you know that any man would consider that a gift from God.<<if $penis is 1>> Speaking of having been a guy, Kyle has been really understanding about your "guy appendage", too. You can tell he tries to avoid looking at your little dick during sex, but you can't expect him to not notice at all. Recently, he's even jerked you off a couple times while fucking you, so it seems he's warming up to that part of you. As you said, he's really sweet.<<endif>> Actually, you're approaching your first anniversary together. It's still a week away, but if you're honest, you've been really excited for the past month already. Maybe Kyle will take you out to a romantic dinner, maybe you'll take a trip together... whatever it is, you're sure he's been wracking his brain to come up with something nice for you. Speaking of your boyfriend, the key turns in the front door. You hop over to him and give him a peck on the cheek. After a hard day at work, he appreciates a warm welcome at home. When you see him struggling with his coat, you help him out of it with a giggle and hang it up. He plops down on the couch pretty much right away, and you join him. <<if $pickedJav is 1 and $tattoo gte 1 or $pickedJav is 1 and $perversion gte 5>>@@.blue;"Say, honey, and please don't get upset about or weirded out by this, but a co-worker today was showing me something. I'll just come right out and say that it was porn."@@ You recoil at hearing that. What the hell are they doing at <em>work</em>? @@.blue;"I was as confused as you, but it kind of made sense after I saw it. On the screen of the phone was a girl getting... well, getting fucked. As you would expect in porn." "Here comes the weird part though. This thing is apparently shot by a Japanese company or for the Japanese market or something. The girl in the movie looked like she could be Japanese. Like you."@@ Holy shit, did that really get to him this fast? One movie and some co-worker of his saw it? Just your luck, this will take some explaining... @@.blue;"She looked eerily like you, but the thing that was strangest -- yes, stranger even than appearing in a porn film -- was what she wore around her neck. It was a tacky, tight-fitting necklace spelling@@ @@.gold;'ASIAN WHORE'@@ @@.blue;in capital letters across her throat. Or across your throat?"@@ You open your mouth to try diffusing the situation, when Kyle says the one thing you dearly hoped he wouldn't. @@.blue;"Was that you? And did you wear that creepy necklace, too?"@@ @@.cyan;"The choker, yes, I wore it,"@@ your mouth responds robotically. @@.blue;"Okay, a choker, fine. At least you're honest, I suppose,"@@ Kyle sighs. @@.blue;"Why did you wear it? More importantly, why did you star in porn?"@@ @@.cyan;"Because my Mistress wrapped the choker around my neck. I starred in that porn movie because I had to pick a client out of a selection, and that was one of the contracts I chose," you once again reply compulsively<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, with no regard for your buzzing lip implants<<endif>>. Kyle is visibly shaken, but also curious why you answer all his questions so accurately and readily. @@.blue;"Mistress? Contracts? Wow... So this 'Mistress' wrapped a choker around your neck. Obviously you liked it, or else you would've taken it off, right?"@@ @@.cyan;"No. Once put on, the choker can only be taken off by the one who closed it, or when a deadline was set and runs out."@@ Kyle is still not following this weird line of dialogue, and more than alienated by your distant way of talking. He asks more about whether you're in some kind of cult or just have some weird fetishes you didn't tell him about. Where the chokers are and what you think they did. Eventually though, he asks that one pertinent question. @@.blue;"Will you get it back?"@@ @@.cyan;"Gladly, Master,"@@ your body replies and sets itself into motion, leaving the apartment behind. Kyle tried to stop you, saying it was just a question, but your body knows exactly what he wanted. Unable to stop yourself, you go to the airport and catch the next flight. The whole way there, you're entranced by the task given to you. Once you land, you take a cab in the direction of the facility, but still travel a few miles on foot to get there. Eventually, that outside portion of the building comes into sight as a little blip in the distance. Coming closer, you see it's felt some decay over time, with weeds in every crack of the facade. It's structurally intact though and when you go in, your heart races. Right there on the floor, as if prepared just for you, lies the @@.fetish;FETISH SLUT@@ choker you dropped as you tried leaving the facility behind. Automatically, you reach out and feel the rhinestones running through your fingers. Taking it, you find a second choker while exploring the reception for more. You're set for your return. Even now, you can't snap out of your hypnosis, wandering through England to get back to Master. Here, you stand before him, holding out your hand and presenting one of the chokers you retrieved. Cautiously, he takes it, looking at it for a second. Then, he reaches for your neck. Right at that moment, you come to your senses and hurriedly take in the scene before you, including the hand that already touches your neck. @@.cyan;"Kyle, d@@@@.fetish;on't--"@@ you scream, but it's too late. Once again, you feel that pure lust coursing through your veins. That sense of submission, of servitude. Of having a @@.fetish;Master@@ again. Sanity reasserts itself soon though, as the initial rush is ceding ground to your mind. Panicked, you look at your @@.fetish;Master@@-- boyfriend and just run out of the door before he can say anything. Outside, you're surprised to find somebody waiting for you. In your hurry, you're tripped and fall right into his groin, which is just where he wanted you. His pants already unzipped, he starts to fuck your throat, and within seconds, the choker doesn't allow you to object to it, not even internally. By the end of this @@.fetish;consensual@@ facefuck, you're left in a familiar sexual haze. Gratefully, you try to kiss your @@.fetish;lover@@ on the cheek as he reinforces your afterglow with a finger up your butt. It becomes clear what his real goal was though. When he retreats his finger out of your asshole, his hand comes away with the second choker in hand. Oh right, you hid it back there. @@.blue;"Wrap this around your boyfriend's neck for me, my little whore."@@ In your sex-addled mind, you only hear this guy calling you his whore, which makes you giggle. When he's right, he's right. Absentmindedly, you grab the jewellery out of his hand and go back up into the apartment. Hopping towards Kyle, he's surprised to see you back so quickly, but not as surprised as when he feels those gems rubbing across his neck, followed by that @@.fetish;hot@@ clicking sound. Once again, your trance fades, and you get a sober look at the situation. Immediately, your hand goes up to your mouth as you realise what you've just done. Your first reaction after that is to fiddle with his clasp, trying to get it undone before Kyle gets upset and resists you. Why won't this thing open? Weren't you the one who put that thing around him? It doesn't work! Soon enough, Kyle realises what you've done, though he can't yet see that he is inevitably a "Buttslut" now. Taking a page out of your book, he bolts out the door, now thoroughly convinced you're crazy, as if a days-long trip to another continent for fetish jewellery wasn't hint enough. You know that releasing him into public life would be a disservice to him. @@.fetish;"Stop!"@@ you shout, loudly enough for Kyle to hear. You can make out a faint affirmative comment from down the hallway, and bid your boyfriend back in. Getting on your knees, you slurp away at his dick to lube it up, before pushing Kyle on his back. With one hand, you continue rubbing his length while you position yourself. When you're squatting right above it, you drop yourself down, feeling his size plunge into you, which you meet with a cry of ecstasy. Better make use of his cock while he still has one. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Let Me Show You a World of Pleasure-</em>\ \ <<else>>It's pretty much the same talk as always. Everybody in the office thinks they're the smartest person in the room, his boss most of all. Nothing really gets done as quickly as it should. No promotion in sight, short lunch breaks, stuffy air in the office... You suppose it's a tiring subject to listen to every day, but you feel he deserves a little emotional support. After all, he's working his ass off for you. Housekeeping isn't easy, but it sure isn't a full-time job unless you're an absolute germaphobe or something. Besides, a rough day at work usually means you get to offer cheer-up sex. You do, and obviously Kyle doesn't say no to that. Both of you retreat into the bedroom and get things going. Whenever your libido is concerned, your thoughts drift back to the chokers you were forced to wear. Around Kyle, you can be sure that he doesn't just love you for your <<if $penis is 1>>tight sphincter<<else>>alluring pussy<<endif>>, but that part of you still dominates your interaction together. It's a good life you live.<<if $pregnant is 1>> One day though, that way of life comes under tremendous pressure. A pressure radiating outwards from your belly. You're standing in the bathroom, stunned at what you see. A positive pregnancy test. There's no way it's Kyle's and he'll know it. You wait until the weekend to tell him, there's no telling how he'll react to news like that if he's just done with a tough day in the office. Surprisingly, he takes the news quite well, even though you told him outright that the baby can't be his. He pledges to care for you and the child just as if it was, though, and the coming months have shown you his sincerity in that vow. During pregnancy, he indulged all the weird cravings that come with carrying a child. The mood swings just the same. Of course, he had to earn money, so you were on your own for the most part, but Kyle sacrificed more Sundays to accommodate you than you could count. When your baby daughter was born, his affection showed no signs of slowing down. It used to be that coming home from work meant you had to do your all to coddle him, having attention centred on you for the whole night. Now, when he comes home, you're lucky to get a "Hello" before Kyle sneaks into your girl's room to play with her. It's the sweetest sacrifice you could make; you're so happy to see he's not the distant father who's at work all day. Caring for a child is difficult, but you've got no doubts you'll turn out happy and that your daughter will grow up to be a fine young woman with such a good father at your and her side. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: A New Family in the Old World-</em><<endif>> <<if $pregnant is 0>><em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: The American Girl-</em><<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $escape is 1>>You just want to leave everything behind you. You don't want to start a committed relationship with any of the people that got to know you so intimately these past weeks. They've seen things you would've preferred to keep secret, things that you would've preferred to stay in the realm of the impossible. You want a clean slate. Start from scratch. Perhaps you could have a life to go back to, but with no money, The Corporation chasing you and a possible search for you after that gas attack on your apartment... starting anew seems like the safer option at least. <<if $brothel is 1>>It may sound racist, but... you would bet money on some of Ms. Nakamura's courtesans not being here entirely legally. Even if they are, you suppose authorities can cause a lot of trouble. The point being: If you need a passport fitting your new, female form, maybe the "oriental brothel" would be the place to go?<<else>>You've never been somebody with a mind for crime, but you've met quite a few shady characters in your time with the choker. Your mind drifts back to a couple of weeks ago. On that first day with the @@.pink;BIMBO@@ choker, in the mall, you met a really shady-looking guy.<<if $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>> And you let him fuck you too...<<endif>> After you two concluded your "business", he kept standing in his spot in the mall, bringing people back outside to make all sorts of deals, you imagine. It's a long shot, but he may be able to help you out?<<endif>> Indeed, you were able to score a passport, and entirely free of charge, too! <<if $brothel is 1>>Ms. Nakamura is a real sweetheart at her core. You feel bad that you can't do much to repay her kindness.<<else>>Well, unless your dignity counts as currency. Naturally, the lecherous bastard was trying to get some action in exchange for a passport good enough to trick authorities. Look at the bright side though, at least you were able to negotiate him down to a tugjob without kissing. Considering all the things you just went through, that was kindergarten stuff. A small price for freedom.<<endif>> So you embarked on your journey "across the pond". You always hated flying, but such long-distance flights are pretty expensive in Economy already. No chance you're paying extra for a bit more leg room. All things considered, you land at Heathrow safely, though you don't plan to stay in London. For a start, a cheap apartment will have to do, just to have a place to stay at all. Your passport hasn't given you any trouble, thank God. Pretty soon, you're able to get actual British identification and properly immigrate. The employment situation is still kind of tricky, though you do odd jobs here and there that are enough to pay for this dump you're living in. It's not too long before you're approached by a guy on one of those odd jobs. Some of the locals have been hitting on you since you arrived... you deflected all their advances, but this guy seems pretty nice, and you can use some cheering up after a hard day. Long story short: you're going steady now. His name's Kyle. He's been sweet from day one, and not just to get in your pants; though that wasn't very hard. You explained to him that you have a bit of an "elevated sex drive". As a former guy, you know that any man would consider that a gift from God.<<if $penis is 1>> Speaking of having been a guy, Kyle has been really understanding about your "guy appendage", too. You can tell he tries to avoid looking at your little dick during sex, but you can't expect him to not notice at all. Recently, he's even jerked you off a couple times while fucking you, so it seems he's warming up to that part of you. As you said, he's really sweet.<<endif>> Actually, you're approaching your first anniversary together. It's still a week away, but if you're honest, you've been really excited for the past month already. Maybe Kyle will take you out to a romantic dinner, maybe you'll take a trip together... whatever it is, you're sure he's been wracking his brain to come up with something nice for you. Speaking of your boyfriend, the key turns in the front door. You hop over to him and give him a peck on the cheek. After a hard day at work, he appreciates a warm welcome at home. When you see him struggling with his coat, you help him out of it with a giggle and hang it up. He plops down on the couch pretty much right away, and you join him. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>\ \ <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>@@.blue;"Say, honey, and please don't get upset about or weirded out by this, but a co-worker today was showing me something. I'll just come right out and say that it was porn."@@ You recoil at hearing that. What the hell are they doing at <em>work</em>? @@.blue;"I was as confused as you, but it kind of made sense after I saw it. On the screen of the phone was a girl getting... well, getting fucked. As you would expect in porn." "Here comes the weird part though. This was apparently filmed with a hidden camera. The girl... she reminded me a lot of you."@@ Holy shit, did somebody film you during one of your escapades and you didn't even notice? And just happened to pass it along to one of Kyle's co-workers? Just your luck, this will take some explaining... @@.blue;"She looked eerily like you, but the thing that was strangest -- yes, stranger even than appearing in a porn film -- was what she wore around her neck. It was a tacky, tight-fitting necklace spelling@@ <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;'BIMBO'@@<<elseif $addiction gte 5>>@@.azure;'CUMSLUT'@@<<elseif $obedience gte 5>>@@.gold;'ASIAN WHORE'@@<<else>>@@.fetish;'FETISH SLUT'@@<<endif>> @@.blue;in capital letters across her throat. Or across your throat?"@@ You open your mouth to try diffusing the situation, when Kyle says the one thing you dearly hoped he wouldn't. @@.blue;"Was that you? And did you wear that creepy necklace, too?"@@ @@.cyan;"The choker, yes, I wore it,"@@ your mouth responds robotically. @@.blue;"Okay, a choker, fine. At least you're honest, I suppose,"@@ Kyle sighs. @@.blue;"Why did you wear it? More importantly, why did you star in porn?"@@ @@.cyan;"Because my Mistress wrapped the choker around my neck. I starred in that porn movie because the stranger I fucked must have recorded me," you once again reply compulsively<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, with no regard for your buzzing lip implants<<endif>>. Kyle is visibly shaken, but also curious why you answer all his questions so accurately and readily. @@.blue;"Mistress? Fucking strangers? Wow... So this 'Mistress' wrapped a choker around your neck. Obviously you liked it, or else you would've taken it off, right?"@@ @@.cyan;"No. Once put on, the choker can only be taken off by the one who closed it, or when a deadline was set and runs out."@@ Kyle is still not following this weird line of dialogue, and is more than alienated by your distant way of talking. He asks more about whether you're in some kind of cult or just have some weird fetishes you didn't tell him about. Where the chokers are and what you think they did. Eventually though, he asks that one pertinent question. @@.blue;"Will you get it back?"@@ @@.cyan;"Gladly, Master,"@@ your body replies and sets itself into motion, leaving the apartment behind. Kyle tried to stop you, saying it was just a question, but your body knows exactly what he wanted. Your planned flight to America is stopped ridiculously fast, right outside your apartment building. A man stands in your way, purposely blocking your path. He grabs your arms, making the palms of your hands face up. Then, he drops two chokers into each hand. @@.blue;"This one,"@@ he points to your left, @@.blue;"you give to your boyfriend. The other one, you wrap around your boyfriend."@@ After hearing your orders, you turn right around. Entering the apartment, Kyle is sitting on a chair, looking down at the floor. When he notices you coming in, he looks at you. Here, you stand before him, holding out your hand and presenting one of the chokers you received. Cautiously, he takes it, looking at it for a second. Then, he reaches for your neck. Right at that moment, you come to your senses and hurriedly take in the scene before you, including the hand that already touches your neck. @@.cyan;"Kyle, d@@@@.fetish;on't--"@@ you scream, but it's too late. Once again, you feel that pure lust coursing through your veins. That sense of submission, of servitude. Of having a @@.fetish;Master@@ again. Which reminds you of the second part of your task. Hopping towards Kyle, he's surprised at your sudden giddiness, but not as surprised as when he feels those gems rubbing across his neck, followed by that @@.fetish;hot@@ clicking sound. Once again, your trance fades, and you get a sober look at the situation. Immediately, your hand goes up to your mouth as you realise what you've just done. Your first reaction after that is to fiddle with his clasp, trying to get it undone before Kyle gets upset and resists you. Why won't this thing open? Weren't you the one who put that thing around him? It doesn't work! Soon enough, Kyle realises what you've done, though he can't yet see that he is inevitably a "Buttslut" now. Taking a page out of your book, he bolts out the door, now thoroughly convinced you're crazy, as if his co-worker's story and your taste in jewellery wasn't hint enough. You know that releasing him into public life would be a disservice to him. @@.fetish;"Stop!"@@ you shout, loudly enough for Kyle to hear. You can make out a faint affirmative comment from down the hallway, and bid your boyfriend back in. Getting on your knees, you slurp away at his dick to lube it up, before pushing Kyle on his back. With one hand, you continue rubbing his length while you position yourself. When you're squatting right above it, you drop yourself down, feeling his size plunge into you, which you meet with a cry of ecstasy. Better make use of his cock while he still has one. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Let Me Show You a World of Pleasure-</em>\ \ <<else>>It's pretty much the same talk as always. Everybody in the office thinks they're the smartest person in the room, his boss most of all. Nothing really gets done as quickly as it should. No promotion in sight, short lunch breaks, stuffy air in the office... You suppose it's a tiring subject to listen to every day, but you feel he deserves a little emotional support. After all, he's working his ass off for you. Housekeeping isn't easy, but it sure isn't a full-time job unless you're an absolute germaphobe or something. Besides, a rough day at work usually means you get to offer cheer-up sex. You do, and obviously Kyle doesn't say no to that. Both of you retreat into the bedroom and get things going. Whenever your libido is concerned, your thoughts drift back to the chokers you were forced to wear. Around Kyle, you can be sure that he doesn't just love you for your <<if $penis is 1>>tight sphincter<<else>>alluring pussy<<endif>>, but that part of you still dominates your interaction together. It's a good life you live.<<if $pregnant is 1>> One day though, that way of life comes under tremendous pressure. A pressure radiating outwards from your belly. You're standing in the bathroom, stunned at what you see. A positive pregnancy test. There's no way it's Kyle's and he'll know it. You wait until the weekend to tell him, there's no telling how he'll react to news like that if he's just done with a tough day in the office. Surprisingly, he takes the news quite well, even though you told him outright that the baby can't be his. He pledges to care for you and the child just as if it was, though, and the coming months have shown you his sincerity in that vow. During pregnancy, he indulged all the weird cravings that come with carrying a child. The mood swings just the same. Of course, he had to earn money, so you were on your own for the most part, but Kyle sacrificed more Sundays to accommodate you than you could count. When your baby daughter was born, his affection showed no signs of slowing down. It used to be that coming home from work meant you had to do your all to coddle him, having attention centred on you for the whole night. Now, when he comes home, you're lucky to get a "Hello" before Kyle sneaks into your girl's room to play with her. It's the sweetest sacrifice you could make; you're so happy to see he's not the distant father who's at work all day. Caring for a child is difficult, but you've got no doubts you'll turn out happy and that your daughter will grow up to be a fine young woman with such a good father at your and her side. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: A New Family in the Old World-</em><<endif>> <<if $pregnant is 0>><em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: The American Girl-</em><<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>Your choker has occasionally been a topic of discussion. Since Kyle is exhausted after work most of the time, it's not brought up very often though. Obviously, you hide the choker in public, wearing scarves of all kinds. Most people write it off as a fashion choice. Of course the same isn't possible when you're living with Kyle. You've been together less than a year, so he accepts that you still have some things you don't want to talk about, but you don't know how long that will last. You're grateful for every day the topic doesn't come up. @@.blue;"Hey baby, did you bring in the mail yet?"@@ Kyle asks while some mindless drivel is flashing on the TV. He's right, you forgot. He says it's no problem, but it's not like it requires great effort. You'll just fetch it quickly after throwing on a scarf, which has long become a habit whenever you leave the apartment. Down at the mailboxes, a strange man is eyeing you weirdly. He's definitely not a resident, but he came in somehow, so he must be a guest somewhere. You greet him with a slightly forced smile, trying to stay polite. No response, but he keeps staring at you. Just when you're opening your mailbox, you feel strong arms seizing you from behind, one of them over your mouth to keep you quiet. A pair of lips is closely approaching your ear, whispering into it. @@.blue;"I have a gift from@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©siree@@ @@.blue;for you. Well, it's for your boyfriend really. She'd <em>love</em> to see him wear it,"@@ he subtly orders, dropping something into your hand. Your body takes over, acting on its own. You don't even lock your mailbox. Your feet just carry you upstairs again, into your apartment. Kyle is still relaxing on the couch, staring forward. Having the perfect setup, your hand doesn't close the door to avoid alerting him, sneaks up and fastens the choker around his neck with a click that makes your panties wet. Momentarily, you're dropped out of your trance like a rock. Kyle is stunned, feeling his neck for what you just did. He looks at you with a furrowed brow and checks himself in the bathroom mirror. Once he sees what you wrapped around his neck, he evidently senses something creepy and makes a run for it. @@.fetish;"Stop!"@@ you shout, loudly enough for Kyle to hear. You can make out a faint affirmative comment from down the hallway, and bid your boyfriend back in. Getting on your knees, you slurp away at his dick to lube it up, before pushing Kyle on his back. With one hand, you continue rubbing his length while you position yourself. When you're squatting right above it, you drop yourself down, feeling his size plunge into you, which you meet with a cry of ecstasy. Better make use of his cock while he still has one. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Let Me Show You a World of Pleasure-</em>\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $robertAlly1 is 1 or $lucasAlly is 1 or $free is 1>>The call is just too strong. You don't let anybody around you notice it at first, but the choker is omnipresent in your mind. Your first priority is just to get home, hoping that there still is one.\ <<else>>Your first priority is just to get home, hoping that there still is one.\ <<endif>> Once you've put some distance between you and the facility, you'll set your plan into action. You already know that part of this will be a degree of isolation. Nobody who knows about the choker can know about your addiction to them. Going back to your apartment, you find it completely unharmed. Nothing is broken, not even disheveled, it looks like a damn maid just came through. There are no eviction notices or anything like that, just a few ads in the mail. It's almost like The Corporation's little gas attack went completely unnoticed. Strange. You go back out into the hallway and see if there are any notices outside. Nothing. By coincidence, your landlord actually enters the apartment building, looking like he's in a hurry. When he sees you, he's stunned for a moment, but eventually walks past you briskly. @@.blue;"Hello Ms. $lastname,"@@ the last letters of your name are spoken through a half-closed door. What's got him in such a hurry? And why is he wearing a scarf in the summer? Actually, you couldn't give less of a damn. You're back home, and today, you're going to start living your life to its fullest. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>You go back in and finally get out the choker. As you hold it in your hand, you feel the heat burning<<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>> in your hand as well as<<endif>> in your heart. The craving to put it on is indescribable. Only now does an uncomfortable thought enter your mind. What if somebody takes it off you somehow, or you take it off before somebody? You'd go back to your "normal" life, right? Correct. There's another issue with that though. What if somebody comes around, snatches the choker from you, then wraps it around your neck himself? Once again, you'd be forced into servitude through these nasty side effects. Now this is a problem. Wait. Actually, there's a solution to that. @@.cyan;"I wrap this choker around my neck of my own volition,"@@ you say out loud into your empty apartment. @@.cyan;"I submit that I will never be able to take it off again."@@ Your fingers wrap around your neck, slowly, one after the other. Once both your hands fit all the way around, you press down and hear that click. Immediately, you feel raw sexuality, pure need flowing through your veins. You start to gasp in arousal, dripping on your floor. Now... who are you going to have fun with first?\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>You sit yourself down on your computer right away. <em>Yes</em>, it's still there. Access to <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.hoptink;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>'s escort service. That is just what you needed. Back when you first used it, you had to go by her account, taking her clients. No more. This is your show now. One hand goes into your panties, rubbing your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>clit, the other goes to your mouse, hitting "Register". For a brief moment, you consider going by a fake name. It's only a fleeting thought; you don't want this to be a job. You want this to be your <em>life</em>. Impatiently, you type in your real name and all the other information while you still please yourself under the desk. The form is filled out and being printed. Now you have it black on white. You're an officially registered whore. Your hips are bucking as you cum at the thought of being a vessel of somebody else's fetishes, fucking your brains out every day, for the rest of your life.\ \ <<endif>> <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: The Student Has Become the Master-</em>\ <<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>>

As you're continuing to walk away from the facility, you're lost in thought. <<if $robertAlly1 is 1 and $lucasAlly is 1>>Neither of your two companions says much, so they're likely doing the same.<<elseif $robertAlly1 is 1 or $lucasAlly is 1>>Your companion doesn't talk either, so he's likely doing the same.<<else>>There's nothing but silence, not even the wind disturbs your contemplation.<<endif>> Where will you go from here? Where <em>can</em> you go from here? The obvious choice is to just run. Aimlessly. You don't have a lot of foreign language experience under your belt, so you'd probably be limited to the UK and maybe its former colonies, not counting the States. Sure, you could envision yourself living in England, that should work. <<if $cash gte 1000>>If you wanted to, you could probably spend a grand on turning yourself back to the way you looked, within reason. You probably wouldn't look exactly like you used to for just a thousand bucks, but enough to look like a man at least. If you don't want to, you could always use your new connections to get a passport sorted out and live in Britain as a woman. Not an easy choice.<<else>>You got to know a few people who could sort out the passport situation. You'd definitely need a new one, because you sure as hell can't put together the thousand bucks or so you'd need to even roughly turn yourself back to the way you looked. That means you'd live in Britain as a woman. Getting a boyfriend, wearing female clothes, being regarded as a girl. A small price to pay for freedom though, you'd say.<<endif>>\ <<if $robertAlly1 is 1 and $robertChoker is 0>> @@.robert;Robert@@'s affection for you has been hard to miss. It's not an overstatement to say he's straight-up fallen in love with your feminine side. The question then is, do you reciprocate those feelings? And could you live as a woman? As a <em>wife</em>? He turned out to be such a sweet guy<<if $penis is 1>>, but you don't know whether he'd accept those last male pieces of you, dangling between your legs<<endif>>. If you actually married him, <<if $penis is 1>>you would probably have to get a vagina, the proper way, without sci-fi magic to make it all "easy".<<else>>would he remain that sweet guy though? You've seen how he can be at work sometimes.<<endif>> It's a risk, but you have the potential to find true love, happiness and a family.\ <<elseif $robertAlly1 is 1 and $robertChoker is 1>> You know @@.robert;Robert@@ held you in high regard since the start of your transformation... Now he's facing that future himself. Already, you can tell that he's furious at you. If you could've resisted putting a choker around his neck, you might have had a future with him. Now, you'll be on your own.<<endif>>\ <<if $lucasAlly is 1>> There's always the option to start a life with @@.lucas;Lucas@@. Admittedly, he's a bit old for you... but you can't deny the kind of looks he sent your way on more than one occasion. So you know he's interested, and he's not that bad-looking. He aged gracefully. Besides, a relationship goes beyond bodily attraction. Having somebody like him at your side would mean you always have somebody to tell you touching or interesting stories. Somebody you can have a conversation with. Starting a family would be out of the question with him, but perhaps that's for the better.<<if $penis is 1>> You're not even sure whether you'd want to get your dicklet removed.<<endif>> At least you'd have somebody who cares for you though, who understands you.<<endif>>\ <<if $pickedJav is 1>> You always have Japan... It's weird that you think about it now, but that pornset was amazing. Obviously, this clears up much of the confusion of your chosen sex; you'd doubtlessly be most successful in porn when you flaunt a beautiful pussy. In that sense, you would be restricted. But it paid quite well and everybody was so nice, almost revering you. There isn't a doubt in your mind that the industry would happily keep a spot open for you. Fame and fortune would be yours, despite the stigma that comes with it.<<endif>>\ <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5 or $fetishChoker is 1>> Actually, there is one more option, though. Like it or not, the choker has shown you pleasures that you hadn't deemed earthly. Turning your back on those feelings is not an easy task. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>You've been given a @@.fetish;Fetish Slut@@ choker... it'd be easy to put it on and live your new life according to it.<<else>>You could just give in to the new @@.fetish;Fetish Slut@@ choker and make a living with that. It'd be so easy... it'd be so @@.fetish;fun@@.<<endif>><<endif>> <<if $robertAlly1 is 1>>[[Become Robert's wife.|Week 4, Day 7 - Robert's Housewife]] <<endif>><<if $lucasAlly is 1>>[[Become Lucas' wife.|Week 4, Day 7 - Lucas' Housewife]] <<endif>><<if $pickedJav is 1>>[[Become a JAV starlet.|Week 4, Day 7 - JAV is my Life]] <<endif>><<if $cash gte 1000 and $penis is 1>>[[Flee to Europe as a man.|Week 4, Day 7 - A Man's World]] <<endif>>[[Flee to Europe as a woman.|Week 4, Day 7 - A Woman's World]]<<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>> [[Give in to being a Fetish Slut.|Week 4, Day 7 - Chokers are Love...]]<<endif>>

Fuck it. Live a life of slavery and keep your mind intact to see every second of it, or lose your identity while still being enslaved. Choosing between pest and cholera, you pick the one that will leave your mind at peace, even if you lose control over it. Your hand drops down in a flash, snatches the choker and springs back up as you push yourself off the ground with everything you have. @@.desiree;"Stop,"@@ you are commanded, briefly and calmly. @@.fetish;"Yes, Mistress."@@ Just one word from her and your plan comes crumbling down. Even though your body is still on autopilot from that order, you're shaking at what she'll do now. To start off, she sighs. @@.desiree;"I offer you a safe, cushy position, and that's the thanks I get. Point taken." DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ walks closer to you and starts stroking your choker, which really turns you on for some reason. @@.desiree;"I suppose safe and cushy isn't your style. We'll find something else for you, trust me."@@ You don't like her ominous talk, but she disappears for a few seconds. You have no idea what she's doing, but your imagination running wild sure doesn't help. You shoot <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> a brief look, but @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is back shortly. To your huge surprise, your choker is falling to the ground. She undid the clasp, just like that! Less surprisingly, it doesn't take five seconds before a second clicking sound rings in your ears. Your life flashes past you before your eyes as you realise that it's likely the last time you'll be able to remember your old self. That old self is about to be replaced by something new. As your memories run out, the future flashes before your eyes as you see in a reflecting screen what is written on your neck. What does your future hold? What do you see? <<if $pee is 0 and $lactation is 1>>[[A big cowbell.|Cow Ending]] <<endif>><<if $lactation is 1 and $points gte 5>>[[A small cowbell to hook into a necklace, and a frilly headband.|Milkmaid Ending]] <<endif>><<if $lactation is 0 and $points gte 5>>[[A frilly, black-and-white headband.|Maid Ending]] <<endif>><<if $pregnant is 1>>[[Maternity clothes... and handcuffs.|Breeder Ending]] <<endif>><<if $brainDrain gte 5 and $addiction gte 5 and $obedience gte 5>>[[Cat ears on a headband.|Catgirl Ending]] <<endif>><<if $pickedJav is 1>>[[A camera, and a muscular, Japanese hunk about to jump you.|JAV Ending (Bad)]] <<endif>><<if $brothel is 1 and $asianProgress gte 5 and $thaiName is 0>>[[A kimono, lying in a large window, facing the street.|Asian Whore Ending]] <<endif>>[[A sparkling SLAVE collar.|Slave Ending]]<<if $robertEnemy is 1 or $lucasEnemy is 1>> Or maybe you see your future with somebody specifically?<<endif>><<if $robertEnemy is 1>> @@.robert;Robert@@ is looking like he'd enjoy [[owning you|Robert's Trophy Wife]] a little too much.<<endif>><<if $lucasEnemy is 1>> @@.lucas;Lucas@@ looks at you with animosity. [[The things he would do to you|Lucas' Pet]] if he got his fingers on you...<<endif>>

No chance. No fucking chance. You lost, you're alone. Now's not the time to tempt fate. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> is still in the corner of the room, witnessing your internal crisis. Whether she really notices, you're not sure, but you figure she had similar thoughts of defiance at one point or another. @@.desiree;"Come along," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ asks, rather than orders, and you follow behind her. In another room, leaving your former favourite prostitute behind, the boss lady shuffles some papers around. Then, she addresses you again, handing you one of the sheets. It's a photo of a young man. @@.desiree;"That's your first target. Lives nearby. You were our first successful transformation, so we still want to keep things local for a while until we have established ourselves better. He goes to the same bar every weekend, but never takes anybody home. Maybe he'll get lucky with his first one-night stand soon?"@@ she insinuates. You catch her drift. @@.desiree;"Being a@@ @@.fetish;Fetish Slut@@ @@.desiree;should do fine, but maybe find something to cover that up with until you're back at his apartment. Maybe a light scarf? It's not cold outside, but it doesn't have to be wool. Anyway, I'll leave the details to you. As long as the evening ends with a choker around that slut's neck, Mistress will be happy,"@@ she explains, talking about herself in the third person like she's speaking with a rebellious child. @@.desiree;"Got it?"@@ @@.fetish;"[[Got it.|Week 4, Day 7 - Recruiter Ending]]"@@

You're entering the bar your target was supposed to be in. There you go, sitting alone at the bar. Talk about common themes. It's unbelievable how many people do this same thing, how pathetic. It does make recruiting and scouting easy though. You take a seat next to your target, not paying any attention to her at first. There are many subtleties to recruitment. Once you're in the apartment, they're done. But getting there isn't always easy. Granted, you're rarely rejected, but it does happen. She gets interested after seeing you play with your drinks a little bit. A smile here and there helps, too. Knowing she is a bit of a shut-in, you're not afraid to come on a little stronger once you piqued her interest. Minutes later and she's all smiles. You got this. Subtle touches to reinforce your points, a few drinks, and soon enough she's returning your advances. It requires barely any convincing when you ask her to go back to her place. You can tell she isn't used to it, and loves the attention. As you said, once you're inside the apartment, it's all routine. Out of your purse and into your skirt's waistband goes the choker prepared for her. Before she even knows what came over her, you're throwing yourself at her, beginning a fierce makeout session. She doesn't even notice your right hand sneaking behind you five minutes later. You're already so wet... Recruitment always makes you so fucking horny. But you'll get to that part. First of all, this fine piece of jewelry needs to find its target. One click and the job's done. Naturally, this doesn't go unnoticed. You take off your little scarf to reveal your own choker. @@.fetish;"Like it yet?"@@ you ask your prey, gushing into your panties. @@.blue;"What, some kinds of drugs inside that shit?"@@ she asks, laughing. You laugh back. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Oh you'll -eel so-e kind o- ecstasy, I guarantee that. Nothing che-ical though."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Oh you'll feel some kind of ecstasy, I guarantee that. Nothing chemical though."@@<<endif>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> @@.blue;"You know, I didn't notice before, but you speak kind of funny,"@@ your target gets suspicious. @@.fetish;"Oh, that? Courtesy of these,"@@ you demonstrate while licking over your huge dick-sucking lips, rolling your eyes back into your head as you relish the sensation. @@.fetish;"We can get you a -air o- cock-illows like that, don't -e jealous. Could -e use-ul -or your new jo- too."@@ She gives you a skeptical look at that. You're getting a little ahead of yourself.<<endif>> Time to introduce her to her destiny. You break up your kissing, mount her stomach and turn 180 degrees. Your panties go flying and your sphincter is planted straight on those virgin lips. For a short while there, you're distracted by muffled shouts as you rock your hips back and forth. Quickly though, they're turned into almost pained moans as the girl beneath you struggles dealing with these new cravings. Her tongue runs a marathon around your asshole and when it doesn't, it's probing inside as far as it can reach. You are putting her skills to the test for half an hour before she cracks and spasms below you in orgasm. She'll make a fine @@.blue;Asslicker@@ once her training's finished. For today though, you'll let her relax and cope with the new experience. There'll be plenty more visits from now on. Today was a first for you too; never had to have an enema before, but it sure was worth it. You have a fun few weeks ahead of you. As much as it was mentally stimulating, your libido is killing you. Time to go home. You plant one sweet kiss one your fucktoy's sphincter -- you figure you owe her that much -- before leaving her apartment and getting back to yours. When you do, you can already see Dale masturbating on the couch. For your 50th convert, @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ rewarded you with something to come home to. A husband of your own, travelling with you no matter which State your job sends you too. Although sometimes, it feels more like you married a cock on legs. Not that you were much interested in his other skills. His little self-stimulation session suits you just fine. That means he's hard and ready to go, though that's rarely an issue with hubby. No words are needed as your panties drop to the floor and your skirt gives way to your man's hips. Slapping his hands away from his meat, you are on him within seconds, jumping up and down, screaming in ecstasy. Your neighbours got used to it. As you're bouncing up and down the thickest, most virile cock you can remember, you reflect on your life. You've been going at this for two years, and there's nothing you'd rather do. Sometimes, fatigue sets in; you're not getting younger. You're resolved not to show it though. Nothing worse than getting demoted to a desk job. No, you'll stick with slapping chokers on and fucking brains out. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: @@.red;Bonn--@@ uuh, @@.fetish;$firstname@@ at Your Service-</em>

<<set $fetishChoker = 0>>You look into a black screen nearby to make out your reflection and what your new @@.fetish;fate@@ is. <center><big>COW</big></center> That's what it says. You can't wrap your head around it. Cow? How's that going to-- @@.fetish;"M-mooooooooo"@@, you suddenly blurt out. Wh-what's that feeling? You look down and see @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ massaging your @@.fetish;udders@@. O-ooh, that feels sooo good. Milk starts leaking out of them and you notice yourself pushing your shoulders further into her hands, trying to receive more pressure, more @@.fetish;love@@. Instead, the hands disconnect for a moment. You're left feeling empty, yet at the same time painfully full. Just seconds later though, you're relieved that the stimulation continues. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ took out a funnel and an empty glass bottle, and is now filling it with your milk. As you're thrusting back and forth to get your @@.fetish;jugs@@ emptied, your half-lidded eyes are drawn to the label on the bottle. H-hey, that's your face... and your tits. Seeing your likeness marketed on a milk bottle [[sends you over the edge into a violent orgasm.|Cow Ending 2]]

<<set $fetishChoker = 0>>You look into a black screen nearby to make out your reflection and what your new @@.fetish;fate@@ is. <center><big>MILKMAID</big></center> That's what it says. Oh no, now you'll be stuck with-- @@.blue;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"@@ a piercing screech paralyses you. Suddenly, arms wrap around you and heavy tits crush yours. @@.blue;"Maid sisters, Maid sisters, Maid sisters!"@@ she almost blows out your ear drums.<<if $bimbo is 2>> Great, another sisterhood fetishist bouncing around you...<<endif>> @@.desiree;"I see you two get along great. I trust@@ @@.blue;Marie@@ @@.desiree;will properly introduce you to your new life."@@ She pretends to look at a wristwatch that doesn't exist. @@.desiree;"Would you look at the time? I've got so much business to take care of. Seeing as you two are already bonding, how about you get to work?"@@ @@.blue;"Yeeeeeeeeee--" Marie@@ shouts as she drags you behind her, @@.blue;"--eeeeeeeeees!"@@ You're pushed into an empty supply closet and the maid -- well, you suppose you're a maid now too -- closes the dor behind you. He hands snap to your chest, massaging it. Ooh... oooooooh, stop that! Feels so nice... @@.blue;"You like that, huh? I wonder how you taste," Marie@@ teases you as she's roughly mauling your breasts. Already, you're in orgasmic pleasure. @@.fetish;Finally@@, you get to [[serve somebody.|Milkmaid Ending 2]]

<<set $fetishChoker = 0>>You look into a black screen nearby to make out your reflection and what your new @@.fetish;fate@@ is. <center><big>MAID</big></center> That's what it says. Oh no, now you'll be stuck with-- @@.blue;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"@@ a piercing screech paralyses you. Suddenly, arms wrap around you and heavy tits crush yours. @@.blue;"Maid sisters, Maid sisters, Maid sisters!"@@ she almost blows out your ear drums.<<if $bimbo is 2>> Great, another sisterhood fetishist bouncing around you...<<endif>> @@.desiree;"I see you two get along great. I trust@@ @@.blue;Marie@@ @@.desiree;will properly introduce you to your new life."@@ She pretends to look at a wristwatch that doesn't exist. @@.desiree;"Would you look at the time? I've got so much business to take care of. Seeing as you two are already bonding, how about you get to work?"@@ @@.blue;"Yeeeeeeeeee--" Marie@@ shouts as she drags you behind her, @@.blue;"--eeeeeeeeees!"@@ You're pushed into an empty supply closet and the maid -- well, you suppose you're a maid now too -- closes the dor behind you. Her hands come down on your shoulders, pushing you to your knees. You're stunned when she lifts up her skirt. @@.fetish;"You got a-- GACK"@@ you manage to say before nearly choking. @@.blue;"No, it's called 'cock'," Marie@@ teases you as she's roughly fucking your throat. Already, you're in orgasmic pleasure. @@.fetish;Finally@@, you get to [[serve somebody.|Maid Ending 2]]

<<set $fetishChoker = 0>>You look into a black screen nearby to make out your reflection and what your new @@.fetish;fate@@ is. <center><big>BREEDER</big></center> That's what it says. You don't understand! You turn towards @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ with a dropped jaw, clueless. @@.desiree;"What's with you? Oh no... don't tell me--"@@ she breaks out in laughter. @@.desiree;"You didn't know?"@@ You shake your head. @@.desiree;"Well, let me be the first to express congratulations. You're eating cum for two now<<if $pregnant3 is 1>>, and have been for over a week<<elseif $pregnant2 is 1>>, from the very point where you had your womb, actually. You can't tell me you didn't know? Mere days after getting a pussy, you got yourself knocked up. You'll do very well here, I'm so happy<<endif>>."@@ <<if $pregnant2 is 1>>She touches your belly, creeping you out.<<endif>> Your heart drops. You're... pregnant? Your mind is racing how you could've let that happen, you're almost convinced @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s lying. She seems confident in her claim though, handing you a little piece of plastic, a pregnancy test. You pee on it, and sure enough, it confirms her story. You're in complete shock, paralysed. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ has @@.fetish;another@@ slave fetch maternity clothes, which she spends the rest of the afternoon taunting you with. She takes tremendous pleasure in your despair. Meanwhile, your every thought is dominated by the fact that [[a baby is growing and living in your stomach.|Breeder Ending 2]] You stroke your belly cautiously, lost in thought.

<<set $fetishChoker = 0>>You look into a black screen nearby to make out your reflection and what your new @@.fetish;fate@@ is. <center><big>CATGIRL</big></center> That's what it says, though you can't make sense of it. You'll be a cat? Suddenly, there's something on your head. You reach up and feel two cotton triangles sticking out of your hair, connected by a headband. That's just silly... and degrading, which isn't very surprising. What surprises you quite a bit is the arm draped across your chest from behind. Turning around, you see @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ holding you in place tightly. Then, there's a sudden cool pressure against your rear and you start to realise why she's restraining you. Without any lube, you feel what can only be a cold, metallic butt plug invading your asshole. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ does her utmost to draw it out as long as she can. It takes her a full minute to firmly lodge the toy inside your ass, your sphincter closing around the end tightly, holding it in. You can feel a bit of hair tickle your ass cheeks. As @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ releases you again, you see why. A long, rather lifelike black cat's tail is protruding from your rear end. It's so weird, that thing almost seems like it's moving on its own. When you touch the end of it, kneading it carefully, you swear you just felt a slight, short build-up of pressure in your anus, which disappeared the moment you released @@.fetish;your new appendage@@. Something takes you out of your thoughts. A sound. A kind of clicking. The room is empty though, there's nothing that could make a sound like that. Your ears lead you to a room off to the side. Indeed, you find @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, sitting in an armchair. She looks right at you while grabbing the cushion she's leaning her back against, and drops it to the left of the chair. Next, she reaches her hand in your direction, rubbing her thumb over her fingers and makes that clicking sound with her tongue again. You can't comprehend what comes over you then, but an indescribable urge to jump over to that hand builds up within you. Something tells you that you shouldn't... shouldn't... resist. Shouldn't resist. Why would you? What could happen? Jumping forward, you crawl the last few steps towards the hand that calls you, coming to rest on the cushion next to @@.fetish;Owner@@. Her hand now strokes your head, scratching you behind your ear and you [[purr in contentment.|Catgirl Ending 2]]

<<set $fetishChoker = 0>>You look into a black screen nearby to make out your reflection and what your new @@.fetish;fate@@ is. <center><big>JAV STARLET</big></center> That's what it says in two rows. It seems like your brief porn career is going to see a big comeback in the near future. @@.desiree;"You're no use to me as a recruiter if you're going to turn on me this quickly. And so badly too, you won't fool any outside like that. Maybe some cameras in the room will teach you to follow direction. This way at least I'll make some money out of you. Besides, having representation in the exotic Far East can't hurt... might actually accelerate our plans in other aspects."@@ And so it was decided. You're on an airplane with Dale, who was promptly married to you before you took off. His twofold job as your supervisor as well as your cock-on-legs was not appreciated, but your protests were, of course, shut down. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ expressed her lack of trust in you on another continent, both concerning your brain as well as <<if $penis is 1>>the pussy she gave you as a parting gift<<else>>your pussy<<endif>>. She didn't want you running off with the first big-dicked foreigner who was looking to bang foreign girls. Thus, you found yourself sitting here in an office, after ten hours of flight, signing a contract with a more than excited businessman brazenly staring down your cleavage. You shake his sweaty hand and with that, [[seal your fate.|JAV Ending (Bad) 2]]

<<set $fetishChoker = 0>><<set $firstname = "Kasumi">>The new choker you were fitted with reads an inscription that is all too familiar to you. <center><big>@@.gold;ASIAN WHORE@@</big></center> @@.gold;Lovely@@ images shoot through your head. The way you debased yourself that week. How the choker completely, @@.gold;wonderfully@@ dominated you. It all comes flooding back, and it all wants to take control again. @@.desiree;"I hope you see the kindness I'm granting you. It's hard to adjust to a new situation, so I'm sending you to work with an old friend. Well, not that old, but she did take good care of you. Do you want to see Ms. Nakamura again? If you don't, you will soon, I promise. These past four weeks will all seem like a bad dream -- except one of them -- and you'll rediscover yourself."@@ She hugs you from behind as you stare at your reflection, frightening you. @@.desiree;"Hah, you're so cute already. I can't wait to see you whole. Now hop off my little@@ @@.red;chink hooker@@@@.desiree;, you shouldn't keep Ms. Nakamura waiting."@@ With that, she ushers you out of the facility. Just like that, like it's nothing. A cab is already waiting for you, and the shock of the situation prevents you from even thinking about running. Blindly, you get into the back. The driver takes off without you even telling him about your destination. You're dropped off right in front of the "Oriental Brothel" you worked a night in. @@.blue;"It's great to see you again!"@@ the usually reserved, strict Ms. Nakamura greets you with a hug. @@.blue;"@@'@@.gold;Kasumi@@@@.blue;', was it? Let's get you into make-up and dressed, right?"@@ Passively, you let her guide your still stunned body into the beautician's room. She tries to make some conversation as she pampers you with all sorts of cosmetics, running circles around you until not a single skin pore can be distinguished on your face, and your hair is fastened elaborately and elegantly behind your head. Seeing your near-paralysed form, she helps you get dressed in your kimono, then pulls down the neckline a bit to show the sightest hint of cleavage. It's a classy establishment, but still a brothel. You're led over to the window, where you sit down and present yourself. Your eyes are still unfocussed, just staring into the distance as you stretch and expose yourself in the floor-to-ceiling window. Most people are turned off by your blank stare, but eventually one person comes in, [[pointing at you.|Asian Whore Ending 2]] Momentarily, you're escorted up into a room for some alone time with him. often made out to be. any man is pudding beneath your fingers.

<<set $fetishChoker = 0>>You look into a black screen nearby to make out your reflection and what your new @@.fetish;fate@@ is. <center><big>SLAVE</big></center> That's what it says.<<if $payments gte 4>> Your thoughts drift back to your induction into the facility, when @@.lightblue;Fucktoy@@ was being created right in front of your eyes.<<endif>> Such a generic choker, and yet it produces such tremendous fear in you. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ figures you could use a demonstration of the implications that come with the choker. She drags you to your knees and walk away, beckoning you to follow. @@.fetish;Obediently@@, you crawl over to her on all fours, like a slave should. @@.fetish;Mistress@@ sits down on an armchair, which you position yourself next to, kneeling next to her hand, in case she wants to direct you somewhere. Momentarily, she does, @@.fetish;caringly@@ touching your head and pushing it down. She raises her boot to your face, and you understand. [[You stretch out your tongue|Slave Ending 2]], drag it over the shiny black leather and orgasm wildly at the @@.fetish;exquisite@@ taste.

You look into one of the black screens and see the choker now wrapped around your neck. @@.desiree;"Guess you got lucky with her temperament there," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ addresses @@.robert;Robert@@. <center><big>TROPHY WIFE</big></center> @@.desiree;"I'd have loved her as a recruiter, but if she's going to turn on me this quickly, I don't feel comfortable sending her out. You're not getting her for free, I expect you to put in the hours at the facility. And break her good for me, will you?"@@ @@.robert;"Oh, you won't need to worry. I'll make a proper woman out of her,"@@ he grins at his hard-fought victory. Immediately, your arm is seized by his strong grasp. You squeal, and find both your arms in the hands of @@.robert;Robert@@. @@.robert;"Whenever I get a new toy, I can't wait to play with it. Am I excused?"@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ nods, stifling a laugh. @@.robert;Robert@@ carries you off like King Kong would. Your tiny, feminine form has no chance of escaping his bulky arms. He worked in an office, but obviously stopped by the gym frequently. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ leads the two of you through the facility, back in the direction you came. You notice that it's by no means a huge assortment of hallways; the doors are just hidden panels, completely flush with the surrounding walls. Since @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ has the controls, she can open and close countless rooms that were completely hidden from you. In front of one, she stops, and bids you in. The panel closes shut behind you, leaving the room as just four walls with no door. Actually though, this is like a whole apartment. There are doors in here, just none leading outside. You can see a bathroom and a kitchen. It looks just like a medium-sized apartment, except underground and thus without windows. You can't think about interior decoration too long before @@.robert;Robert@@ throws you onto the king-sized bed, and jumps you almost before you landed properly. Your eyes grow wide as @@.fetish;your husband@@ [[unzips his pants.|Robert's Trophy Wife 2]]

You look into one of the black screens and see the choker now wrapped around your neck. @@.desiree;"Guess you got lucky with her temperament there," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ addresses @@.lucas;Lucas@@. <center><big>TROPHY WIFE</big></center> @@.desiree;"I'd have loved her as a recruiter, but if she's going to turn on me this quickly, I don't feel comfortable sending her out. You're not getting her for free, I expect you to put in the hours at the facility. And break her good for me, will you?"@@ @@.lucas;"Oh, you won't need to worry. I'll make a proper woman out of her,"@@ he grins at his hard-fought victory. Immediately, your arm is seized by his strong grasp. You squeal, and find both your arms in the hands of @@.lucas;Lucas@@. @@.lucas;"It's probably best if I get started right away, don't you think? They break easier when you start training them early."@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ nods, stifling a laugh. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ He just grabs you by one arm now, pulling you behind him like a dog on a leash. Your tiny, feminine form has no chance of escaping his surprising strength. The old man obviously works out. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ leads the two of you through the facility, back in the direction you came. You notice that it's by no means a huge assortment of hallways; the doors are just hidden panels, completely flush with the surrounding walls. Since @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ has the controls, she can open and close countless rooms that were completely hidden from you. In front of one, she stops, and bids you in. The panel closes shut behind you, leaving the room as just four walls with no door. Actually though, this is like a whole apartment. There are doors in here, just none leading outside. You can see a bathroom and a kitchen. It looks just like a medium-sized apartment, except underground and thus without windows. You can't think about interior decoration too long before @@.lucas;Lucas@@ shoves you onto the king-sized bed, and jumps you almost before you landed properly. Your eyes grow wide as @@.fetish;your husband@@ [[unzips his pants.|Lucas' Pet 2]]

<<set $victory = 1>>\ \ <strong><center>@@.big;BUTTSLUT@@</center></strong> <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>That is the word crowning her neck. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s eyes are wide open in terror. @@.robert;Robert@@ realises that @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is under control and can't help but give in to the girl that's currently devouring his crotch. Should you tell him that girl used to be a man in his sixties? Probably not, but you keep it in mind for later. Suddenly, after a second of contemplation the owner-turned-slave books it.\ <<else>>That is the word crowning... @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s neck? Indeed, her eyes shoot open wide in terror. @@.robert;Robert@@ came to his senses in the very last millisecond and must've swung her into your grip. He realises that @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is under control and can't help but give in to the girl that's currently devouring his crotch. Should you tell him that girl used to be a man in his sixties? Probably not, but you keep it in mind for later. Suddenly, after a second of contemplation the owner-turned-slave books it.<<endif>> <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.cyan;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.fetish;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>,"@@ you vaguely hear from the distance. You bid her over and she obediently follows your commands. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."<<else>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, back in control of her body, simply scoffs at your request. She doesn't take kindly to this role reversal. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<else>>@@.fetish;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<endif>> Her face contorts into an angry grimace at your demeaning display of superiority. Her features soften quickly though, realising that she's powerless for the first time. Reluctantly, she gets started on explaining. @@.desiree;"You were our first test running under semi-controlled conditions. We've done some of that once. Different place, different time, different technology. We improved on what we had in the lab so much, we figured it was time to take things outside. As I mentioned, after a successful first week with you we started a simultaneous project on somebody else. Somebody whose situation was rather different to yours. Large-scale results were necessary, long-term results." "While you took to the programme decently, if not amazingly, there was one crucial, missing factor: You weren't 'breaking'. Nobody's really sure, but we feared you may never when you're allowed to run wild. That's why we brought you here, though I hadn't accounted for your little whore friend having a heart of gold. What a clichÃ©," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ snidely remarks. @@.desiree;"Not breaking means that, even if we addict you to the choker, making a normal life virtually impossible, you still resist it. You may have noticed we don't have that problem with our employees here. They learn to love the choker voluntarily, not through withdrawal symptoms. We don't have such excessive machinery in the outside world, and that was my <em>apparent</em> downfall,"@@ she ominously emphasises the word "apparent". @@.desiree;"We could've just stuck you into one of these chambers to fuck the last remnants of your mind out of you. Maybe I should've. Guess I got too greedy for that data on you."@@ @@.desiree;"And still you have that smug, morally superior look on your face,"@@ she complains. @@.desiree;"This was all a power trip to me, wasn't it? Big, bad, old me? How you'd love for that to be true, but again you're only thinking as far as your <<if $chest lte 5>>diminutive <<endif>>tits jut out from your chest. Fine, let's indulge that primitive mindset and make it all about <em>you</em>." "We've watched you for some time. I'll admit your resistance was admirable in theory, but give me a break. You and I both know what happened in those rare moments when your defences did give out. Just ask@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.desiree;. Did she ever see you as happy as you looked during those moments, over the <em>years</em> she's known you? Don't get me wrong, I believe you when you tell me you had good times together, absolutely. But how many 'eyes rolled back into my head in the ecstasy of being raped like the horny fuckbunny I am' moments did you share with her? Moments of pure, unadulterated bliss? I'm willing to bet on <em>zero</em>." "But there's a broader point to be made here. Let's drop the ego, if you're still capable of that. What's the world like now? Starvation, exploitation across more than half the globe. Think about it. If all that the majority, or just every other person, craved was to get fucked silly and buying cute shoes, we could easily sustain twice the population we have now at much higher average happiness. We could effectively halve greed; more than halve it by targetting specific people. Take over a state to show America. Take over America to show the world. At your fingertips you have the potential means to eradicate hunger, disease and greed, yet you prefer to ignore it and demonise me for trying. Justify it all you want, but that <em>is</em> the essence of it,"@@ she confidently accuses you. After that she goes quiet. You can't believe your ears. One look around this facility is all you need to dispel this little fiction of hers. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in, who were perfectly functioning individuals before you started to invade their life. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> After that, your voice just runs out, you're simply baffled by her ignorance. You've said what you wanted to say anyway. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ has not. @@.desiree;"The chokers worked most effectively when catering to base instincts,"@@ she counters. @@.desiree;"We could've targeted any emotion from pain avoidance to hunger, but obviously those aren't good emotions to cater to, nor to deprive somebody of. Using sex was a relatively safe way to bond people to the choker, something that people may be prone to experiment with from the start, unlike starvation or self-harm."@@ Your patience is running out. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<endif>> you ask sternly. Silence. Of course. Her counterargument was already delivered in a meek voice, very uncharacteristic of her usual demeanour. There's no denying she dramatically overstepped her boundaries. The question is... would you? What she said could technically be true. Changing your body as radically as the choker did, at every level, why would it not be able to kill cancer cells, for example? With considerable time spent on research, you may be able to transform these powers for good. You'd have to keep operating covertly though; no government would tolerate this kind of technology. It'd turn into a military project overnight. Precisely. To some degree, you feel like you earned something for yourself. Maybe @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ had the right idea, but wasn't up to the task? You've been through it. Nobody right now knows this process better than you do. That gives you the potential to perfect the method and get a taste of true power. Lastly, you could destroy this all. You can't imagine the person capable of handling such power. Its destructive capabilities are much more apparent than its constructive ones. It follows that people would use it accordingly when they got their hands on it. You came in here hoping to regain control of your fate. Now you may decide the world's. [[Use the chokers for good.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$transformfacility = 1]] It could take years of research, but it has the potential to save the human race from countless catastrophes. [[Use the chokers for power.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$seizefacility = 1]] @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ was short-sighted. You won't be. What's good for you will be good for the world. [[Destroy any hint of the chokers.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$destroyfacility = 1]] Within a month, you've been forced to comprehend that the laws of nature are seemingly invalid. Letting this go on is too unpredictable, too dangerous. Besides; you have your own life to live. You'd like to get back to normalcy, and taking control of this facility -- for whatever purpose -- is the opposite of normal.

<<set $escape = 1>>\ \ <<if $hypnosis is 1>>There's a loud thump, and suddenly somebody grabs you. You only see that person's back as you're thrown over a shoulder before that man bolts out the door. Your mouth is still open, because you're a good cocksleeve, but now you're really making your discontent known. You're loudly moaning in displeasure, letting everybody hear how dearly you need cock. Nobody would care for at least an hour though, when your kidnapper finally lets you down. It was @@.robert;Robert@@! So he's the one denying you your rightfully earned cock. You're looking angrily at his heaving, panting form with your mouth still open, in case he finally sees reason. Once he's calmed down a little, he has the audacity to start chatting you up. Unbelievable! @@.robert;"What's wrong with you?"@@ he asks. Your pants not hanging around your ankles, you idiot! @@.robert;"Is it what the woman said? What was it... Cocksleeve?"@@ At the call of your name, you moan again under a wave of intense pleasure. That's a good first step, now go all the way and plug the Cocksleeve with some cock! @@.robert;Robert@@ recoils at your loud moans. @@.robert;"You mean I should..." Robert@@ asks. <em>Yes</em>! You should, definitely! You give him a little appreciative moan to encourage him. Hesitantly, he undoes his pants. His expression still isn't one of supreme confidence, but at least his cock is approaching his Cocksleeve. He stops short and looks at Cocksleeve again, worrying. Come on already! Finally, he comes close enough for Cocksleeve to reach. Its mouth closes tightly around him. Cocksleeve has received its cock, and a wave of tingling pleasure rewards it. @@.robert;Robert@@ tries to pull back for some reason, but can't. Cocksleeve has an impeccable seal. @@.robert;"I suppose that would've been too easy," Robert@@ complains. After a few more seconds of contemplation, @@.robert;Robert@@ finally does the only sensible thing by pushing forward into his Cocksleeve, which is immediately rewarded with its first orgasm. At first, he tries to pull out again after the intial thrust, but Cocksleeve is skilled enough to hold any cock inside just before there's any danger of it popping out. @@.robert;Robert@@ sighs -- probably in pleasure, Cocksleeve thinks -- and pushes back in to get more. Cocksleeve is finally being used and mewls in contentment as it gets to fulfill its purpose. @@.robert;Robert@@, realising the foolishness of trying to escape his Cocksleeve, speeds up. At one point, he even grabs the back of his Cocksleeve, to keep it in position as it orgasms countless times. His thrusts go so deep, it's almost like he's trying to hit the bottom. What a silly thought, @@.robert;Robert@@'s cock is big @@.gold;and tasty@@, but Cocksleeve is designed for inhuman, impossible sizes. While it reflects on its skills proudly, @@.robert;Robert@@'s thrusts get slower, but more urgent. Not releasing his grip, he bottoms out and injects his load deep into his Cocksleeve. As the seed enters your stomach, so does your consciousness re-enter your brain, one spurt, one drop at a time. The return of your perception does not reduce the ecstasy flowing through your veins one iota, and you collapse on the floor. Five minutes later, you find enough strength to get back to your feet, but not enough to remember the last hour or so. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Wha... what ha-ened?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Wha... what happened?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Wha... what ha-ened?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Wha... what happened?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you ask. @@.robert;Robert@@ doesn't really know what to say. There's an awkward pause before he finally speaks up. @@.robert;"Frankly, I haven't got a clue,"@@ he tells you. He seems sincere, but it doesn't help you much, so you ask him to elaborate. He sighs. @@.robert;"I fucked your throat."@@ Well, that's reassuring. Your eyes understandably go wide and you're afraid what you got yourself into. @@.robert;"Let me explain. That woman I was restraining, she said a word, Coc--"@@ he pauses. @@.robert;"Almost did that again. Anyway, after you heard that, you just went completely stiff on your knees, wouldn't buckle an inch. I carried you all the way out here and still you wouldn't 'wake up' after at least 45 minutes of running. The only reaction I got out of your was after saying that word again, which made you... moan. Your mouth was open the whole time, so I expected I'd have to do something sexual. Once I was inside, you wouldn't let me go. I'm sorry, I tried to avoid it, I swear.<<if $brothel is 1>> Think back to the brothel, I didn't try to take advantage of you there, did I? But I easily could have. Please believe me when I tell you I'm not looking to do the things these people did to you.<<endif>>"@@ As you said, he does seem sincere. Your thoughts go back to that helmet you were wearing... you felt like you were out for a long time there, just like you felt a few minutes ago. Perhaps what he says is right. You look at him for a while and then just nod your head. @@.robert;Robert@@ breathes out deeply. He must be exhausted, both mentally and physically. @@.robert;"Okay... okay. Thank you. Can you walk, by the way? No offense, you're pretty lightweight as you are, but I still can't carry you around all day and we should probably get some more distance between us and them. And think about our plan going forward. We're not going to go back there and take the facility by storm, so we will have to figure out a way to hide."@@ Seeing the logic in that, [[you follow your companion.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]]\ \ <<elseif $hypnosis is 0>>The echoing sound ends the fight immediately. Your senses return to you... because the choker around your neck is suppressing the urges you felt seconds earlier. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Shit,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Shit,"@@<<endif>> you manage to utter, but no more. @@.robert;Robert@@ is similarly stunned and curses. Suddenly, in the corner of your view, he is slamming @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ into the nearest wall with full force. @@.robert;"<strong>RUN!</strong>"@@ he screams, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you behind him. Some more hallways and you pass a reception, staffed by a vacuous-looking bombshell, you notice as you're passing by in a flash. Five minutes outside the facility, @@.robert;Robert@@ lets go of your arm, confident that you've regained your composure enough. You're not at a full sprint, but it's close to that. Fortunately for you, the body the chokers gave you is designed to let you play an active role during sex, and thus at least somewhat suited for running too. You'll miss not having wobbly honey thighs like these though, despite them being in obviously better shape than your old ones. You must have been going for at least an hour before you finally both agree to come to a stop.<<if $string is 1>> You use the break to take off your choker and string.<<endif>> You're impressed by your own physique; you were always more of a couch potato, and an office job didn't help with that. Still, you two need a little breather after that wild escape. You smile at your friend, happy that you got out. @@.robert;Robert@@ isn't exactly happy, but he smiles back. @@.robert;"Not a great result, but I suppose it beats the shit I saw back in that building. That thing puts supervillains' secret lairs to shame. You doing alright?"@@ he asks you. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Yeah,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Yeah,"@@<<endif>> you breathe in response, your chest still heaving. That fact hasn't eluded @@.robert;Robert@@... but he tries not to look. @@.robert;"Good. Man, I wish we could've got her though. I was sure we could take her together, two on one. Guess there were some factors I didn't account for, huh?"@@ You get the impression that this is a veiled accusation. It's true, you faltered. You don't think that was surprising; you were up against supernatural forces as far as you're concerned. @@.robert;Robert@@ obviously feels like he's been a bit harsh too, though he doesn't want to outright say it. @@.robert;"Alright, this isn't getting us anywhere though. What's done is done. [[Let's consider our options.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]]"@@\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $defeat = 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<endif>>\ \ Immediately, the room falls quiet. You notice rhinestones hugging your neck in what feels like the most exquisite trance you ever experienced. Like a maniac, you smile and rub your neck, while you're clearly dripping sexual fluids from between your legs. @@.desiree;"Now my pet, join@@ @@.lexi;Lexi@@ @@.desiree;and give this nice man behind me a blowjob,"@@ your Mistress orders you. @@.fetish;"Of course, Mistress,"@@ you say, entirely of your own volition. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You completely disregard the buzzing "collagen" in your lips as you speak, and love every second of it.<<endif>> You're set into motion, first getting on your knees, then crawling over to @@.robert;Robert@@ like a horny animal. The moment you hug his ass cheek with one hand and unzip his pants with the other, he's making a run for it. Naturally, you're disappointed, but feel like you did your best to honour your Mistress' orders, and her grateful smile is reward enough. @@.desiree;"Very well done, dear,"@@ she strokes you behind your ear, and you feel a tiny orgasm coming on, especially since @@.lexi;Lexi@@ starts crawling up to you and licks <<if $penis is 1>>your boy-ovaries<<else>>your slit<<endif>>. That's enough to regain your senses, and the realisation of what you just did comes crashing down on you. You look up to the woman praising you, now terrified, and not daring to get back to your feet, even if you could. @@.desiree;"Now we're together and alone. Perfect. I have big plans for you. Your example shows that our plans work. You were out in the open and still managed to break, despite a man trying his best to help you prevent it. I'm proud of you, honey. There's another girl just like you, well on the way of producing results as promising as yours. And with you working the streets, we'll have many more coming in."@@ So that was the plan. You're set to become a recruiter for the Corporation, dragging more people into servitude... just like you were. Because you failed -- or succeeded, from their point of view -- they deem the project feasible for mass "production" of slaves. Your defeat will be historic. That's when your eyes are drawn towards something. Another choker, lying on the ground, right behind @@.lexi;Lexi@@'s juicy ass. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ must have dropped it. This may be your last chance. She's still regarding you praisingly, so she may not expect you to make a move. Go down, snatch it, slap it around her neck before she can react. It may be your only way out. It may as well be how you cheat yourself out of a semi-respectable position here. You can try to attack her, sure, but you have to know that could be the last conscious decision you get to make. If she stops you from assaulting her, you <em>know</em> you're going to be doing the most embarrassing shit in this whole facility, and there's a lot of depravity here just going by what you saw in a week. Only one question remains: Will you do it? [[Snatch that choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Offensive]] Even if it kills "you". [[Resign yourself to becoming a recruiter.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Defensive]] Cut your losses and hold onto your identity; or what's left of it.

<<set $victory = 1>>\ \ <strong><center>@@.big;BUTTSLUT@@</center></strong> That is the word crowning her neck. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s eyes are wide open in terror. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ immediately falls silent, then makes a run for it. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is stunned for a second longer, then takes a page out of @@.lucas;Lucas@@' book and books it, too. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.cyan;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.fetish;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>,"@@ you hear from the doorway. You bid her over and she obediently follows your commands. @@.robert;Robert@@ interjects, not happy with your relaxed attitude. @@.robert;"Hey, don't be too happy just yet,@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ @@.robert;is running around somewhere. We don't know how far the exit is, he may be getting away if you don't ask her how to lock down the facility, if there is a way."@@ You look at him for a brief moment, fuelling his impatience. @@.robert;"<em>Ask her!</em>"@@ Shaken out of your stupor, you do. She reveals a somewhat complex procedure, but in the end, the facility seems to go into lockdown for the time being. Hopefully that doesn't raise too many eyebrows. @@.robert;Robert@@, in the meantime offers to search for @@.lucas;Lucas@@. Great, the quicker you get to him, the better. And it leaves you time to finish your talk with @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."<<else>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, back in control of her body, simply scoffs at your request. She doesn't take kindly to this role reversal. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<else>>@@.fetish;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<endif>> Her face contorts into an angry grimace at your demeaning display of superiority. Her features soften quickly though, realising that she's powerless for the first time. Reluctantly, she gets started on explaining. @@.desiree;"You were our first test running under semi-controlled conditions. We've done some of that once. Different place, different time, different technology. We improved on what we had in the lab so much, we figured it was time to take things outside. As I mentioned, after a successful first week with you we started a simultaneous project on somebody else. Somebody whose situation was rather different to yours. Large-scale results were necessary, long-term results." "While you took to the programme decently, if not amazingly, there was one crucial, missing factor: You weren't 'breaking'. Nobody's really sure, but we feared you may never when you're allowed to run wild. That's why we brought you here, though I hadn't accounted for your little whore friend having a heart of gold. What a clichÃ©," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ snidely remarks. @@.desiree;"Not breaking means that, even if we addict you to the choker, making a normal life virtually impossible, you still resist it. You may have noticed we don't have that problem with our employees here. They learn to love the choker voluntarily, not through withdrawal symptoms. We don't have such excessive machinery in the outside world, and that was my <em>apparent</em> downfall,"@@ she ominously emphasises the word "apparent". @@.desiree;"We could've just stuck you into one of these chambers to fuck the last remnants of your mind out of you. Maybe I should've. Guess I got too greedy for that data on you."@@ @@.desiree;"And still you have that smug, morally superior look on your face,"@@ she complains. @@.desiree;"This was all a power trip to me, wasn't it? Big, bad, old me? How you'd love for that to be true, but again you're only thinking as far as your <<if $chest lte 5>>diminutive <<endif>>tits jut out from your chest. Fine, let's indulge that primitive mindset and make it all about <em>you</em>." "We've watched you for some time. I'll admit your resistance was admirable in theory, but give me a break. You and I both know what happened in those rare moments when your defences did give out. Just ask@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.desiree;. Did she ever see you as happy as you looked during those moments, over the <em>years</em> she's known you? Don't get me wrong, I believe you when you tell me you had good times together, absolutely. But how many 'eyes rolled back into my head in the ecstasy of being raped like the horny fuckbunny I am' moments did you share with her? Moments of pure, unadulterated bliss? I'm willing to bet on <em>zero</em>." "But there's a broader point to be made here. Let's drop the ego, if you're still capable of that. What's the world like now? Starvation, exploitation across more than half the globe. Think about it. If all that the majority, or just every other person, craved was to get fucked silly and buying cute shoes, we could easily sustain twice the population we have now at much higher average happiness. We could effectively halve greed; more than halve it by targetting specific people. Take over a state to show America. Take over America to show the world. At your fingertips you have the potential means to eradicate hunger, disease and greed, yet you prefer to ignore it and demonise me for trying. Justify it all you want, but that <em>is</em> the essence of it,"@@ she confidently accuses you. After that she goes quiet. You can't believe your ears. One look around this facility is all you need to dispel this little fiction of hers. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in, who were perfectly functioning individuals before you started to invade their life. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> After that, your voice just runs out, you're simply baffled by her ignorance. You've said what you wanted to say anyway. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ has not. @@.desiree;"The chokers worked most effectively when catering to base instincts,"@@ she counters. @@.desiree;"We could've targeted any emotion from pain avoidance to hunger, but obviously those aren't good emotions to cater to, nor to deprive somebody of. Using sex was a relatively safe way to bond people to the choker, something that people may be prone to experiment with from the start, unlike starvation or self-harm."@@ Your patience is running out. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<endif>> you ask sternly. Silence. Of course. Her counterargument was already delivered in a meek voice, very uncharacteristic of her usual demeanour. There's no denying she dramatically overstepped her boundaries. At that moment, @@.robert;Robert@@ brings in a slightly battered @@.lucas;Lucas@@, who doesn't resist his captor anymore. Good timing. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"That's enou- talk -or now, I think. So, -y little -uttslut,"@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ shudders in pleasure at hearing her new title, @@.cyan;"why don't you go o-er your -irgin ass to that old -an there? He looks like he needs it."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"That's enough talk for now, I think. So, my little buttslut,"@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ shudders in pleasure at hearing her new title, @@.cyan;"why don't you go offer your virgin ass to that old man there? He looks like he needs it."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"That's enou- talk -or now, I think. So, -y little -uttslut,"@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ shudders in pleasure at hearing her new title, @@.fetish;"why don't you go o-er your -irgin ass to that old -an there? He looks like he needs it."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"That's enough talk for now, I think. So, my little buttslut,"@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ shudders in pleasure at hearing her new title, @@.fetish;"why don't you go offer your virgin ass to that old man there? He looks like he needs it."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>,"@@ she obediently responds, immediately offering herself to a stunned @@.lucas;Lucas@@. This way, at least @@.robert;Robert@@ doesn't have to keep him restrained the whole time. With that little distraction dealt with, you can get your mind back to your decision for this facility's future. You were last questioning @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s moral failure. The question is, would you make the same mistake? What she said could technically be true. Changing your body as radically as the choker did, at every level, why would it not be able to kill cancer cells, for example? With considerable time spent on research, you may be able to transform these powers for good. You'd have to keep operating covertly though; no government would tolerate this kind of technology. It'd turn into a military project overnight. Precisely. To some degree, you feel like you earned something for yourself. Maybe @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ had the right idea, but wasn't up to the task? You've been through it. Nobody right now knows this process better than you do. That gives you the potential to perfect the method and get a taste of true power. Lastly, you could destroy this all. You can't imagine the person capable of handling such power. Its destructive capabilities are much more apparent than its constructive ones. It follows that people would use it accordingly when they got their hands on it. You came in here hoping to regain control of your fate. Now you may decide the world's. [[Use the chokers for good.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$transformfacility = 1]] It could take years of research, but it has the potential to save the human race from countless catastrophes. [[Use the chokers for power.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$seizefacility = 1]] @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ was short-sighted. You won't be. What's good for you will be good for the world. [[Destroy any hint of the chokers.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$destroyfacility = 1]] Within a month, you've been forced to comprehend that the laws of nature are seemingly invalid. Letting this go on is too unpredictable, too dangerous. Besides; you have your own life to live. You'd like to get back to normalcy, and taking control of this facility -- for whatever purpose -- is the opposite of normal.

<<set $escape = 1>>\ \ <<if $robertChoker is 1>>The echoing sound ends @@.robert;Robert@@'s struggle immediately. Seeing that choker around his neck returns you to reality as well. @@.robert;Robert@@ can't know what awaits him yet, but his situation seems to dawn on him, as his right hand wanders up to his neck, an incredulous expression on his face. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is smiling, but not for long. @@.robert;Robert@@, in despair a second ago, finds strength somewhere. He throws her into the next wall and screams. @@.robert;"<strong>RUN!</strong>"@@ he leaves @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ behind, hoping you'll join him. You don't need to be asked twice. While @@.lucas;Lucas@@ fails to grab @@.robert;Robert@@, you run the other way around him and bolt out the door before the reeling @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ can shout a command. There are two semi-long hallways challenging your speed and stamina before you burst through a small reception area, staffed by a dumb-looking bimbo bombshell behind the counter, and then you're out. You leave the facility behind you and just don't stop running. Amazingly, you can keep up with your former boss. You were never one to do cardio; or exercise at all, really. Looks like the chokers gave you a body intended to be active during sex, so there's a silver lining. Imagine if you were meant to be some bondage pet, tied down all the time and barely able to walk fifteen minutes on your own... Okay, bad thoughts. What's more important is to get some distance between you and the facility; and boy, do you ever. It must've been an hour since you bolted through that main entrance and left the compound behind you. Both of you more than earned a little break. Heaving, you stand in a field, breathless after your bold, narrow escape. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Are you okay?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Are you okay?"@@<<endif>> you ask @@.robert;Robert@@. He can't quite believe what he hears. His response isn't verbal, he just looks at you. You avert your eyes. That backfired. @@.robert;Robert@@ doesn't pick up a conversation and so you both just catch your breath in silence.<<if $string is 1>> You use the break to take off your choker and string.<<endif>> Once you're done, you walk further away from the facility you just fled. Your trip remains wordless. At least that gives you time to [[consider your options.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]]\ \ <<else>>The echoing sound ends the fight immediately. Your senses return to you... because the choker around your neck is suppressing the urges you felt seconds earlier. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Shit,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Shit,"@@<<endif>> you manage to utter, but no more. @@.robert;Robert@@ is similarly stunned and curses. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ starts grabbing your breasts from behind, distracting you... and making you pretty @@.fetish;horny@@. Suddenly, in the corner of your view, he is slamming @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ into the nearest wall with full force. @@.robert;"<strong>RUN!</strong>"@@ he screams, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you out of @@.lucas;Lucas@@' grasp. Some more hallways and you pass a reception, staffed by a vacuous-looking bombshell, you notice as you're passing by in a flash. Five minutes outside the facility, @@.robert;Robert@@ lets go of your arm, confident that you've regained your composure enough. You're not at a full sprint, but it's close to that. Fortunately for you, the body the chokers gave you is designed to let you play an active role during sex, and thus at least somewhat suited for running too. You'll miss not having wobbly honey thighs like these though, despite them being in obviously better shape than your old ones. You must have been going for at least an hour before you finally both agree to come to a stop.<<if $string is 1>> You use the break to take off your choker and string.<<endif>> You're impressed by your own physique; you were always more of a couch potato, and an office job didn't help with that. Still, you two need a little breather after that wild escape. You smile at your friend, happy that you got out. @@.robert;Robert@@ isn't exactly happy, but he smiles back. @@.robert;"Not a great result, but I suppose it beats the shit I saw back in that building. That thing puts supervillains' secret lairs to shame. You doing alright?"@@ he asks you. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Yeah,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Yeah,"@@<<endif>> you breathe in response, your chest still heaving. That fact hasn't eluded @@.robert;Robert@@... but he tries not to look. @@.robert;"Good. Man, I wish we could've got her though. I was sure we could take her together, two on one. Guess there were some factors I didn't account for, huh?"@@ You get the impression that this is a veiled accusation. It's true, you faltered. You don't think that was surprising; you were up against supernatural forces as far as you're concerned. @@.robert;Robert@@ obviously feels like he's been a bit harsh too, though he doesn't want to outright say it. @@.robert;"Alright, this isn't getting us anywhere though. What's done is done. [[Let's consider our options.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]]"@@\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $fetishChoker is 0>>\ \ <<set $defeat = 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<endif>>\ \ Immediately, the room falls quiet<<if $tattoo lt 1 and $perversion lt 5>>, and @@.lucas;Lucas@@' hand moves away from you<<endif>>. You notice rhinestones hugging your neck in what feels like the most exquisite trance you ever experienced. Like a maniac, you smile and rub your neck, while you're clearly dripping sexual fluids from between your legs.\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $defeat = 1>>\ \ Immediately, the room falls quiet, and @@.lucas;Lucas@@' hand moves away from yours. You vaguely notice @@.robert;Robert@@ wearing a choker too, and receive a juicy orgasm for your @@.fetish;faithfully@@ performed duty.\ \ <<endif>> @@.desiree;"Now my pet, why don't you come and give this nice man behind me a blowjob,"@@ your Mistress indirectly orders you. @@.fetish;"Of course, Mistress,"@@ you say, entirely of your own volition. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You completely disregard the buzzing "collagen" in your lips as you speak, and love every second of it.<<endif>> You're set into motion, first getting on your knees, then crawling over to @@.robert;Robert@@ like a horny animal. The moment you hug his ass cheek with one hand and unzip his pants with the other, he's making a run for it. Naturally, you're disappointed, but feel like you did your best to honour your Mistress' orders, and her grateful smile is reward enough. @@.desiree;"Very well done, dear,"@@ she strokes you behind your ear, and you feel a tiny orgasm coming on. That's enough to regain your senses, and the realisation of what you just did comes crashing down on you. You look up to the woman praising you, now terrified, and not daring to get back to your feet, even if you could. @@.desiree;"Now we're together and alone. Perfect. I have big plans for you. Your example shows that our plans work. You were out in the open and still managed to break, despite a man trying his best to help you prevent it. I'm proud of you, honey. There's another girl just like you, well on the way of producing results as promising as yours. And with you working the streets, we'll have many more coming in."@@ So that was the plan. You're set to become a recruiter for the Corporation, dragging more people into servitude... just like you were. Because you failed -- or succeeded, from their point of view -- they deem the project feasible for mass "production" of slaves. Your defeat will be historic. That's when your eyes are drawn towards something. Another choker, lying on the ground, right before you. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ must have dropped it. This may be your last chance. She's still regarding you praisingly, so she may not expect you to make a move. Go down, snatch it, slap it around her neck before she can react. It may be your only way out. It may as well be how you cheat yourself out of a semi-respectable position here. You can try to attack her, sure, but you have to know that could be the last conscious decision you get to make. If she stops you from assaulting her, you <em>know</em> you're going to be doing the most embarrassing shit in this whole facility, and there's a lot of depravity here just going by what you saw in a week. Your reflection is broken up by some debate that @@.lucas;Lucas@@ and @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ are starting. Apparently, the old man is looking to negotiate some terms already. @@.lucas;"I want her,"@@ he demands. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ obviously dislikes that tone. @@.desiree;"What you want does not concern the outcome of this experiment. You know me better than that. This was an important mission and I won't compromise it because you have some illusion of having helped me."@@ @@.lucas;"Alright, we're just talking. I want a choker then."@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is visibly surprised at this next request. @@.lucas;"I decide the title. I supervise production, even if it's just for the one choker. I put it around myself."@@ Now @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ smiles. She seems to catch his drift and nods. Well, they seem to have made up quickly. But maybe you could play @@.lucas;Lucas@@ if you just get @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ trapped in that choker. So, only one question remains: Will you do it? [[Snatch that choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Offensive]] Even if it kills "you". [[Resign yourself to becoming a recruiter.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Defensive]] Cut your losses and hold onto your identity; or what's left of it.

It's @@.lucas;Lucas@@ sneaking into the room! You have no idea how long he's watched you, but he obviously has enough of a grasp of the situation to stay quiet. He's actually barefoot, so either he happened to lose his shoes or he's been watching long enough to take them off. Now he's cautiously approaching you from the side, but still behind @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, who's still backing you into a corner and can't see the vast majority of the room. You're sure <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>> saw the old man enter, since she stands right next to the doorway in another corner. Fortunately, she stays quiet. <<if $string is 0>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.desiree;"What's with you? Why aren't you wrapping that choker around your neck yet?"@@ she drags you out of your thoughts. Shit, you almost blew it. Your focus returns to @@.ruby;Ruby@@, licking you between your legs and @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ who now starts to fondle your chest. Her resolve has not changed though. @@.desiree;"Put. It. On,"@@ she sternly commands this time. <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress."@@ Once again, you can't help but obey your body, which in turn obeys the confident woman. Before you've spoken the last word, your arm is rising, choker in hand. In your peripheral sight, you notice @@.lucas;Lucas@@ approaching, but he doesn't reach you before that \ <<if $bimboTattoo + $cumslutTattoo + $asianTattoo gte 2>>[[clicking sound|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Neutral, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<elseif $bimboTattoo + $cumslutTattoo + $asianTattoo gte 1 and $perversion gte 5>>[[clicking sound|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Neutral, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<else>>[[clicking sound|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Neutral, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<endif>> \ lingers in the air.\ <<else>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ you hurriedly confirm her order. Out of the corner of your eye, you see @@.lucas;Lucas@@ approaching, but there's a limit to how fast he can go. You have to raise your hands closer to your neck, but you do so very slowly to try gaining some time. <<if $hypnosis is 0>>@@.desiree;"Something wrong?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ asks you, but doesn't do anything. You don't think a slave would respond to anything but a direct order, so you keep quiet. As you stare down at your feet, you notice another pair appearing behind @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ must've made it. An idea strikes you. As you're being caressed by @@.ruby;Ruby@@'s lips and tongue, you play up your horniness a great deal. While you keep the choker in one hand close to your neck, you pretend to topple forward, and into @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, whose breasts you start to massage. She seems quite taken with the sight of you being lost in apparent sexual pleasure and engages with you. When she comes close, essentially rubbing her upper body against yours, you bring your other hand around her hips too. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ understands your plan immediately. He snatches the choker from your hands and you're freed from the groping threesome when [[that familiar click resounds off the walls.|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Neutral, Lucas Ally)]]\ \ <<elseif $hypnosis is 1>>@@.desiree;"What are you doing? What's the hold-up?"@@ she chastises you. You don't think a slave would respond to anything but a direct order, so you keep quiet. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ isn't anywhere to be seen right now. @@.desiree;"Cocksleeve."@@ Suddenly, your arm drops down. So does the other. Your mouth gapes open, you drop to your knees and you stare blankly forward. You don't blink. You are Cocksleeve. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ feels confident that Cocksleeve can't do anything in that position. Well; nothing but service cock. @@.desiree;"@@@@.ruby;Ruby@@@@.desiree;, could you use that girldick of yours to stuff dear Cocksleeve over here?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ suggests. @@.ruby;"Mmmmhmm," Ruby@@ mumbles through Cocksleeve's crotch affirmatively, which vibrates in pleasure at hearing its name. She disconnects with a wet plop and plugs Cocksleeve shut. An orgasm rocks its entire body at the first touch of cock. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ took in the room, spotting @@.lucas;Lucas@@. @@.desiree;"My old friend, how good to see you,"@@ she fakes hospitality. @@.desiree;"And just at the right time. You can have sloppy seconds if you behave."@@ A threateningly sweet smile forms on @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s face, though Cocksleeve is definitely too busy to notice that. The old man just stands there and stares. Cocksleeve is no stranger to jealous looks, but serving the cock it has inside it at the moment is more important than thinking of future ones, as tempting as it is. All of a sudden, hands grip Cocksleeve's waist, which barely registers. Every nerve ending is nearly shut down in favour of those around the essential sleeve parts. There's a strong pull away from the cock, but Cocksleeve keeps a tight seal. Another pull, and Cocksleeve loses out; keeping cocks happy and comfortable is first priority, and staying connected under such forces can , and Cocksleeve loses out; keeping cocks happy and comfortable is first priority, and staying connected under such forces can hurt a cock. Moaning in despair, Cocksleeve has no choice but to get [[carried away by this awful man.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Neutral, Lucas Ally)]]\ <<endif>>\ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.desire;"You feel nice yet?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ teases you, which brings your focus back to @@.ruby;Ruby@@'s ministrations. Your nemesis joins in, too, kneading your breasts, while your former boss' face is slurping away between your legs. To really sell it, you start moaning in pleasure and occasionally let your jaw go slack. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s confident grin tells you that either your acting skills are quite impressive, or her blinding arrogance is. The latter is not at all unthinkable; you notice a choker lying at the feet of the imposingly confident woman. In between your deep grunts, you try to direct @@.lucas;Lucas@@ with your eyes, but he catches on before you really need to intervene. You quickly cease your hints to avoid giving @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ reason for suspicion. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ bows down and now has the choker in his hand. He gets back up, standing behind @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, who's still playing with your tits. Just as @@.lucas;Lucas@@' arms appear next to her neck, you stop your sexual charade and just [[smile that winning smile|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Neutral, Lucas Ally)]] that she loves so much.\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $string is 1>>@@.desire;"You feel nice yet?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ teases you, which brings your focus back to @@.ruby;Ruby@@'s ministrations. Your nemesis joins in, too, kneading your breasts, while your former boss' face is slurping away between your legs. To really sell it, you start moaning in pleasure and occasionally let your jaw go slack. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s confident grin tells you that either your acting skills are quite impressive, or her blinding arrogance is. The latter is not at all unthinkable; you notice a choker lying at the feet of the imposingly confident woman. In between your deep grunts, you try to direct @@.lucas;Lucas@@ with your eyes, but he catches on before you really need to intervene. You quickly cease your hints to avoid giving @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ reason for suspicion. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ bows down and now has the choker in his hand. He gets back up, standing behind @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, who's still playing with your tits. Just as @@.lucas;Lucas@@' arms appear next to her neck, you stop your sexual charade and just [[smile that winning smile|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Neutral, Lucas Ally)]] that she loves so much.\ \ <<endif>>

It's a woman. A drop-dead gorgeous woman. She catches the eye with her unmatched elegance, with pure sex in her gait. At the same time, every step is so perfect it is almost uncanny. Now that you take a closer look, her walk seems rigid. Stiff, somehow. Robotic. You've been so captivated by her sexual aura, you haven't even bothered to look at her neck, the first thing you should do in this place. It reads "BIMBOT". <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"...@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.cyan;?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"...@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.fetish;?"@@<<endif>> @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ turns around and smiles, of course. @@.desiree;"Wrong again... It's@@ @@.lexi;Lexi@@ @@.desiree;now," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ corrects you. @@.desiree;"How lovely of you to join us. Why don't you join us for good by taking care of this girl's <<if $chest gte 7>>bountiful <<endif>>tits?"@@ @@.lexi;"Gladly. Mistress."@@ Her words are separated by a short, unnatural pause. @@.lexi;Lexi@@'s long legs carry her over to you before you can get two thoughts straight in your head. You're currently being assaulted by two men, Bimboi and Bimbot, whose heads are filled by nothing but dicks and subservience... You're not liking the odds here. <<if $string is 0>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>And @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ wants even more. She throws you a choker, which you fumble clumsily, but catch nonetheless. With that in your hand, your eyes are drawn towards the two "women" currently trying their hardest to get some sexual pleasure out of you. It dawns on your that, if this choker goes around your neck, you will become the third mindless nymphomaniac in this orgy. @@.desiree;"What's wrong, sweetie? Excited?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ almost breaks out in laughter at seeing you squirm. @@.desiree;"What are you waiting for? Put it on."@@ <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress."@@ Once again, you can't help but obey your body, which in turn obeys the confident woman. The choker heats up unbearably, teasing you with the promise of unheard of pleasure. Before you've spoken the last word, your arm is rising, choker in hand. You look at the two girls still servicing you, hoping to see a glimmer of recognition in their eyes... But they don't even look at you. There's no escape now, [[as the choker clicks shut around your neck.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Neutral, Lucas Neutral)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ \ <<else>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ you fake your obedience, looking for an opening. Purposely raising your arm slowly, you observe the two girls servicing you. As you're scanning them, you're hoping for just a hint of recognition in there eyes. Some sort of awareness. But they don't even look at you. One has her head stuck in your lap, the other is staring dead at your womanly chest. In a last ditch, hopeless effort, you shake the sluts off, throw @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ into the nearest wall, and [[make a run for it.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Neutral, Lucas Neutral)]]\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.desiree;"Enjoying your two playmates?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ asks you arrogantly. @@.desiree;"I can't fucking wait until you finally break too. The three of you, united. It has a kind of poetry to it. Everybody who resisted my influence ending up a slave. Just beautiful. You've had your part in it, too. I never had little@@ @@.ruby;Ruby@@ @@.desiree;here in my sights,"@@ the confident woman says as she strokes her pet's hair. @@.desiree;"Then you came about. Thank you very much for growing my harem. I admit to being a little bit greedy when it comes to that. Insatiable, you could say."@@ You try to ignore what she says, but can't quite accuse her of lying. @@.robert;Robert@@ and @@.lucas;Lucas@@... they lived peaceful lives until you dragged them into it. @@.robert;Robert@@ had never been a part of this and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ had successfully cut himself off. Look at them now, brainless sex toys with no more thought -- or purpose -- than a blow-up doll. The image playing out before you weighs heavily on your shoulders. That doesn't mean you have to play by her rules. It doesn't mean you have to join them out of self-pity.<<if $perversion gte 5>> @@.fetish;Although maybe you would want to?@@ Yeah... why so gloomy? Why not just take your @@.fetish;natural@@ place [[at this powerful woman's feet?|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Neutral, Lucas Neutral)]]<<else>> @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is still the root of this problem, even if you've spread her infection to these two. Reinvigorated, you scream as you get up, push back your two former companions and throw @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ into the next wall as hard as you can. Once your mind registers how effectively you hurt her, your instincts kick in and you [[just run.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Neutral, Lucas Neutral)]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $string is 1>>@@.desiree;"Enjoying your two playmates?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ asks you arrogantly. @@.desiree;"I can't fucking wait until you finally break too. The three of you, united. It has a kind of poetry to it. Everybody who resisted my influence ending up a slave. Just beautiful. You've had your part in it, too. I never had little@@ @@.ruby;Ruby@@ @@.desiree;here in my sights,"@@ the confident woman says she strokes her pet's hair. @@.desiree;"Then you came about. Thank you very much for growing my harem. I admit to being a little bit greedy when it comes to that. Insatiable, you could say."@@ You try to ignore what she says, but can't quite accuse her of lying. @@.robert;Robert@@ and @@.lucas;Lucas@@... they lived peaceful lives until you dragged them into it. @@.robert;Robert@@ had never been a part of this and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ had successfully cut himself off. Look at them now, brainless sex toys with no more thought -- or purpose -- than a blow-up doll. The image playing out before you weighs heavily on your shoulders. As you're gazing down at these two sex idols, something besides the depravity catches your eye; a choker is lying next to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s feet. She must have dropped it at some point. Who knows why she brought it. An idea forms. As you're being caressed by @@.ruby;Ruby@@'s lips and tongue, as well as @@.lexi;Lexi@@'s adept hands, you play up your horniness a great deal. While you stretch your left arm out, you pretend to topple forward, and into @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, whose breasts you start to massage with your right. She seems quite taken with the sight of you being lost in apparent sexual pleasure and engages with you. When she comes close, essentially rubbing her upper body against yours, you bring your left hand upwards, very, very carefully. You cautiously untangle the choker in your hand and finally think you're in position to catch her. Knowing you have to be quick, you concentrate, tense every muscle in your body, and finally hear [[that familiar click resounding off the walls|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Neutral, Lucas Neutral)]] as your reward.\ \ <<endif>>

Through the door steps... <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"...@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.cyan;?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"...@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.fetish;?"@@<<endif>> @@.lucas;"The very same,"@@ he confirms, and @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ turns around to watch him enter as well. @@.lucas;"I see you got started without me,"@@ he jokes. You're not laughing. @@.desiree;"Never hurts to get warmed up,"@@ the confident woman replies. @@.desiree;"Don't worry, we'll find a spot for you. Her breasts seem awfully lonely, don't you think? I'm sure our new girl would appreciate a pair of experienced hands,"@@ she smiles her enraging smile at you. @@.lucas;Lucas@@' eyes light up. You can tell he's excited to molest you. @@.desiree;"This isn't just about fun though," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ cautions. @@.desiree;"We run a business here."@@ The old man didn't need to be reminded of that, but he nods in confirmation. <<if $string is 0>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>The boss lady is about to divulge her plans too, it seems. As your breasts are being mauled by @@.lucas;Lucas@@ and your crotch is dripping @@.ruby;Ruby@@'s saliva, she fishes a choker from somewhere and throws it your way. @@.desiree;"Why delay it? Put that choker around your neck, you slut."@@ Her order is spit out in a degrading tone.\ \ <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress."@@ Once again, you can't help but obey your body, which in turn obeys the confident woman. The choker heats up unbearably, teasing you with the promise of unheard of pleasure. Before you've spoken the last word, your arm is rising, choker in hand. You look at @@.ruby;Ruby@@, who's still servicing you, hoping to see a glimmer of recognition in her eyes... But she only has eyes for your sex. There's no escape now, [[as the choker clicks shut around your neck.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Neutral, Lucas Enemy)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ \ <<else>>You hesitate, scared by the combined force against you. @@.ruby;Ruby@@ does not really have malicious intent, but she's far from helpful. Slowly, you raise your hand to your neck silently, contemplating how you got here. Surrounded by adversaries, with nobody to look out for you, you almost feel like breaking down to cry, only avoiding to do so because it'd make you feel even more like a girl. @@.lucas;"God, are you ever going to do this?" Lucas@@ asks impatiently, grabs your arms, and [[thrusts it against your neck.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Neutral, Lucas Enemy)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $fetishChoker1 = 1>>You're not really sure what that business model is supposed to be though. Neither do your adversaries, since they seem to delight in your bodily perks first and foremost. Indeed, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ gets more and more grabby. At one point he shoves your head on his cock and just fucks your throat to completion, because he feels like it. Your choker doesn't help things at all. Moments ago, you were thinking how to escape. But surrounded by your captors, how could you? It dawns on you that there is no escape and soon enough, [[you won't even want to.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Neutral, Lucas Enemy)]]\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $string is 1>>You're not really sure what that business model is supposed to be though. Neither do your adversaries, since they seem to delight in your bodily perks first and foremost. Indeed, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ gets more and more grabby. At one point he tries to shove your head on his cock and that's when you explode, taking them by surprise. With no regard for safety, you bite into @@.lucas;Lucas@@' manhood and knock @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ into the nearest wall. As soon as you realise you're free, you [[make your escape.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Neutral, Lucas Enemy)]]\ \ <<endif>>

An old man steps through the doorway. It's @@.lucas;Lucas@@! He's barefoot and starts to approach you slowly. He probably took his shoes off to walk more quietly? That means he must've watched the situation for a little while at least. It's good to know one person is prepared here... <<if $string is 0>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>While your two adversaries are still molesting you, @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ pulls out a choker. @@.desiree;"I'd love to see you in that. I think it'd look lovely on you. Why don't you try it on?"@@ she throws it your way. You catch it expertly, but you hesitate. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is coming closer and he may be able to save you. When you put that thing around your neck, your chances grow slim. So instead of just putting it on, you hold it in your hand, which you raise as slowly as possible to buy some time. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ notices and isn't afraid to be more direct. @@.desiree;"What's with you? Why aren't you wrapping that choker around your neck yet?"@@ she drags you out of your thoughts. Shit, you almost blew it. Your focus returns to @@.robert;Robert@@, rubbing you between your legs and @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ who now starts to fondle your chest. Her resolve has not changed though. @@.desiree;"Put. It. On,"@@ she sternly commands this time. <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress."@@ Once again, you can't help but obey your body, which in turn obeys the confident woman. The choker heats up unbearably, teasing you with the promise of unheard of pleasure. Before you've spoken the last word, your arm is rising, choker in hand. In your peripheral sight, you notice @@.lucas;Lucas@@ approaching, but he doesn't reach you before that \ <<if $bimboTattoo + $cumslutTattoo + $asianTattoo gte 2>>[[clicking sound resounds through the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Enemy, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<elseif $bimboTattoo + $cumslutTattoo + $asianTattoo gte 1 and $perversion gte 5>>[[clicking sound resounds through the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Enemy, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<else>>[[clicking sound resounds through the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Enemy, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<endif>>\ <<else>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ you hurriedly confirm her order, trying to uphold the impression that you're enslaved to her. Out of the corner of your eye, you see @@.lucas;Lucas@@ approaching, but there's a limit to how fast he can go. You have to raise your hands closer to your neck, but you do so very slowly to try gaining some time. <<if $hypnosis is 0>>@@.desiree;"Something wrong?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ asks you, but doesn't do anything. You don't think a slave would respond to anything but a direct order, so you keep quiet and try to continue. As you stare down at your feet, you notice another pair appearing behind @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ must've made it. An idea strikes you. As you're being caressed by @@.robert;Robert@@'s hands, you play up your horniness a great deal. While you keep the choker in one hand close to your neck, you pretend to topple forward, and into @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, whose breasts you start to massage. She seems quite taken with the sight of you being lost in apparent sexual pleasure and engages with you. When she comes close, essentially rubbing her upper body against yours, you bring your other hand around her hips too. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ understands your plan immediately. He's about to take the choker when your heart drops like a stone. @@.robert;"What the fuck are you doing there?" Robert@@ asks, clearly looking at @@.lucas;Lucas@@. <em>Shit</em>, he was spotted. @@.robert;Robert@@ grabs your arms, takes the choker out of your hands, and [[slaps it around your neck.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Enemy, Lucas Ally)]]\ \ <<elseif $hypnosis is 1>>@@.desiree;"What are you doing? What's the hold-up?"@@ she chastises you. You don't think a slave would respond to anything but a direct order, so you keep quiet. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ isn't anywhere to be seen right now. @@.desiree;"Cocksleeve."@@ Suddenly, your arm drops down. So does the other. Your mouth gapes open, you drop to your knees and you stare blankly forward. You don't blink. You are Cocksleeve. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ feels confident that Cocksleeve can't do anything in that position. Well; nothing but service cock. @@.desiree;"@@@@.robert;Robert@@@@.desiree;, could you use that impressive length of yours to stuff dear Cocksleeve over here?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ suggests. @@.robert;"Can do," Robert@@ smiles widely at the compliment. Cocksleeve is plugged shut within seconds. An orgasm rocks its entire body at the first touch of cock. In the meantime, @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ took in the room, spotting @@.lucas;Lucas@@. @@.desiree;"My old friend, how good to see you,"@@ she fakes hospitality. @@.desiree;"And just at the right time. You can have sloppy seconds if you behave."@@ A threateningly sweet smile forms on @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s face, though Cocksleeve is definitely too busy to notice that. The old man just stands there and stares. Cocksleeve is no stranger to jealous looks, but serving the cock it has inside it at the moment is more important than thinking of future ones, as tempting as it is. All of a sudden, hands grip Cocksleeve's waist, which barely registers. Every nerve ending is nearly shut down in favour of those around the essential sleeve parts. There's a strong pull away from the cock, but Cocksleeve keeps a tight seal. Another pull, and Cocksleeve loses out; keeping cocks happy and comfortable is first priority, and staying connected under such forces can hurt a cock. Moaning in despair, Cocksleeve has no choice but to get [[carried away by this awful man.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Enemy, Lucas Ally)]]\ <<endif>>\ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>The question is, how are you going to make use of his presence here? For the time being, @@.robert;Robert@@ is toying with you, though somewhat disinterested, while @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is coming at you a little more enthusiastically. While you're focussing on her, you see something shimmering out of the corner of your eye. At her feet lies a sparkling choker, just like that. She must have dropped it. This is your one chance! Playing up your arousal, you drop to your knees, moaning. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is more than pleased, cackling quietly. Your acting must be pretty good, or maybe she's over-confident. Either way, it plays into your hands just fine. You're still trying to reel @@.robert;Robert@@ in though. First of all, you grab @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s hands and plant them right on your <<if $chest gte 7>>massive <<endif>>tits. That should limit her movement<<if $brainDrain gte 5>> @@.pink;and feels super good@@<<endif>>. Your left hand goes into her snatch and then you move on to your former boss. With little hesitation, you wrap your lips around his meat. You can tell by his look that it refuels old memories, @@.azure;though not just for him...@@ It's easy to get lost in the simple pleasure of servicing cock, no matter how much you resisted the choker, but you shake yourself out of it. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ should be close, now you only need to grab the choker and-- @@.robert;"What are you grabbing down there," Robert@@ asks sternly and your heart drops like a stone. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ detaches from you, looking around skeptically. She spots @@.lucas;Lucas@@. @@.desiree;"Oh, we have another participant, have we? Join us, this whore has holes enough for everybody,"@@ she mocks him. @@.lucas;Lucas@@' eyes are as wide as yours. Panicked, he <<if $perversion lt 5>>[[barrels into DÃ©sirÃ©e.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Enemy, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker1 = 1]]<<else>>[[barrels into DÃ©sirÃ©e.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Enemy, Lucas Ally)][$fetishChoker1 = 1]]<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $string is 1>>The question is, how are you going to make use of his presence here? For the time being, @@.robert;Robert@@ is toying with you, though somewhat disinterested, while @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is coming at you a little more enthusiastically. While you're focussing on her, you see something shimmering out of the corner of your eye. At her feet lies a sparkling choker, just like that. She must have dropped it. This is your one chance! Playing up your arousal, you drop to your knees, moaning. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is more than pleased, cackling quietly. Your acting must be pretty good, or maybe she's over-confident. Either way, it plays into your hands just fine. You're still trying to reel @@.robert;Robert@@ in though. First of all, you grab @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s hands and plant them right on your <<if $chest gte 7>>massive <<endif>>tits. That should limit her movement<<if $brainDrain gte 5>> @@.pink;and feels super good@@<<endif>>. Your left hand goes into her snatch and then you move on to your former boss. With little hesitation, you wrap your lips around his meat. You can tell by his look that it refuels old memories, @@.azure;though not just for him...@@ It's easy to get lost in the simple pleasure of servicing cock, no matter how much you resisted the choker, but you shake yourself out of it. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is coming closer and closer and you shoot him a look that should tell him that you're going all-in on this distraction. He raises his eyebrows, slightly in doubt whether this was really necessary, but he'll work with it. He carefully grabs the choker next to your enemy's feet and you're hopeful that you've almost made it. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ rises again and his arms are now hovering besides @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s neck. You can't resist; you pull your fingers out of her snatch and only show her one. The bird, straight to her face, [[as that clicking sound echoes off the walls.|Week 4, Day 7 - Victory (Robert Enemy, Lucas Ally)]]\ \ <<endif>>

It's a woman. A drop-dead gorgeous woman. She catches the eye with her unmatched elegance, with pure sex in her gait. At the same time, every step is so perfect it is almost uncanny. Now that you take a closer look, her walk seems rigid. Stiff, somehow. Robotic. You've been so captivated by her sexual aura, you haven't even bothered to look at her neck, the first thing you should do in this place. It reads "BIMBOT". <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"...@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.cyan;?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"...@@@@.lucas;Lucas@@@@.fetish;?"@@<<endif>> @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ turns around and smiles, of course. @@.desiree;"It's@@ @@.lexi;Lexi@@ @@.desiree;now," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ corrects you. @@.desiree;"How lovely of you to join us. Why don't you join us for good by taking care of this girl's <<if $chest gte 7>>bountiful <<endif>>tits?"@@ @@.lexi;"Gladly. Mistress."@@ Her words are separated by a short, unnatural pause. @@.lexi;Lexi@@'s long legs carry her over to you before you can get two thoughts straight in your head. You're currently being assaulted by two men -- one of them at least used to be one -- who had nothing good to say about The Corporation when you first met them, or were blissfully unaware of them. Now they're teaming up to fondle and fuck you brainless. <<if $string is 0>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>While your two adversaries are still molesting you, @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ pulls out a choker. @@.desiree;"I'd love to see you in that. I think it'd look lovely on you. Why don't you try it on?"@@ she throws it your way. You catch it expertly, but you hesitate. When you put that thing around your neck, your chances grow slim. So instead of just putting it on, you hold it in your hand, which you raise as slowly as possible to buy some time. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ notices and isn't afraid to be more direct. @@.desiree;"What's with you? Why aren't you wrapping that choker around your neck yet?"@@ she drags you out of your thoughts. Shit, you almost blew it. Your focus returns to @@.robert;Robert@@, rubbing you between your legs and @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ who now starts to fondle your chest. Her resolve has not changed though. @@.desiree;"Put. It. On,"@@ she sternly commands this time. <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress."@@ This time, you can't help but obey your body, which in turn obeys the confident woman. The choker heats up unbearably, teasing you with the promise of unheard of pleasure and you lose all control. Before you've spoken the last word, your arm is rising, choker in hand. Vaguely, you hear @@.robert;Robert@@ chuckling, but more loudly, you enjoy that [[clicking sound resounding through the room.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Enemy, Lucas Neutral)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ <<else>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ you hurriedly confirm her order, trying to uphold the impression that you're enslaved to her. Out of the corner of your eye, you see @@.lucas;Lucas@@ approaching, but there's a limit to how fast he can go. You have to raise your hands closer to your neck, but you do so very slowly to try gaining some time. You shoot one last look towards @@.lexi;Lexi@@. It's obvious that @@.robert;Robert@@ won't help you, but you're looking for some semblance of the old man who hated this organisation in that robotic super slut. A futile effort, it turns out. She hardly even looks at you, her focus is entirely on your crotch, and fighting over "territory" with @@.robert;Robert@@'s hand. In one last, desperate effort, you scream out, ram an elbow into the ribs of your former boss, then throw @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ into the nearest wall. For a moment, you're just shocked at the kind of force you generated in your new meek body. Then, the realisation sets in that you're blowing your perfect opening so you [[bolt out of the door|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Enemy, Lucas Neutral)]]\ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>And boy, are they trying. Granted, @@.lexi;Lexi@@ has no thought of her own anymore, but even @@.robert;Robert@@ is seriously going at it. Did you really slight him badly enough to deserve this? Evidently he seems to think so as he rams your face down his erection. Somebody's trying to recreate some memories, it seems... You have no choice but to let your lips bounce up and down his meat, or you know he'll do worse. Every now and then, you look up at him, but every time he just looks off into the distance, making the most of having his own blowjob slave. His hand never leaves the back of your head, so your thoughts of resistance are futile anyway. Resistance... futile? A minute ago, that didn't seem like you at all, to give up so easily. Then, @@.lexi;Lexi@@ drags her tongue <<if $penis is 1>>all the way across your balls<<else>>from the depths of your cunt all the way up to your clit<<endif>> and suddenly, [[giving up seems like a pretty sweet deal.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Enemy, Lucas Neutral)][$fetishChoker1 = 1]]\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $string is 1>>And boy, are they trying. Granted, @@.lexi;Lexi@@ has no thought of her own anymore, but even @@.robert;Robert@@ is seriously going at it. Did you really slight him badly enough to deserve this? Evidently he seems to think so as he rams your face down his erection. Somebody's trying to recreate some memories, it seems... You have no choice but to let your lips bounce up and down his meat, or you know he'll do worse. Every now and then, you look up at him, but every time he just looks off into the distance, making the most of having his own blowjob slave. His hand never leaves the back of your head, so your thoughts of resistance are futile anyway. His looking away from your may prove useful though. It gives you at least <em>some</em> space to look around the room, though the cock in your mouth is a minor hindrance. Your cautious exploration soon nets some results; there's a choker lying next to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s feet. If you could just grab that-- @@.robert;"Hey, boss lady," Robert@@ suddenly chats up @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, who listens intently. @@.robert;"Why did you start connecting the ends of the chokers with yarn?"@@ Your heart sinks all the way to your feet. You stop bobbing your head halfway down @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick, stunned and panicked. At this point, it's clear they're onto you. It's time to do something. Out of options, you just bite into @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick. While he screams and backs off, you slam into @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, who smashes into the nearest wall. For a second, you can't believe you shook them off so quickly. Then, you realise you're standing around like an idiot instead of [[making your escape.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Enemy, Lucas Neutral)]]\ \ <<endif>>

The new person approaching isn't exactly quiet about his entrance. His footsteps ring out on purpose, announcing his arrival. You see grey hair and a worn, but not ugly face smirk at you. Oh no, just what you needed. @@.lucas;"I see you got started without me,"@@ he jokes. You're not laughing. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ does though. @@.desiree;"If we adjusted our timetable after our resident octogenarian, we'd never get anything done."@@ @@.lucas;"Octogenarian? I'm not that old!" Lucas@@ fakes offense, laughing. You really don't like that they're confident enough to crack jokes as your life is on the line. <<if $string is 0>>\ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.desiree;"Alright, let's get to business though," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ refocusses the group, though @@.robert;Robert@@ never stopped molesting your tits. She pulls out a choker and throws it your way. @@.desiree;"Put on this choker, dear. Make it quick, too. You've had four weeks of admirable resistance. We all acknowledge it, we've seen you. The universe recognises your willpower. Now that that's out of the way, there's nothing stopping you from gaining ultimate, unending pleasure. It's right at your fingertips. Wrap them around your neck."@@\ \ <<if $tattoo gte 1 or $perversion gte 5>>@@.cyan;"Yes, Mistress,"@@ you say automatically<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>, with no regard for your delightfully buzzing lips<<endif>>. A burning heat jumps from the choker into your hand, creeps up your arm and throughout your body. It acts on its own, trying to fit the choker around your neck. Nothing is there to stop it, so you @@.fetish;excitedly@@ [[enslave yourself.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Enemy, Lucas Enemy)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ \ <<else>>No way. No way are you going to make it that easy for them. You've come so far, you won't sacrifice all that when you're so close to escaping this fate, resisting the choker all week long. Suddenly, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ speaks up. @@.lucas;"Hey@@ @@.robert;Bob@@@@.lucas;,"@@ he says like they're old friends, @@.lucas;"could you restrain her for me?"@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ keeps his grip on your <<if $brainDrain gte 5>>@@.pink;boobies@@<<else>>boobs<<endif>>, but snakes around you behind your back. He has you in a bear hug, pressing your arms to your sides and having his own forearms draped across your lithe, tiny upper body. Well, tiny except in one place. @@.robert;"I got her,"@@ he smiles, massing your tits with his arm. @@.desiree;"What's this now?"@@ the boss lady joins in. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ just walks forward and snatches the choker from your immobilised hand. @@.desiree;"Oh come on, it's so much more fun if she does it herself."@@ @@.lucas;"Agreed, but it's also much more dangerous,"@@ the old man cautions. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ sighs. @@.desiree;"You're right. I probably shouldn't play games, in this room of all places. It's just so damn tempting."@@ @@.lucas;"Don't I know it?" Lucas@@ chuckles as he draws a finger across <<if $penis is 1>>the underside of your boyclit<<else>>your clit<<endif>>. @@.desiree;"Fine, do it then."@@ [[Lucas happily complies.|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Enemy, Lucas Enemy)][$fetishChoker = 1]]\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>>Those worries quickly vanish when @@.lucas;Lucas@@ joins in on teasing and groping you. Even @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is getting excited by the sight and starts to shove two fingers up your rear. @@.robert;Robert@@ is still going at your tits, mauling them. At one point he even starts to kiss and suck on your nipples, driving you wild. Wild... You try to remind yourself that you want to resist, but how could you when [[submitting feels this good?|Week 4, Day 7 - Defeat (Robert Enemy, Lucas Enemy)][$fetishChoker1 = 1]]\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $string is 1>>You're not subjected to the choker, but even your normal self is hard-pressed to resist the sensations of being assaulted by three people at once. @@.robert;Robert@@ and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ work your tits and <<if $penis is 1>>cock<<else>>pussy<<endif>> respectively, while @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ as come to toy with your rear entrance. She currently has two fingers up your ass and is already prodding your sphincter with a third. @@.robert;Robert@@ starts to really make use of you when he lets go of your tits and thrusts his meat in your mouth. You can hear a light chuckle by @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ from behind you. Your surprised by the rash assault and he gets a good minute of throatfucking out of you befor you return to your senses somewhat. This is your deciding moment. You're mostly in control of yourself, so what are you doing here? You can do better than this. You <em>have</em> to do better than this. It's impossible to overpower three physically stronger people at once, but you can cut your losses. In this moment of clarity, time slows down as you try to use all your energy to break free. @@.robert;Robert@@'s oral assault comes in handy, as you can just clamp down your jaw, making him scream in pain. Almost like a horse, you kick into @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s side. The ball of your foot meets soft flesh, so you assume you hit her in the belly. One advantage this feminine body has is its flexibility, so you have no trouble dealing good damage to a nearby target. Lastly, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is shoved into the nearest wall with all the force your thinned arms can manage. To your surprise, that strength is considerable, and the old man is stunned when his head meets cement. So he's out of the way, too. You stand in that corner you were backed into, three moaning and injured people around you. It takes you a second to realise how effective you were with your sudden, explosive counter-attack. Once the realisation set in, [[you bolt.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape (Robert Enemy, Lucas Enemy)]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $victory = 1>>\ \ <strong><center>@@.big;BUTTSLUT@@</center></strong> That is the word crowning her neck. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s eyes are wide open in terror. After a second of contemplation, the realisation of her fate sets in and the owner-turned-slave books it. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.cyan;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.fetish;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>,"@@ you vaguely hear from the distance. You bid her over and she obediently follows your commands. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."<<else>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, back in control of her body, simply scoffs at your request. She doesn't take kindly to this role reversal. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<else>>@@.fetish;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<endif>> Her face contorts into an angry grimace at your demeaning display of superiority. Her features soften quickly though, realising that she's powerless for the first time. Reluctantly, she gets started on explaining. @@.desiree;"You were our first test running under semi-controlled conditions. We've done some of that once. Different place, different time, different technology. We improved on what we had in the lab so much, we figured it was time to take things outside. As I mentioned, after a successful first week with you we started a simultaneous project on somebody else. Somebody whose situation was rather different to yours. Large-scale results were necessary, long-term results." "While you took to the programme decently, if not amazingly, there was one crucial, missing factor: You weren't 'breaking'. Nobody's really sure, but we feared you may never when you're allowed to run wild. That's why we brought you here, though I hadn't accounted for your little whore friend having a heart of gold. What a clichÃ©," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ snidely remarks. @@.desiree;"Not breaking means that, even if we addict you to the choker, making a normal life virtually impossible, you still resist it. You may have noticed we don't have that problem with our employees here. They learn to love the choker voluntarily, not through withdrawal symptoms. We don't have such excessive machinery in the outside world, and that was my <em>apparent</em> downfall,"@@ she ominously emphasises the word "apparent". @@.desiree;"We could've just stuck you into one of these chambers to fuck the last remnants of your mind out of you. Maybe I should've. Guess I got too greedy for that data on you."@@ @@.desiree;"And still you have that smug, morally superior look on your face,"@@ she complains. @@.desiree;"This was all a power trip to me, wasn't it? Big, bad, old me? How you'd love for that to be true, but again you're only thinking as far as your <<if $chest lte 5>>diminutive <<endif>>tits jut out from your chest. Fine, let's indulge that primitive mindset and make it all about <em>you</em>." "We've watched you for some time. I'll admit your resistance was admirable in theory, but give me a break. You and I both know what happened in those rare moments when your defences did give out. Just ask@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.desiree;. Did she ever see you as happy as you looked during those moments, over the <em>years</em> she's known you? Don't get me wrong, I believe you when you tell me you had good times together, absolutely. But how many 'eyes rolled back into my head in the ecstasy of being raped like the horny fuckbunny I am' moments did you share with her? Moments of pure, unadulterated bliss? I'm willing to bet on <em>zero</em>." "But there's a broader point to be made here. Let's drop the ego, if you're still capable of that. What's the world like now? Starvation, exploitation across more than half the globe. Think about it. If all that the majority, or just every other person, craved was to get fucked silly and buying cute shoes, we could easily sustain twice the population we have now at much higher average happiness. We could effectively halve greed; more than halve it by targetting specific people. Take over a state to show America. Take over America to show the world. At your fingertips you have the potential means to eradicate hunger, disease and greed, yet you prefer to ignore it and demonise me for trying. Justify it all you want, but that <em>is</em> the essence of it,"@@ she confidently accuses you. After that she goes quiet. You can't believe your ears. One look around this facility is all you need to dispel this little fiction of hers. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in, who were perfectly functioning individuals before you started to invade their life. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> After that, your voice just runs out, you're simply baffled by her ignorance. You've said what you wanted to say anyway. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ has not. @@.desiree;"The chokers worked most effectively when catering to base instincts,"@@ she counters. @@.desiree;"We could've targeted any emotion from pain avoidance to hunger, but obviously those aren't good emotions to cater to, nor to deprive somebody of. Using sex was a relatively safe way to bond people to the choker, something that people may be willing to experiment with from the start, unlike starvation or self-harm."@@ Your patience is running out. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<endif>> you ask sternly. Silence. Of course. Her counterargument was already delivered in a meek voice, very uncharacteristic of her usual demeanour. There's no denying she dramatically overstepped her boundaries. The question is... would you? What she said could technically be true. Changing your body as radically as the choker did, at every level, why would it not be able to kill cancer cells, for example? With considerable time spent on research, you may be able to transform these powers for good. You'd have to keep operating covertly though; no government would tolerate this kind of technology. It'd turn into a military project overnight. Precisely. To some degree, you feel like you earned something for yourself. Maybe @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ had the right idea, but wasn't up to the task? You've been through it. Nobody right now knows this process better than you do. That gives you the potential to perfect the method and get a taste of true power. Lastly, you could destroy this all. You can't imagine the person capable of handling such power. Its destructive capabilities are much more apparent than its constructive ones. It follows that people would use it accordingly when they got their hands on it. You came in here hoping to regain control of your fate. Now you may decide the world's. [[Use the chokers for good.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$transformfacility = 1]] It could take years of research, but it has the potential to save the human race from countless catastrophes. [[Use the chokers for power.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$seizefacility = 1]] @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ was short-sighted. You won't be. What's good for you will be good for the world. [[Destroy any hint of the chokers.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$destroyfacility = 1]] Within a month, you've been forced to comprehend that the laws of nature are seemingly invalid. Letting this go on is too unpredictable, too dangerous. Besides; you have your own life to live. You'd like to get back to normalcy, and taking control of this facility -- for whatever purpose -- is the opposite of normal.

<<set $defeat = 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<endif>>\ \ Immediately, the room falls quiet. You notice rhinestones hugging your neck in what feels like the most exquisite trance you ever experienced. Like a maniac, you smile and rub your neck, while you're clearly dripping sexual fluids from between your legs, which are gladly accepted by @@.ruby;Ruby@@. @@.desiree;"Now my pet, lets have some fun together,"@@ your Mistress orders, gesturing towards her pussy. @@.fetish;"Of course, Mistress,"@@ you say, entirely of your own volition. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You completely disregard the buzzing "collagen" in your lips as you speak, and love every second of it.<<endif>> You're set into motion, first getting on your knees, then crawling over to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ like a horny animal. The moment you hug her ass cheek with one hand and stroke her slit with the other, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ curses under his breath and bolts out the door. You feel like you failed when Mistress jumps in surprise, but she turns back to smile her kindest smile at you, which is reward enough. @@.desiree;"Very well done, dear,"@@ she strokes you behind your ear, and you feel a tiny orgasm coming on, especially since @@.ruby;Ruby@@ doubles down on <<if $penis is 1>>your boy-ovaries<<else>>your slit<<endif>>. That's enough to regain your senses, and the realisation of what you just did comes crashing down on you. You look up to the woman praising you, now terrified, and not daring to get back to your feet, even if you could. @@.desiree;"Now we're together and alone. Perfect. I have big plans for you. Your example shows that our plans work. You were out in the open and still managed to break, despite a man trying his best to help you prevent it. I'm proud of you, honey. There's another girl just like you, well on the way of producing results as promising as yours. And with you working the streets, we'll have many more coming in."@@ So that was the plan. You're set to become a recruiter for the Corporation, dragging more people into servitude... just like you were. Because you failed -- or succeeded, from their point of view -- they deem the project feasible for mass "production" of slaves. Your defeat will be historic. That's when your eyes are drawn towards something. Another choker, lying on the ground, right behind @@.ruby;Ruby@@'s juicy ass. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ must have dropped it. This may be your last chance. She's still regarding you praisingly, so she may not expect you to make a move. Go down, snatch it, slap it around her neck before she can react. It may be your only way out. It may as well be how you cheat yourself out of a semi-respectable position here. You can try to attack her, sure, but you have to know that could be the last conscious decision you get to make. If she stops you from assaulting her, you <em>know</em> you're going to be doing the most embarrassing shit in this whole facility, and there's a lot of depravity here just going by what you saw in a week. Only one question remains: Will you do it? [[Snatch that choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Offensive]] Even if it kills "you". [[Resign yourself to becoming a recruiter.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Defensive]] Cut your losses and hold onto your identity; or what's left of it.

<<set $escape = 1>>\ \ <<if $hypnosis is 1>>There's a loud thump as @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ crashes into the nearest wall. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ must've shoved her into it forcefully. You only see his back as you're thrown over his shoulder before he bolts out the door. Your mouth is still open, because you're a good cocksleeve, but now you're really making your discontent known. You're loudly moaning in displeasure, letting everybody hear how dearly you need cock. Nobody would care for at least an hour though, when your kidnapper finally lets you down. He's the man denying you your rightfully earned cock and you're letting him know. You're looking angrily at his heaving, panting form with your mouth still open, in case he finally sees reason. Once he's calmed down a little, he has the audacity to start chatting you up. Unbelievable! @@.lucas;"What's wrong with you?"@@ he asks. Your pants not hanging around your ankles, you idiot! @@.lucas;"Was it the helmet? God, I knew that would be trouble when I saw it. So I assume you have some kind of trigger word. That bitch said something before you were tranced... 'Cocksleeve'?"@@ At the call of your name, you moan again under a wave of intense pleasure. That's a good first step, now go all the way and plug the Cocksleeve with some cock! @@.lucas;Lucas@@ recoils a little at your loud moans. @@.lucas;"That means I probably should..." Lucas@@ ponders. <em>Yes</em>! You should, definitely! You give him a little appreciative moan to encourage him. Hesitantly, he undoes his pants. His expression still isn't one of supreme confidence, but at least his cock is approaching his Cocksleeve. He stops short and looks at Cocksleeve again, worrying. Come on already! Finally, he comes close enough for Cocksleeve to reach. Its mouth closes tightly around him. Cocksleeve has received its cock, and a wave of tingling pleasure rewards it. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ tries to pull back for some reason, but can't. Cocksleeve has an impeccable seal. @@.lucas;"I suppose that would've been too easy,"@@ he complains. After a few more seconds of contemplation, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ finally does the only sensible thing by pushing forward into his Cocksleeve, which is immediately rewarded with its first orgasm. At first, he tries to pull out again after the intial thrust, but Cocksleeve is skilled enough to hold any cock inside just before there's any danger of it popping out. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ sighs -- probably in pleasure, Cocksleeve thinks -- and pushes back in to get more. Cocksleeve is finally being used and mewls in contentment as it gets to fulfill its purpose. @@.robert;Lucas@@, realising the foolishness of trying to escape his Cocksleeve, speeds up. Cocksleeve is jerking around a bit as it orgasms countless times, but the old man has stellar precision and stamina. His thrusts go so deep, it's almost like he's trying to hit the bottom. What a silly thought, @@.lucas;Lucas@@' cock is pretty big @@.gold;and tasty@@, but Cocksleeve is designed for inhuman, impossible sizes. While it reflects on its skills proudly, @@.luacs;Lucas@@' thrusts get slower, but more urgent. Not releasing his grip, he bottoms out and injects his load deep into his Cocksleeve. As the seed enters your stomach, so does your consciousness re-enter your brain, one spurt, one drop at a time. The return of your perception does not reduce the ecstasy flowing through your veins one iota, and you collapse on the floor. Five minutes later, you find enough strength to get back to your feet, but not enough to remember the last hour or so. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Wha... what ha-ened?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Wha... what happened?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Wha... what ha-ened?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Wha... what happened?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you ask. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is visibly uncomfortable with your memory loss. But hey, so are you. @@.lucas;"Well, I've got an idea,"@@ he starts to explain, but then trails off. You push him to elaborate. @@.lucas;"I fucked your throat."@@ Well, that's reassuring. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"What the -uck? <em>Why</em>?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"What the fuck? <em>Why</em>?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"What the -uck? <em>Why</em>?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"What the fuck? <em>Why</em>?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.lucas;"I was about to explain it, if you'd let me finish,"@@ he chastises you like you're child. @@.lucas;"Evidently, you were subjected to that bicycle helmet contraption. If it still is just a left over experiment and they haven't made any changes, then a trigger word has been implanted into your brain. Whenever you hear that word, no matter by whom, you'll go into a trance you can't break out of... until somebody ejaculates straight into your stomach."@@ You're reeling at this ridiculous explanation of why you were just raped by an old pervert! Your disgusted expression isn't lost on @@.lucas;Lucas@@ and he doesn't like the implication. @@.lucas;"Listen, <em>miss</em>. I may be past my prime, but I'm not that desperate. If I wanted to turn you into my drooling fucktoy, I could've used quite a few opportunities to do so. With the information I just gave you, I could do so <em>right now</em>. I'll be the first to admit that blowjob felt fucking fantastic, but you better learn to show some gratitude, or the next time I'll just let you bounce on some more cock with your pal@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@@@.lucas;. Give it one week and I doubt you'd mind."@@ That got heated quickly. Maybe he is speaking the truth... brainwashing capabilities don't seem so far-fetched if you consider who you're up against. You apologise and thank him for pulling you out of there. @@.lucas;"You're welcome, and I'm sorry I got loud. I can see I didn't exactly 'ease you in' there. With all those worries weighing us down, we're not going anywhere though. Instead, we ought to consider our options. I hold that going back is not one of them. We had our shot at surprising her, now we don't." Lucas@@ lets that sink in a little. Now that he said it out loud, the whole weight of that fact seems to be coming down on him, too. He lets go of a flurry of curses, completely unlike his usual personality, and continues after calming down some. @@.lucas;"It's not exactly been effective in the past, but I don't see what choice we have except to run. Hide. Hope. We're ridiculously outnumbered, and that bitch knows how close we just came. She's not going to let that happen again anytime soon. Come on, let's get going. You think about where you'll go, I think about where I'll go."@@ You agree to that suggestion. Racking your mind over the options you have, [[you follow your companion.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]]\ \ <<elseif $hypnosis is 0>>The echoing sound weighs heavy on you. Your senses return to you... because the choker around your neck is suppressing the urges you felt seconds earlier. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Shit,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Shit,"@@<<endif>> you manage to utter, but no more. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is similarly stunned and curses. Suddenly, in the corner of your view, he is slamming @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ into the nearest wall with full force. @@.lucas;"<strong>RUN!</strong>"@@ he screams, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you away from @@.ruby;Ruby@@'s succulent lips. Some more hallways and you pass a reception, staffed by a vacuous-looking bombshell, you notice as you're passing by in a flash. Five minutes outside the facility, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ lets go of your arm, confident that you've regained your composure enough. You're not at a full sprint, but it's close to that. Fortunately for you, the body the chokers gave you is designed to let you play an active role during sex, and thus at least somewhat suited for running too. You'll miss not having wobbly honey thighs like these though, despite them being in obviously better shape than your old ones. You must have been going for at least an hour before you finally both agree to come to a stop.<<if $string is 1>> You use the break to take off your choker and string.<<endif>> You're impressed by your own physique; you were always more of a couch potato, and an office job didn't help with that. Still, you two need a little breather after that wild escape. You smile at your friend, happy that you got out. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ isn't exactly happy. @@.lucas;"Sorry to bring you down, but we have nothing to smile at."@@ he states matter-of-factly. @@.lucas;"What on earth are we going to do now?"@@ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Run,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Run,"@@<<endif>> you reply simply, your chest heaving up and down, which isn't lost on the blushing @@.lucas;Lucas@@. When he focusses on the topic again, his negativity returns. @@.lucas;"Run? Oh, that's just great, why didn't I think of that? That's right, I remember, I didn't think of it because it didn't work and I got fucking caught just a few weeks ago."@@ Point taken, but he doesn't consider it made yet. @@.lucas;"These people can find you wherever you go. Wearing a choker is like a death sentence if you hold your own identity in high regard."@@ He sighs loudly. @@.lucas;"Sadly, I'm afraid you have correctly identified our only course of action. Back there, before you slapped that thing around you? We had her on her back foot. Two against two, and she hadn't seen me yet. She got cocky, and now she knows it. We won't get that advantage back anytime soon. Running is all we <em>can</em> do now."@@ Another sigh. He's still tired from running, you can tell, and these rants don't help him catch his breath. @@.lucas;"Alright, this isn't getting us anywhere though. What's done is done. [[Let's consider our options.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]] We need to get some more distance between us and the facility anyway."@@\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $fetishChoker is 0>>\ \ <<set $defeat = 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<endif>>\ \ Immediately, the room falls quiet. You notice rhinestones hugging your neck in what feels like the most exquisite trance you ever experienced. Like a maniac, you smile and rub your neck, while you're clearly dripping sexual fluids from between your legs, which are gladly accepted by @@.ruby;Ruby@@.\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $defeat = 1>>\ \ Your arms drop, your facial expression turns to stone. You're just a drone now, a vessel for your superiors, anybody higher than you even in the slave hierarchy. @@.fetish;"I'm yours, Mistress. Use me as you please."@@ A wide grin spreads across her magnificent face.\ \ <<endif>> @@.desiree;"Now my pet, lets have some fun together,"@@ your Mistress orders, gesturing towards her pussy. @@.fetish;"Of course, Mistress,"@@ you say, entirely of your own volition. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You completely disregard the buzzing "collagen" in your lips as you speak, and love every second of it.<<endif>> You're set into motion, first getting on your knees, then crawling over to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ like a horny animal. The moment you hug her ass cheek with one hand and stroke her slit with the other, an orgasm rocks through your body, making you jerk uncontrollably. You feel like you failed when Mistress jumps in surprise, but she turns back to smile her kindest smile at you, which is reward enough. @@.desiree;"Very well done, dear,"@@ she strokes you behind your ear, and you feel another tiny orgasm coming on, especially since @@.ruby;Ruby@@ doubles down on <<if $penis is 1>>your boy-ovaries<<else>>your slit<<endif>>, and @@.lexi;Lexi@@ isn't exactly shy either. That shock is enough to regain your senses, and the realisation of what you just did comes crashing down on you. You look up to the woman praising you, now terrified, and not daring to get back to your feet, even if you could. @@.desiree;"Now we're together and alone... more or less. Perfect. I have big plans for you. Your example shows that our plans work. You were out in the open and still managed to break, despite a man trying his best to help you prevent it. I'm proud of you, honey. There's another girl just like you, well on the way of producing results as promising as yours. And with you working the streets, we'll have many more coming in."@@ So that was the plan. You're set to become a recruiter for the Corporation, dragging more people into servitude... just like you were. Because you failed -- or succeeded, from their point of view -- they deem the project feasible for mass "production" of slaves. Your defeat will be historic. That's when your eyes are drawn towards something. Another choker, lying on the ground, right behind @@.ruby;Ruby@@'s juicy ass. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ must have dropped it. This may be your last chance. She's still regarding you praisingly, so she may not expect you to make a move, especially since you're buried beneath two horny fucktoys, and in the process of becoming one yourself. Go down, snatch it, slap it around her neck before she can react. It may be your only way out. It may as well be how you cheat yourself out of a semi-respectable position here. You can try to attack her, sure, but you have to know that could be the last conscious decision you get to make. If she stops you from assaulting her, you <em>know</em> you're going to be doing the most embarrassing shit in this whole facility, and there's a lot of depravity here just going by what you saw in a week. So. Will you do it? [[Snatch that choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Offensive]] Even if it kills "you". [[Resign yourself to becoming a recruiter.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Defensive]] Cut your losses and hold onto your identity; or what's left of it.

<<set $escape = 1>>\ \ You almost slip when you turn the corner to get through the door, but manage to keep your footing. Your heart is pumping like crazy as you blast through two more hallways until you're met with a reception area. It's thankfully short and you barely notice in passing the vacuous-looking bimbo bombshell on welcoming duty. You bet those lips don't do much talking. Those thoughts happen in passing, more to calm you down than anything else. Of course that's a lost cause, this is the chase of your life. Then again, nobody seems to be chasing you. After fifteen minutes of near-sprint, your aorta is close to exploding, so you turn around and walk backwards a little, still anxious to put distance between you and that dreadful horror mansion. You've made it into some fields, giving you a good vantage point. You swear you can almost see the facility in the distance; but most importantly, no people. Nonetheless, you run another fifteen minutes after catching your breath some, and then another. After almost an hour of near-continuous running, you figure you can take a decent breather. Maybe ten minutes or so.<<if $string is 1>> You use the break to take off your choker and string.<<endif>> Naturally, that gets you thinking. You made it outside. You fucking made it. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>Without a choker too, you could hardly be happier.<<else>>Choker or not, you couldn't be happier.<<endif>> Being outside gives you options now. Finally, you've broken the circle of working according to somebody else's schedule. If you think of the other "somebodies" in your life though, the verdict is much less pleasant. @@.robert;Robert@@ and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ -- now @@.ruby;Ruby@@ and @@.lexi;Lexi@@ -- are probably still tied around each other, barely able to stand because their bodies are now built to lie on their backs. Once you're gone, they'll join a harem as identical copies of countless more, wearing the same chokers as them, engineered to have the same bodies... and minds. <<if $bimbo is 1>>You left @@.red;Bonnie@@ behind, too. You had to. It's true that you're having a hard time forgiving her, thinking positively about her. After all, she's the one who introduced these ghastly chokers into your life. Had your relationship with her stayed as bland, boring, but friendly as it always was, all of this could've been avoided. Then again, she never got to speak her mind. At least you don't think she did. In retrospect, it's odd how she did a complete 180. From playfully suggesting to roleplay she went to forcing extreme body modifications on you in a matter of weeks, and feeling justified in her actions. Maybe she's just as much of a victim as you are?\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ is still in the facility as well. Maybe it's for the best. Her childlike demeanour betrayed a deceptively devious core. You doubt that it was all an act; you felt the power of the choker, so you're almost sure that the @@.red;Bonnie@@ you once knew is no more. But @@.bunny;Bunny@@, in her infantile, hedonistic, shortsighted, limited sense of morality posed a serious threat to your survival. At the same time, you have to pity her. She didn't deserve such a harsh fate. In a way, couldn't you think of her as a victim, just like you?\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ will keep on rotting in that cursed facility. Oops, you didn't mean to laugh out loud. Honestly though, it's hard trying to be unbiased towards a person who behaves as repulsively as @@.orange;Bridget@@ does. It helps thinking of her as @@.red;Bonnie@@, though she's nothing like her and that thought is only more depressing, in a way. At least it reminds you that she wasn't always like that. That, if you think about it, she could be considered just as much a victim as you could, couldn't she?\ \ <<endif>> Who knows. They're painful thoughts, painful questions that you don't have answers to. Yet you feel like they'll be following you for some time. That means you can think about them later. You're still not out of the woods and you still don't have a plan for the future. But you do have <em>that</em>; a future. You [[think about it long and hard|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]] while you let the facility far behind you.

<<set $victory = 1>>\ \ <strong><center>@@.big;BUTTSLUT@@</center></strong> That is the word crowning her neck. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s eyes are wide open in terror. After a second of contemplation, the realisation of her fate sets in and the owner-turned-slave books it. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.cyan;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.fetish;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>,"@@ you vaguely hear from the distance. You bid her over and she obediently follows your commands. The constant licking and slurping is starting to distract you though, so you push @@.lexi;Lexi@@ and @@.ruby;Ruby@@ off you, as nice as their lips, tongue and hands feel. To your surprise, they actually keep their distance once you asserted yourself. Taking a deep breath, you compose yourself and address @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ again. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."<<else>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, back in control of her body, simply scoffs at your request. She doesn't take kindly to this role reversal. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<else>>@@.fetish;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<endif>> Her face contorts into an angry grimace at your demeaning display of superiority. Her features soften quickly though, realising that she's powerless for the first time. Reluctantly, she gets started on explaining. @@.desiree;"You were our first test running under semi-controlled conditions. We've done some of that once. Different place, different time, different technology. We improved on what we had in the lab so much, we figured it was time to take things outside. As I mentioned, after a successful first week with you we started a simultaneous project on somebody else. Somebody whose situation was rather different to yours. Large-scale results were necessary, long-term results." "While you took to the programme decently, if not amazingly, there was one crucial, missing factor: You weren't 'breaking'. Nobody's really sure, but we feared you may never when you're allowed to run wild. That's why we brought you here, though I hadn't accounted for your little whore friend having a heart of gold. What a clichÃ©," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ snidely remarks. @@.desiree;"Not breaking means that, even if we addict you to the choker, making a normal life virtually impossible, you still resist it. You may have noticed we don't have that problem with our employees here. They learn to love the choker voluntarily, not through withdrawal symptoms. We don't have such excessive machinery in the outside world, and that was my <em>apparent</em> downfall,"@@ she ominously emphasises the word "apparent". @@.desiree;"We could've just stuck you into one of these chambers to fuck the last remnants of your mind out of you. Maybe I should've. Guess I got too greedy for that data on you."@@ @@.desiree;"And still you have that smug, morally superior look on your face,"@@ she complains. @@.desiree;"This was all a power trip to me, wasn't it? Big, bad, old me? How you'd love for that to be true, but again you're only thinking as far as your <<if $chest lte 5>>diminutive <<endif>>tits jut out from your chest. Fine, let's indulge that primitive mindset and make it all about <em>you</em>." "We've watched you for some time. I'll admit your resistance was admirable in theory, but give me a break. You and I both know what happened in those rare moments when your defences did give out. Just ask@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.desiree;. Did she ever see you as happy as you looked during those moments, over the <em>years</em> she's known you? Don't get me wrong, I believe you when you tell me you had good times together, absolutely. But how many 'eyes rolled back into my head in the ecstasy of being raped like the horny fuckbunny I am' moments did you share with her? Moments of pure, unadulterated bliss? I'm willing to bet on <em>zero</em>." "But there's a broader point to be made here. Let's drop the ego, if you're still capable of that. What's the world like now? Starvation, exploitation across more than half the globe. Think about it. If all that the majority, or just every other person, craved was to get fucked silly and buying cute shoes, we could easily sustain twice the population we have now at much higher average happiness. We could effectively halve greed; more than halve it by targetting specific people. Take over a state to show America. Take over America to show the world. At your fingertips you have the potential means to eradicate hunger, disease and greed, yet you prefer to ignore it and demonise me for trying. Justify it all you want, but that <em>is</em> the essence of it,"@@ she confidently accuses you. After that she goes quiet. You can't believe your ears. One look around this facility is all you need to dispel this little fiction of hers. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in, who were perfectly functioning individuals before you started to invade their life. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> After that, your voice just runs out, you're simply baffled by her ignorance. You've said what you wanted to say anyway. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ has not. @@.desiree;"The chokers worked most effectively when catering to base instincts,"@@ she counters. @@.desiree;"We could've targeted any emotion from pain avoidance to hunger, but obviously those aren't good emotions to cater to, nor to deprive somebody of. Using sex was a relatively safe way to bond people to the choker, something that people may be willing to experiment with from the start, unlike starvation or self-harm."@@ Your patience is running out. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<endif>> you ask sternly. Silence. Of course. Her counterargument was already delivered in a meek voice, very uncharacteristic of her usual demeanour. There's no denying she dramatically overstepped her boundaries. The question is... would you? What she said could technically be true. Changing your body as radically as the choker did, at every level, why would it not be able to kill cancer cells, for example? With considerable time spent on research, you may be able to transform these powers for good. You'd have to keep operating covertly though; no government would tolerate this kind of technology. It'd turn into a military project overnight. Precisely. To some degree, you feel like you earned something for yourself. Maybe @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ had the right idea, but wasn't up to the task? You've been through it. Nobody right now knows this process better than you do. That gives you the potential to perfect the method and get a taste of true power. Lastly, you could destroy this all. You can't imagine the person capable of handling such power. Its destructive capabilities are much more apparent than its constructive ones. It follows that people would use it accordingly when they got their hands on it. You came in here hoping to regain control of your fate. Now you may decide the world's. [[Use the chokers for good.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$transformfacility = 1]] It could take years of research, but it has the potential to save the human race from countless catastrophes. [[Use the chokers for power.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$seizefacility = 1]] @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ was short-sighted. You won't be. What's good for you will be good for the world. [[Destroy any hint of the chokers.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$destroyfacility = 1]] Within a month, you've been forced to comprehend that the laws of nature are seemingly invalid. Letting this go on is too unpredictable, too dangerous. Besides; you have your own life to live. You'd like to get back to normalcy, and taking control of this facility -- for whatever purpose -- is the opposite of normal.

<<set $defeat = 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $fetishChoker1 is 1>>The pure sex is taking you away on a hazy cloud of ecstasy. Your choker is amplifying your sensations while @@.ruby;Ruby@@ and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ are molesting and fucking every spot on your body. At some point, @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ grows impatient, greedy for something of her own and speaks up.\ <<else>>Immediately, the room falls quiet. You notice rhinestones hugging your neck in what feels like the most exquisite trance you ever experienced. Like a maniac, you smile and rub your neck, while you're clearly dripping sexual fluids from between your legs, which are gladly accepted by @@.ruby;Ruby@@.\ <<endif>> @@.desiree;"Now my pet, lets have some fun together,"@@ your Mistress orders, gesturing towards her pussy. @@.fetish;"Of course, Mistress,"@@ you say, entirely of your own volition. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You completely disregard the buzzing "collagen" in your lips as you speak, and love every second of it.<<endif>> You're set into motion, first getting on your knees, then crawling over to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ like a horny animal. The moment you hug her ass cheek with one hand and stroke her slit with the other, an orgasm rocks through your body, making you jerk uncontrollably. You feel like you failed when Mistress jumps in surprise, but she turns back to smile her kindest smile at you, which is reward enough. @@.desiree;"Very well done, dear,"@@ she strokes you behind your ear, and you feel another tiny orgasm coming on, especially since @@.ruby;Ruby@@ doubles down on <<if $penis is 1>>your boy-ovaries<<else>>your slit<<endif>>, and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ isn't exactly shy about groping you either. That orgasmic shock is enough to regain your senses, and the realisation of what you just did comes crashing down on you. You look up to the woman praising you, now terrified, and not daring to get back to your feet, even if you could. @@.desiree;"Now we're together and alone... more or less. Perfect. I have big plans for you. Your example shows that our plans work. You were out in the open and still managed to break, despite a man trying his best to help you prevent it. I'm proud of you, honey. There's another girl just like you, well on the way of producing results as promising as yours. And with you working the streets, we'll have many more coming in."@@ So that was the plan. You're set to become a recruiter for the Corporation, dragging more people into servitude... just like you were. Because you failed -- or succeeded, from their point of view -- they deem the project feasible for mass "production" of slaves. Your defeat will be historic. That's when your eyes are drawn towards something. Another choker, lying on the ground, right behind @@.ruby;Ruby@@'s juicy ass. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ must have dropped it. This may be your last chance. She's still regarding you praisingly, so she may not expect you to make a move, especially since you're buried beneath two horny fucktoys, and in the process of becoming one yourself. Go down, snatch it, slap it around her neck before she can react. It may be your only way out. It may as well be how you cheat yourself out of a semi-respectable position here. You can try to attack her, sure, but you have to know that could be the last conscious decision you get to make. If she stops you from assaulting her, you <em>know</em> you're going to be doing the most embarrassing shit in this whole facility, and there's a lot of depravity here just going by what you saw in a week. Your reflection is broken up by some debate that @@.lucas;Lucas@@ and @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ are starting. Apparently, the old man is looking to negotiate some terms already. @@.lucas;"I want her,"@@ he demands. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ obviously dislikes that tone. @@.desiree;"What you want does not concern the outcome of this experiment. You know me better than that. This was an important mission and I won't compromise it because you have some illusion of having helped me."@@ @@.lucas;"Alright, we're just talking. I want a choker then."@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is visibly surprised at this next request. @@.lucas;"I decide the title. I supervise production, even if it's just for the one choker. I put it around myself."@@ Now @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ smiles. She seems to catch his drift and nods. Well, they seem to have made up quickly. But maybe you could play @@.lucas;Lucas@@ if you just get @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ trapped in that choker. So, only one question remains: Will you do it? [[Snatch that choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Offensive]] Even if it kills "you". [[Resign yourself to becoming a recruiter.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Defensive]] Cut your losses and hold onto your identity; or what's left of it.

<<set $escape = 1>>\ \ You almost slip when you turn the corner to get through the door, but manage to keep your footing. Your heart is pumping like crazy as you blast through two more hallways until you're met with a reception area. It's thankfully short and you barely notice in passing the vacuous-looking bimbo bombshell on welcoming duty. You bet those lips don't do much talking. These thoughts happen in passing, more to calm you down than anything else. Of course that's a lost cause, this is the chase of your life. Then again, nobody seems to be chasing you. After fifteen minutes of near-sprint, your aorta is close to exploding, so you turn around and walk backwards a little, still anxious to put distance between you and that dreadful horror mansion. You've made it into some fields, giving you a good vantage point. You swear you can almost see the facility in the distance; but most importantly, no people. You feared @@.lucas;Lucas@@ would be lusting for revenge after you nearly bit his dick off... now he likely won't be lusting after anything anymore. Nonetheless, you run another fifteen minutes after catching your breath some, and then another. After almost an hour of near-continuous running, you figure you can take a decent breather. Maybe ten minutes or so.<<if $string is 1>> You use the break to take off your choker and string.<<endif>> Naturally, that gets you thinking. You made it outside. You fucking made it. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>Without a choker too, you could hardly be happier.<<else>>Choker or not, you couldn't be happier.<<endif>> Being outside gives you options now. Finally, you've broken the circle of working according to somebody else's schedule. If you think of the other "somebodies" in your life though, the verdict is much less pleasant. @@.robert;Robert@@ and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ -- now @@.ruby;Ruby@@ and @@.lexi;Lexi@@ -- are probably still tied around each other, barely able to stand because their bodies are now built to lie on their backs. Once you're gone, they'll join a harem as identical copies of countless more, wearing the same chokers as them, engineered to have the same bodies... and minds. <<if $bimbo is 1>>You left @@.red;Bonnie@@ behind, too. You had to. It's true that you're having a hard time forgiving her, thinking positively about her. After all, she's the one who introduced these ghastly chokers into your life. Had your relationship with her stayed as bland, boring, but friendly as it always was, all of this could've been avoided. Then again, she never got to speak her mind. At least you don't think she did. In retrospect, it's odd how she did a complete 180. From playfully suggesting to roleplay she went to forcing extreme body modifications on you in a matter of weeks, and feeling justified in her actions. Maybe she's just as much of a victim as you are?\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ is still in the facility as well. Maybe it's for the best. Her childlike demeanour betrayed a deceptively devious core. You doubt that it was all an act; you felt the power of the choker, so you're almost sure that the @@.red;Bonnie@@ you once knew is no more. But @@.bunny;Bunny@@, in her infantile, hedonistic, shortsighted, limited sense of morality posed a serious threat to your survival. At the same time, you have to pity her. She didn't deserve such a harsh fate. In a way, couldn't you think of her as a victim, just like you?\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ will keep on rotting in that cursed facility. Oops, you didn't mean to laugh out loud. Honestly though, it's hard trying to be unbiased towards a person who behaves as repulsively as @@.orange;Bridget@@ does. It helps thinking of her as @@.red;Bonnie@@, though she's nothing like her and that thought is only more depressing, in a way. At least it reminds you that she wasn't always like that. That, if you think about it, she could be considered just as much a victim as you could, couldn't she?\ \ <<endif>> Who knows. They're painful thoughts, painful questions that you don't have answers to. Yet you feel like they'll be following you for some time. That means you can think about them later. You're still not out of the woods and you still don't have a plan for the future. But you do have <em>that</em>; a future. You [[think about it long and hard|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]] while you let the facility far behind you.

<<set $victory = 1>>\ \ <strong><center>@@.big;BUTTSLUT@@</center></strong> That is the word crowning her neck. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s eyes are wide open in terror. @@.robert;Robert@@ immediately falls silent, then makes a run for it, disconnecting wetly from your full lips.<<if $addiction gte 5>> @@.azure;Awwww, come back!@@<<endif>> @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ is stunned for a second longer, then takes a page out of @@.lucas;Lucas@@' book and books it, too. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.cyan;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Sto- where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<else>>@@.fetish;"Stop where you are,"@@ you shout after her.<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>,"@@ you hear from the doorway. You bid her over and she obediently follows your commands. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ rushes over to the command terminal, visibly displeased with your relaxed demeanour. He punches in buttons at a rapid patter. @@.lucas;"You do realise one of your adversaries is currently trying to flee? I don't know what your plan is, but I'd say giving him room to work with is a bad one."@@ That hits hard, but he's right, you were celebrating prematurely. You apologise. @@.lucas;"It's okay, let's just do this right. I'm currently putting the facility on lockdown. At least he won't get out. But he may try something else. Any ideas?"@@ You're contemplating it for a minute. Obviously, you can't ask @@.lucas;Lucas@@ to overpower a much younger man. But you've got a better idea. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Listen, gra- a -ew sla-es. Let the- loose on @@.robert;Ro-ert@@, then see i- you can get the- -ack here. That should take hi- out long enou- -or us to co-e up with a lasting solution."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Listen, grab a few slaves. Let them loose on @@.robert;Robert@@, then see if you can get them back here. That should take him out long enough for us to come up with a lasting solution."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Listen, gra- a -ew sla-es. Let the- loose on @@.robert;Ro-ert@@, then see i- you can get the- -ack here. That should take hi- out long enou- -or us to co-e up with a lasting solution."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Listen, grab a few slaves. Let them loose on @@.robert;Robert@@, then see if you can get them back here. That should take him out long enough for us to come up with a lasting solution."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.lucas;Lucas@@ grins. Obviously, he likes that idea. He tells you he'll get right on it. Great, the quicker you get to @@.robert;Robert@@, the better. And it leaves you time to finish your chat with @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.cyan;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the '-ond -illain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."<<else>>@@.fetish;"So you didn't want to do the 'Bond villain' routine, huh?"@@ you ask condescendingly. @@.fetish;"I think I'd like to hear it."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@, back in control of her body, simply scoffs at your request. She doesn't take kindly to this role reversal. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<else>>@@.fetish;"I can ask, or I can order,"@@ you threaten her calmly.<<endif>> Her face contorts into an angry grimace at your demeaning display of superiority. Her features soften quickly though, realising that she's powerless for the first time. Reluctantly, she gets started on explaining. @@.desiree;"You were our first test running under semi-controlled conditions. We've done some of that once. Different place, different time, different technology. We improved on what we had in the lab so much, we figured it was time to take things outside. As I mentioned, after a successful first week with you we started a simultaneous project on somebody else. Somebody whose situation was rather different to yours. Large-scale results were necessary, long-term results." "While you took to the programme decently, if not amazingly, there was one crucial, missing factor: You weren't 'breaking'. Nobody's really sure, but we feared you may never when you're allowed to run wild. That's why we brought you here, though I hadn't accounted for your little whore friend having a heart of gold. What a clichÃ©," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ snidely remarks. @@.desiree;"Not breaking means that, even if we addict you to the choker, making a normal life virtually impossible, you still resist it. You may have noticed we don't have that problem with our employees here. They learn to love the choker voluntarily, not through withdrawal symptoms. We don't have such excessive machinery in the outside world, and that was my <em>apparent</em> downfall,"@@ she ominously emphasises the word "apparent". @@.desiree;"We could've just stuck you into one of these chambers to fuck the last remnants of your mind out of you. Maybe I should've. Guess I got too greedy for that data on you."@@ @@.desiree;"And still you have that smug, morally superior look on your face,"@@ she complains. @@.desiree;"This was all a power trip to me, wasn't it? Big, bad, old me? How you'd love for that to be true, but again you're only thinking as far as your <<if $chest lte 5>>diminutive <<endif>>tits jut out from your chest. Fine, let's indulge that primitive mindset and make it all about <em>you</em>." "We've watched you for some time. I'll admit your resistance was admirable in theory, but give me a break. You and I both know what happened in those rare moments when your defences did give out. Just ask@@ <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;Bonnie@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@<<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@<<endif>>@@.desiree;. Did she ever see you as happy as you looked during those moments, over the <em>years</em> she's known you? Don't get me wrong, I believe you when you tell me you had good times together, absolutely. But how many 'eyes rolled back into my head in the ecstasy of being raped like the horny fuckbunny I am' moments did you share with her? Moments of pure, unadulterated bliss? I'm willing to bet on <em>zero</em>." "But there's a broader point to be made here. Let's drop the ego, if you're still capable of that. What's the world like now? Starvation, exploitation across more than half the globe. Think about it. If all that the majority, or just every other person, craved was to get fucked silly and buying cute shoes, we could easily sustain twice the population we have now at much higher average happiness. We could effectively halve greed; more than halve it by targetting specific people. Take over a state to show America. Take over America to show the world. At your fingertips you have the potential means to eradicate hunger, disease and greed, yet you prefer to ignore it and demonise me for trying. Justify it all you want, but that <em>is</em> the essence of it,"@@ she confidently accuses you. After that she goes quiet. You can't believe your ears. One look around this facility is all you need to dispel this little fiction of hers. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.cyan;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.cyan;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually -ulling the 'I did it -or good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a ha-en o- de-ra-ity and decadence. You did it all -or the good o- hu-anity? I don't see one hos-ital -ed in here. I wasn't exactly ter-inally ill either. Nor star-ing, nor -eing ex-loited, as you -ointed out in your grandiose indictment o- the state o- the world." "Instead, you -uilt your own hare-, with -aids, -ondage slaves and hy-notised ser-ants who do your -idding and ensure a steady strea- o- -ore su-ser-ient, de-endent -eo-le co-ing in. Trying to -ass this o- as a hu-anitarian e-ort -ust be the -ost lau-able hoax in history, and -otentially one o- the -ost terri-ying. Were any o- these -eo-le star-ing be-ore you took the- in? -atally ill? -ictims o- hu-an tra-icking, -icious -ankers, -raudulent insurance co-anies? And i- so, did these -roblems require a co-lete -ind-wi-e?"@@\ <<else>>@@.fetish;"You're not really doing this?"@@ you ask her, incredulous. @@.fetish;"You're actually pulling the 'I did it for good reasons' card? Look around you. This is a haven of depravity and decadence. You did it all for the good of humanity? I don't see one hospital bed in here. I wasn't exactly terminally ill either. Nor starving, nor being exploited, as you pointed out in your grandiose indictment of the state of the world." "Instead, you built your own harem, with maids, bondage slaves and hypnotised servants who do your bidding and ensure a steady stream of more subservient, dependent people coming in, who were perfectly functioning individuals before you started to invade their life. Trying to pass this off as a humanitarian effort must be the most laughable hoax in history, and potentially one of the most terrifying. Were any of these people starving before you took them in? Fatally ill? Victims of human trafficking, vicious bankers, fraudulent insurance companies? And if so, did these problems require a complete mind-wipe?"@@<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> After that, your voice just runs out, you're simply baffled by her ignorance. You've said what you wanted to say anyway. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ has not. @@.desiree;"The chokers worked most effectively when catering to base instincts,"@@ she counters. @@.desiree;"We could've targeted any emotion from pain avoidance to hunger, but obviously those aren't good emotions to cater to, nor to deprive somebody of. Using sex was a relatively safe way to bond people to the choker, something that people may be prone to experiment with from the start, unlike starvation or self-harm."@@ Your patience is running out. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Great, where do you store the research on these other chokers?"@@<<endif>> you ask sternly. Silence. Of course. Her counterargument was already delivered in a meek voice, very uncharacteristic of her usual demeanour. There's no denying she dramatically overstepped her boundaries. At that moment, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ struggles to pull a pile of sexy flesh through the doorway, with hairy men's legs just barely poking out beneath. Great timing. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"That's enou- talk -or now, I think. So, -y little -uttslut,"@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ shudders in pleasure at hearing her new title, @@.cyan;"why don't you go o-er your -irgin ass to that -an there? He looks like he still has ca-acity."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"That's enough talk for now, I think. So, my little buttslut,"@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ shudders in pleasure at hearing her new title, @@.cyan;"why don't you go offer your virgin ass to that man there? He looks like he still has capacity."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"That's enou- talk -or now, I think. So, -y little -uttslut,"@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ shudders in pleasure at hearing her new title, @@.fetish;"why don't you go o-er your -irgin ass to that -an there? He looks like he still has ca-acity."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"That's enough talk for now, I think. So, my little buttslut,"@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ shudders in pleasure at hearing her new title, @@.fetish;"why don't you go offer your virgin ass to that man there? He looks like he still has capacity."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.desiree;"Yes, <<if $penis is 1>>Master<<else>>Mistress<<endif>>,"@@ she obediently responds, immediately offering herself laboriously to a buried @@.robert;Robert@@. This way, at least @@.robert;Robert@@ is restrained for a while. With that little distraction dealt with, you can get your mind back to your decision for this facility's future. You were last questioning @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@'s moral failure. The question is, would you make the same mistake? What she said could technically be true. Changing your body as radically as the choker did, at every level, why would it not be able to kill cancer cells, for example? With considerable time spent on research, you may be able to transform these powers for good. You'd have to keep operating covertly though; no government would tolerate this kind of technology. It'd turn into a military project overnight. Precisely. To some degree, you feel like you earned something for yourself. Maybe @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ had the right idea, but wasn't up to the task? You've been through it. Nobody right now knows this process better than you do. That gives you the potential to perfect the method and get a taste of true power. Lastly, you could destroy this all. You can't imagine the person capable of handling such power. Its destructive capabilities are much more apparent than its constructive ones. It follows that people would use it accordingly when they got their hands on it. You came in here hoping to regain control of your fate. Now you may decide the world's. [[Use the chokers for good.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$transformfacility = 1]] It could take years of research, but it has the potential to save the human race from countless catastrophes. [[Use the chokers for power.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$seizefacility = 1]] @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ was short-sighted. You won't be. What's good for you will be good for the world. [[Destroy any hint of the chokers.|Week 4, Day 7 - Dealing with Bonnie][$destroyfacility = 1]] Within a month, you've been forced to comprehend that the laws of nature are seemingly invalid. Letting this go on is too unpredictable, too dangerous. Besides; you have your own life to live. You'd like to get back to normalcy, and taking control of this facility -- for whatever purpose -- is the opposite of normal.

<<set $escape = 1>>\ \ <<if $hypnosis is 1>>There's a loud thump as @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ crashes into the nearest wall. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ must've shoved her into it forcefully. You only see his back as you're thrown over his shoulder before he bolts out the door. Your mouth is still open, because you're a good cocksleeve, but now you're really making your discontent known. You're loudly moaning in displeasure, letting everybody hear how dearly you need cock. Nobody would care for at least an hour though, when your kidnapper finally lets you down. He's the man denying you your rightfully earned cock and you're letting him know. You're looking angrily at his heaving, panting form with your mouth still open, in case he finally sees reason. Once he's calmed down a little, he has the audacity to start chatting you up. Unbelievable! @@.lucas;"What's wrong with you?"@@ he asks. Your pants not hanging around your ankles, you idiot! @@.lucas;"Was it the helmet? God, I knew that would be trouble when I saw it. So I assume you have some kind of trigger word. That bitch said something before you were tranced... 'Cocksleeve'?"@@ At the call of your name, you moan again under a wave of intense pleasure. That's a good first step, now go all the way and plug the Cocksleeve with some cock! @@.lucas;Lucas@@ recoils a little at your loud moans. @@.lucas;"That means I probably should..." Lucas@@ ponders. <em>Yes</em>! You should, definitely! You give him a little appreciative moan to encourage him. Hesitantly, he undoes his pants. His expression still isn't one of supreme confidence, but at least his cock is approaching his Cocksleeve. He stops short and looks at Cocksleeve again, worrying. Come on already! Finally, he comes close enough for Cocksleeve to reach. Its mouth closes tightly around him. Cocksleeve has received its cock, and a wave of tingling pleasure rewards it. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ tries to pull back for some reason, but can't. Cocksleeve has an impeccable seal. @@.lucas;"I suppose that would've been too easy,"@@ he complains. After a few more seconds of contemplation, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ finally does the only sensible thing by pushing forward into his Cocksleeve, which is immediately rewarded with its first orgasm. At first, he tries to pull out again after the intial thrust, but Cocksleeve is skilled enough to hold any cock inside just before there's any danger of it popping out. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ sighs -- probably in pleasure, Cocksleeve thinks -- and pushes back in to get more. Cocksleeve is finally being used and mewls in contentment as it gets to fulfill its purpose. @@.robert;Lucas@@, realising the foolishness of trying to escape his Cocksleeve, speeds up. Cocksleeve is jerking around a bit as it orgasms countless times, but the old man has stellar precision and stamina. His thrusts go so deep, it's almost like he's trying to hit the bottom. What a silly thought, @@.lucas;Lucas@@' cock is pretty big @@.gold;and tasty@@, but Cocksleeve is designed for inhuman, impossible sizes. While it reflects on its skills proudly, @@.luacs;Lucas@@' thrusts get slower, but more urgent. Not releasing his grip, he bottoms out and injects his load deep into his Cocksleeve. As the seed enters your stomach, so does your consciousness re-enter your brain, one spurt, one drop at a time. The return of your perception does not reduce the ecstasy flowing through your veins one iota, and you collapse on the floor. Five minutes later, you find enough strength to get back to your feet, but not enough to remember the last hour or so. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Wha... what ha-ened?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Wha... what happened?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Wha... what ha-ened?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Wha... what happened?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> you ask. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is visibly uncomfortable with your memory loss. But hey, so are you. @@.lucas;"Well, I've got an idea,"@@ he starts to explain, but then trails off. You push him to elaborate. @@.lucas;"I fucked your throat."@@ Well, that's reassuring. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"What the -uck? <em>Why</em>?"@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"What the fuck? <em>Why</em>?"@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"What the -uck? <em>Why</em>?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"What the fuck? <em>Why</em>?"@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.lucas;"I was about to explain it, if you'd let me finish,"@@ he chastises you like you're child. @@.lucas;"Evidently, you were subjected to that bicycle helmet contraption. If it still is just a left over experiment and they haven't made any changes, then a trigger word has been implanted into your brain. Whenever you hear that word, no matter by whom, you'll go into a trance you can't break out of... until somebody ejaculates straight into your stomach."@@ You're reeling at this ridiculous explanation of why you were just raped by an old pervert! Your disgusted expression isn't lost on @@.lucas;Lucas@@ and he doesn't like the implication. @@.lucas;"Listen, <em>miss</em>. I may be past my prime, but I'm not that desperate. If I wanted to turn you into my drooling fucktoy, I could've used quite a few opportunities to do so. With the information I just gave you, I could do so <em>right now</em>. I'll be the first to admit that blowjob felt fucking fantastic, but you better learn to show some gratitude, or the next time I'll just let you bounce on some more cock with your pal@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@@@.lucas;. Give it one week and I doubt you'd mind."@@ That got heated quickly. Maybe he is speaking the truth... brainwashing capabilities don't seem so far-fetched if you consider who you're up against. You apologise and thank him for pulling you out of there. @@.lucas;"You're welcome, and I'm sorry I got loud. I can see I didn't exactly 'ease you in' there. With all those worries weighing us down, we're not going anywhere though. Instead, we ought to consider our options. I hold that going back is not one of them. We had our shot at surprising her, now we don't." Lucas@@ lets that sink in a little. Now that he said it out loud, the whole weight of that fact seems to be coming down on him, too. He lets go of a flurry of curses, completely unlike his usual personality, and continues after calming down some. @@.lucas;"It's not exactly been effective in the past, but I don't see what choice we have except to run. Hide. Hope. We're ridiculously outnumbered, and that bitch knows how close we just came. She's not going to let that happen again anytime soon. Come on, let's get going. You think about where you'll go, I think about where I'll go."@@ You agree to that suggestion. Racking your mind over the options you have, [[you follow your companion.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]]\ \ <<elseif $hypnosis is 0>>\ <<if $fetishChoker1 is 0>>The echoing sound weighs heavy on you. Your senses return to you... because the choker around your neck is suppressing the urges you felt seconds earlier. <<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Shit,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Shit,"@@<<endif>> you manage to utter, but no more. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is similarly stunned and curses. Suddenly, in the corner of your view, he is slamming @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ into the nearest wall with full force. @@.lucas;"<strong>RUN!</strong>"@@ he screams, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you away off @@.robert;Robert@@'s meaty cock. Some more hallways and you pass a reception, staffed by a vacuous-looking bombshell, you notice as you're passing by in a flash. Five minutes outside the facility, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ lets go of your arm, confident that you've regained your composure enough. You're not at a full sprint, but it's close to that. Fortunately for you, the body the chokers gave you is designed to let you play an active role during sex, and thus at least somewhat suited for running too. You'll miss not having wobbly honey thighs like these though, despite them being in obviously better shape than your old ones. You must have been going for at least an hour before you finally both agree to come to a stop.<<if $string is 1>> You use the break to take off your choker and string.<<endif>> You're impressed by your own physique; you were always more of a couch potato, and an office job didn't help with that. Still, you two need a little breather after that wild escape. You smile at your friend, happy that you got out. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ isn't exactly happy. @@.lucas;"Sorry to bring you down, but we have nothing to smile at."@@ he states matter-of-factly. @@.lucas;"What on earth are we going to do now?"@@ <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>@@.cyan;"Run,"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Run,"@@<<endif>> you reply simply, your chest heaving up and down, which isn't lost on the blushing @@.lucas;Lucas@@. When he focusses on the topic again, his negativity returns. @@.lucas;"Run? Oh, that's just great, why didn't I think of that? That's right, I remember, I didn't think of it because it didn't work and I got fucking caught just a few weeks ago."@@ Point taken, but he doesn't consider it made yet. @@.lucas;"These people can find you wherever you go. Wearing a choker is like a death sentence if you hold your own identity in high regard."@@ He sighs loudly. @@.lucas;"Sadly, I'm afraid you have correctly identified our only course of action. Back there, before you slapped that thing around you? We had her on her back foot. Two against two, and she hadn't seen me yet. She got cocky, and now she knows it. We won't get that advantage back anytime soon. Running is all we <em>can</em> do now."@@ Another sigh. He's still tired from running, you can tell, and these rants don't help him catch his breath. @@.lucas;"Alright, this isn't getting us anywhere though. What's done is done. [[Let's consider our options.|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]] We need to get some more distance between us and the facility anyway."@@\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $fetishChoker is 0>>\ \ <<set $defeat = 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<endif>>\ \ Immediately, the room falls quiet. You notice rhinestones hugging your neck in what feels like the most exquisite trance you ever experienced. Like a maniac, you smile and rub your neck, while you're clearly dripping sexual fluids from between your legs.\ \ <<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $defeat = 1>>\ \ @@.fetish;"I'm doing nothing, Mistress,"@@ you dutifully answer. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ looks at you, shocked, while Mistress is recovering and getting back up, smiling at your @@.fetish;voluntary@@ obedience.\ \ <<endif>> @@.desiree;"Now my pet, lets have some fun together,"@@ your Mistress orders, gesturing towards her pussy. @@.fetish;"Of course, Mistress,"@@ you say, entirely of your own volition. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You completely disregard the buzzing "collagen" in your lips as you speak, and love every second of it.<<endif>> You're set into motion, first getting on your knees, then crawling over to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ like a horny animal. The moment you hug her ass cheek with one hand and stroke her slit with the other, @@.lucas;Lucas@@ curses under his breath and bolts out the door. You feel like you failed when Mistress jumps in surprise, but she turns back to smile her kindest smile at you, which is reward enough. @@.desiree;"Very well done, dear,"@@ she strokes you behind your ear, and you feel a tiny orgasm coming on, especially since @@.robert;Robert@@ doubles down on fondling <<if $penis is 1>>your boy-ovaries<<else>>your slit<<endif>>. That's enough to regain your senses, and the realisation of what you just did comes crashing down on you. You look up to the woman praising you, now terrified, and not daring to get back to your feet, even if you could. @@.desiree;"Now we're together and alone. Perfect. I have big plans for you. Your example shows that our plans work. You were out in the open and still managed to break, despite a man trying his best to help you prevent it. I'm proud of you, honey. There's another girl just like you, well on the way of producing results as promising as yours. And with you working the streets, we'll have many more coming in."@@ So that was the plan. You're set to become a recruiter for the Corporation, dragging more people into servitude... just like you were. Because you failed -- or succeeded, from their point of view -- they deem the project feasible for mass "production" of slaves. Your defeat will be historic. That's when your eyes are drawn towards something. Another choker. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ must have dropped it. This may be your last chance. She's still regarding you praisingly, so she may not expect you to make a move. Go down, snatch it, slap it around her neck before she can react. It may be your only way out. It may as well be how you cheat yourself out of a semi-respectable position here. You can try to attack her, sure, but you have to know that could be the last conscious decision you get to make. If she stops you from assaulting her, you <em>know</em> you're going to be doing the most embarrassing shit in this whole facility, and there's a lot of depravity here just going by what you saw in a week. As you're pondering this though, @@.robert;Robert@@ interjects. @@.robert;"Alright, now that this is done, I want her,"@@ he demands, obviously talking about you. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ chuckles. @@.desiree;"Sweetie, it was really fun having you, but don't forget where you are, nor who you are talking to. The one open offer I can make you is to take a seat next to her if you're going to take that tone with me."@@ Your former boss goes quiet for a second, something you've never seen before. He speaks up again though. @@.robert;"How about I work here then? Full access to her whenever she's in the facility. And a guarantee that I won't end up a chokered fucktoy."@@ @@.desiree;"And how would I guarantee that?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ asks him, raising an eyebrow. @@.robert;"Partner me with your best engineer. Let me organise things, it's what I'm best at. Something happens to me, something worse will happen to him."@@ @@.desiree;"That could work," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ smiles. @@.desiree;"How often you're going to see her is really going to depend on her schedule and I won't let you adjust that. We won't disrupt our plans because you feel a need to drain your balls. Use another girl if you want to relieve pressure when she's not around."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ nods and the two shake hands. Great, more opposition around. That should only reinforce your desire to go for it. Slap that choker around her neck and hope for the best, but risk losing your brain. If @@.robert;Robert@@ is going to be around to torture you, maybe that's not the worst fate. But you have to make that choice; will you do it? [[Snatch that choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Offensive]] Even if it kills "you". [[Resign yourself to becoming a recruiter.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Defensive]] Cut your losses and hold onto your identity; or what's left of it.

<<set $escape = 1>>\ \ You almost slip when you turn the corner to get through the door, but manage to keep your footing. Your heart is pumping like crazy as you blast through two more hallways until you're met with a reception area. It's thankfully short and you barely notice in passing the vacuous-looking bimbo bombshell on welcoming duty. You bet those lips don't do much talking. These thoughts happen in passing, more to calm you down than anything else. Of course that's a lost cause, this is the chase of your life. Then again, nobody seems to be chasing you. After fifteen minutes of near-sprint, your aorta is close to exploding, so you turn around and walk backwards a little, still anxious to put distance between you and that dreadful horror mansion. You've made it into some fields, giving you a good vantage point. You swear you can almost see the facility in the distance; but most importantly, no people. You feared @@.lucas;Lucas@@ would be lusting for revenge after you nearly bit his dick off... now he likely won't be lusting after anything anymore. Nonetheless, you run another fifteen minutes after catching your breath some, and then another. After almost an hour of near-continuous running, you figure you can take a decent breather. Maybe ten minutes or so.<<if $string is 1>> You use the break to take off your choker and string.<<endif>> Naturally, that gets you thinking. You made it outside. You fucking made it. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>Without a choker too, you could hardly be happier.<<else>>Choker or not, you couldn't be happier.<<endif>> Being outside gives you options now. Finally, you've broken the circle of working according to somebody else's schedule. If you think of the other "somebodies" in your life though, the verdict is much less pleasant. @@.robert;Robert@@ will still be cursing your name and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ -- now @@.lexi;Lexi@@ -- is probably still serving somebody, barely able to walk like a human. Once you're gone, she'll join a harem as identical copies of countless more slaves, wearing the same chokers as them, engineered to have the same bodies... and minds. And that's not all. <<if $bimbo is 1>>You left @@.red;Bonnie@@ behind, too. You had to. It's true that you're having a hard time forgiving her, thinking positively about her. After all, she's the one who introduced these ghastly chokers into your life. Had your relationship with her stayed as bland, boring, but friendly as it always was, all of this could've been avoided. Then again, she never got to speak her mind. At least you don't think she did. In retrospect, it's odd how she did a complete 180. From playfully suggesting to roleplay she went to forcing extreme body modifications on you in a matter of weeks, and feeling justified in her actions. Maybe she's just as much of a victim as you are?\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ is still in the facility as well. Maybe it's for the best. Her childlike demeanour betrayed a deceptively devious core. You doubt that it was all an act; you felt the power of the choker, so you're almost sure that the @@.red;Bonnie@@ you once knew is no more. But @@.bunny;Bunny@@, in her infantile, hedonistic, shortsighted, limited sense of morality posed a serious threat to your survival. At the same time, you have to pity her. She didn't deserve such a harsh fate. In a way, couldn't you think of her as a victim, just like you?\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ will keep on rotting in that cursed facility. Oops, you didn't mean to laugh out loud. Honestly though, it's hard trying to be unbiased towards a person who behaves as repulsively as @@.orange;Bridget@@ does. It helps thinking of her as @@.red;Bonnie@@, though she's nothing like her and that thought is only more depressing, in a way. At least it reminds you that she wasn't always like that. That, if you think about it, she could be considered just as much a victim as you could, couldn't she?\ \ <<endif>> Who knows. They're painful thoughts, painful questions that you don't have answers to. Yet you feel like they'll be following you for some time. That means you can think about them later. You're still not out of the woods and you still don't have a plan for the future. But you do have <em>that</em>; a future. You [[think about it long and hard|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]] while you let the facility far behind you.

<<set $defeat = 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $fetishChoker1 is 1>>Giving in to the ecstasy was the right choice. You moan and you grunt in seemingly endless pleasure. Your choker glows as you feel it moulding your mind.\ <<else>>Immediately, the room falls quiet. You notice rhinestones hugging your neck in what feels like the most exquisite trance you ever experienced. Like a maniac, you smile and rub your neck, while you're clearly dripping sexual fluids from between your legs, which are immediately lapped up by @@.lexi;Lexi@@.<<endif>> @@.desiree;"Now my pet, lets have some fun together,"@@ your Mistress orders, gesturing towards her pussy. @@.fetish;"Of course, Mistress,"@@ you say, entirely of your own volition. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You completely disregard the buzzing "collagen" in your lips as you speak, and love every second of it.<<endif>> You're set into motion, first getting on your knees, then crawling over to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ like a horny animal. The moment you hug her ass cheek with one hand and stroke her slit with the other, an orgasm rocks through your body, making you jerk uncontrollably. You feel like you failed when Mistress jumps in surprise, but she turns back to smile her kindest smile at you, which is reward enough. @@.desiree;"Very well done, dear,"@@ she strokes you behind your ear, and you feel a tiny orgasm coming on, especially since @@.robert;Robert@@ doubles down on fondling <<if $penis is 1>>your boy-ovaries<<else>>your slit<<endif>>. That's enough to regain your senses, and the realisation of what you just did comes crashing down on you. You look up to the woman praising you, now terrified, and not daring to get back to your feet, even if you could. @@.desiree;"Now we're together and alone. Perfect. I have big plans for you. Your example shows that our plans work. You were out in the open and still managed to break, despite a man trying his best to help you prevent it. I'm proud of you, honey. There's another girl just like you, well on the way of producing results as promising as yours. And with you working the streets, we'll have many more coming in."@@ So that was the plan. You're set to become a recruiter for the Corporation, dragging more people into servitude... just like you were. Because you failed -- or succeeded, from their point of view -- they deem the project feasible for mass "production" of slaves. Your defeat will be historic. That's when your eyes are drawn towards something. Another choker. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ must have dropped it. This may be your last chance. She's still regarding you praisingly, so she may not expect you to make a move. Go down, snatch it, slap it around her neck before she can react. It may be your only way out. It may as well be how you cheat yourself out of a semi-respectable position here. You can try to attack her, sure, but you have to know that could be the last conscious decision you get to make. If she stops you from assaulting her, you <em>know</em> you're going to be doing the most embarrassing shit in this whole facility, and there's a lot of depravity here just going by what you saw in a week. As you're pondering this though, @@.robert;Robert@@ interjects. @@.robert;"Alright, now that this is done, I want her,"@@ he demands, obviously talking about you. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ chuckles. @@.desiree;"Sweetie, it was really fun having you, but don't forget where you are, nor who you are talking to. The one open offer I can make you is to take a seat next to her if you're going to take that tone with me."@@ Your former boss goes quiet for a second, something you've never seen before. He speaks up again though. @@.robert;"How about I work here then? Full access to her whenever she's in the facility. And a guarantee that I won't end up a chokered, brainless nympho."@@ @@.desiree;"And how would I guarantee that?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ asks him, raising an eyebrow. @@.robert;"Partner me with your best engineer. Let me organise things, it's what I'm best at. Something happens to me, something worse will happen to him."@@ @@.desiree;"That could work," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ smiles. @@.desiree;"How often you're going to see her is really going to depend on her schedule and I won't let you adjust that. We won't disrupt our plans because you feel a need to drain your balls. Use another slave if you want to relieve pressure when she's not around."@@ @@.robert;Robert@@ nods and the two shake hands. Great, more opposition around. That should only reinforce your desire to go for it. Slap that choker around her neck and hope for the best, but risk losing your brain. If @@.robert;Robert@@ is going to be around to torture you, maybe that's not the worst fate. But you have to make that choice; will you do it? [[Snatch that choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Offensive]] Even if it kills "you". [[Resign yourself to becoming a recruiter.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Defensive]] Cut your losses and hold onto your identity; or what's left of it.

<<set $defeat = 1>><<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<set $fetishChoker = 1>><<endif>><<if $fetishChoker is 1>><<set $nameColour = 4>><<endif>>\ \ <<if $fetishChoker1 is 1>>Giving in to the ecstasy was the right choice. You moan and you grunt in seemingly endless pleasure. Your choker glows as you feel it moulding your mind.\ <<else>>Immediately, the room falls quiet. You notice rhinestones hugging your neck in what feels like the most exquisite trance you ever experienced. Like a maniac, you smile and rub your neck, while you're clearly dripping sexual fluids from between your legs, which are immediately lapped up by @@.lexi;Lexi@@.<<endif>> @@.desiree;"Now my pet, lets have some fun together,"@@ your Mistress orders, gesturing towards her pussy. @@.fetish;"Of course, Mistress,"@@ you say, entirely of your own volition. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>You completely disregard the buzzing "collagen" in your lips as you speak, and love every second of it.<<endif>> You're set into motion, first getting on your knees, then crawling over to @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ like a horny animal. The moment you hug her ass cheek with one hand and stroke her slit with the other, an orgasm rocks through your body, making you jerk uncontrollably. You feel like you failed when Mistress jumps in surprise, but she turns back to smile her kindest smile at you, which is reward enough. @@.desiree;"Very well done, dear,"@@ she strokes you behind your ear, and you feel a tiny orgasm coming on, especially since @@.robert;Robert@@ doubles down on fondling <<if $penis is 1>>your boy-ovaries<<else>>your slit<<endif>>. That's enough to regain your senses, and the realisation of what you just did comes crashing down on you. You look up to the woman praising you, now terrified, and not daring to get back to your feet, even if you could. @@.desiree;"Now we're together and alone. Perfect. I have big plans for you. Your example shows that our plans work. You were out in the open and still managed to break, despite a man trying his best to help you prevent it. I'm proud of you, honey. There's another girl just like you, well on the way of producing results as promising as yours. And with you working the streets, we'll have many more coming in."@@ So that was the plan. You're set to become a recruiter for the Corporation, dragging more people into servitude... just like you were. Because you failed -- or succeeded, from their point of view -- they deem the project feasible for mass "production" of slaves. Your defeat will be historic. That's when your eyes are drawn towards something. Another choker. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ must have dropped it. This may be your last chance. She's still regarding you praisingly, so she may not expect you to make a move. Go down, snatch it, slap it around her neck before she can react. It may be your only way out. It may as well be how you cheat yourself out of a semi-respectable position here. You can try to attack her, sure, but you have to know that could be the last conscious decision you get to make. If she stops you from assaulting her, you <em>know</em> you're going to be doing the most embarrassing shit in this whole facility, and there's a lot of depravity here just going by what you saw in a week. As you're pondering this, @@.robert;Robert@@ interjects. @@.robert;"Alright, now that this is done, I want her,"@@ he demands, obviously talking about you. @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ chuckles. @@.desiree;"Sweetie, it was really fun having you, but don't forget where you are, nor who you are talking to. The one open offer I can make you is to take a seat next to her if you're going to take that tone with me."@@ Your former boss goes quiet for a second, something you've never seen before. He speaks up again though. @@.robert;"How about I work here then? Full access to her whenever she's in the facility. And a guarantee that I won't end up a chokered, brainless nympho."@@ @@.desiree;"And how would I guarantee that?" DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ asks him, raising an eyebrow. @@.robert;"Partner me with your best engineer. Let me organise things, it's what I'm best at. Something happens to me, something worse will happen to him."@@ @@.desiree;"That could work," DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ smiles. @@.desiree;"How often you're going to see her is really going to depend on her schedule and I won't let you adjust that at your leisure. We won't disrupt our plans because you feel a need to drain your balls. Use another slave if you want to relieve pressure when she's not around."@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ is evidently hurt that he isn't being considered here. @@.lucas;"Excuse me, do I get a say in this?"@@ @@.robert;"I don't know why you would, the boss seemed to like the idea," Robert@@ counters. @@.lucas;"Perhaps because you don't know a single thing about this operation, whereas I worked here for years."@@ @@.robert;"And then fled."@@ @@.lucas;Lucas@@ goes silent for a bit, looking at @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@. @@.desiree;"Hey, when he's right..."@@ she evidently isn't too interested in their little squabble, but mildly amused by it. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ frowns, but offers a compromise. @@.lucas;"Fine. Keep your privileges to the girl. I'll take one of the other fucktoys. Can't afford too much sentimentality at my age anyway. Unlike him, I want a choker though."@@ The room falls silent after that, and everybody regards the old man with a confused look. @@.lucas;"I decide the title. I oversee production. I put it on myself. You give me a decent position and I'll work for you as reliably as I did before we parted ways."@@ @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ now seems to catch his drift, though you don't really get it. She smiles and accepts his proposal. @@.robert;Robert@@ doesn't object either, so it seems they reached an agreement. Of course that's no good for you, but that should only reinforce your desire to go for it. Slap that choker around her neck and hope for the best, but risk losing your brain. If @@.robert;Robert@@ is going to be around to torture you, and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ will help out, maybe growing into a subservient fuckdoll that loves sexual humiliation would be the better option. But you have to make that choice; will you do it? [[Snatch that choker.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Offensive]] Even if it kills "you". [[Resign yourself to becoming a recruiter.|Week 4, Day 7 - On the Defensive]] Cut your losses and hold onto your identity; or what's left of it.

<<set $escape = 1>>\ \ You almost slip when you turn the corner to get through the door, but manage to keep your footing. Your heart is pumping like crazy as you blast through two more hallways until you're met with a reception area. It's thankfully short and you barely notice in passing the vacuous-looking bimbo bombshell on welcoming duty. You bet those lips don't do much talking. These thoughts happen in passing, more to calm you down than anything else. Of course that's a lost cause, this is the chase of your life. Then again, nobody seems to be chasing you. After fifteen minutes of near-sprint, your aorta is close to exploding, so you turn around and walk backwards a little, still anxious to put distance between you and that dreadful horror mansion. You've made it into some fields, giving you a good vantage point. You swear you can almost see the facility in the distance; but most importantly, no people. You feared at least @@.robert;Robert@@ would be lusting for revenge after you nearly bit his dick off... now he likely won't be lusting after anything anymore. Nonetheless, you run another fifteen minutes after catching your breath some, and then another. After almost an hour of near-continuous running, you figure you can take a decent breather. Maybe ten minutes or so.<<if $string is 1>> You use the break to take off your choker and string.<<endif>> Naturally, that gets you thinking. You made it outside. You fucking made it. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>>Without a choker too, you could hardly be happier.<<else>>Choker or not, you couldn't be happier.<<endif>> Being outside gives you options now. Finally, you've broken the circle of working according to somebody else's schedule. If you think of the other "somebodies" in your life though, the verdict is much less pleasant. @@.robert;Robert@@ and @@.lucas;Lucas@@ are probably still fuming at your escape. Hopefully not enough to plot your retrieval. Did you really deserve to be treated like them? Did you betray them so thoroughly? And they're not the only ones you're thinking about. <<if $bimbo is 1>>You left @@.red;Bonnie@@ behind, too. You had to. It's true that you're having a hard time forgiving her, thinking positively about her. After all, she's the one who introduced these ghastly chokers into your life. Had your relationship with her stayed as bland, boring, but friendly as it always was, all of this could've been avoided. Then again, she never got to speak her mind. At least you don't think she did. In retrospect, it's odd how she did a complete 180. From playfully suggesting to roleplay she went to forcing extreme body modifications on you in a matter of weeks, and feeling justified in her actions. Maybe she's just as much of a victim as you are?\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ is still in the facility as well. Maybe it's for the best. Her childlike demeanour betrayed a deceptively devious core. You doubt that it was all an act; you felt the power of the choker, so you're almost sure that the @@.red;Bonnie@@ you once knew is no more. But @@.bunny;Bunny@@, in her infantile, hedonistic, shortsighted, limited sense of morality posed a serious threat to your survival. At the same time, you have to pity her. She didn't deserve such a harsh fate. In a way, couldn't you think of her as a victim, just like you?\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 0>>@@.orange;Bridget@@ will keep on rotting in that cursed facility. Oops, you didn't mean to laugh out loud. Honestly though, it's hard trying to be unbiased towards a person who behaves as repulsively as @@.orange;Bridget@@ does. It helps thinking of her as @@.red;Bonnie@@, though she's nothing like her and that thought is only more depressing, in a way. At least it reminds you that she wasn't always like that. That, if you think about it, she could be considered just as much a victim as you could, couldn't she?\ \ <<endif>> Who knows. They're painful thoughts, painful questions that you don't have answers to. Yet you feel like they'll be following you for some time. That means you can think about them later. You're still not out of the woods and you still don't have a plan for the future. But you do have <em>that</em>; a future. You [[think about it long and hard|Week 4, Day 7 - Escape Choice]] while you let the facility far behind you. Regardless of how things turned out, you can be proud to at least have escaped that fate.

<<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 200>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ You nod and shoot him a sweet smile, which encourages him to start a fiery hot makeout session. Naturally, he touches second base almost before the first, but like it or not, that's your job now. Just like as you entered, Lex is rubbing himself up and down your latex-clad body obscene amounts, you feel like you're getting a nuru massage, only he's paying you for it. But you have to admit that, while it looks kind of silly, it feels really nice. Your boobs get a lot of attention, he can't get enough of those. He gropes, likes and sucks them through their latex cover until you have to worry that he's about to eat your outfit. The synthetic material is having the nice side effect of keeping your rapidly raising body heat contained within, further heating you up in all the right places. Lex gets more courageous, which helps with that, too. One hand has found its way between your legs, where he's currently rubbing <<if $penis is 1>>girlcock<<else>>slit<<endif>> up and down.<<if $penis is 1>> He didn't hesitate a millisecond at finding your bulge, he doesn't seem to mind in his haze of latex.<<endif>> At this point, even you're hoping that he'll whip out his dick soon, you're lost to the lovely attention you're getting. Your partner is disappointed to find out that your lovely latex outfit has no zipper, so the top has to be pulled down to get your nethers. You can keep the legs on though, which you wrap around his neck as a reward for taking care of your private regions. Lex is visibly excited and after calming down for a second, happily <<if $penis is 1>>licks your cock up and down<<else>>licks your clit<<endif>>, which is pressed into his face now. You mewl at his tongue's gentle ministrations. After a few minutes of orally pleasuring you, he's worked up enough to stop caring about feeling your latex-clad thighs on his neck though. Like you, he's looking to seal the deal now. As he gentle lowers your legs, letting your ankles remain on his shoulders, he pulls your suit a little further down to get <<if $penis is 1>>access to your rear pussy<<else>>comfortable access to your pussy<<endif>>, which is @@.gold;dying to feel his cock@@. He enters you momentarily, which drops you head first into an orgasm. Lex is far from done though, as he continues pounding you. Your ankles drop off his shoulders. You've had your fun, now's your turn to give something back. Stretching yourself upward, you manage to get your slutty heels posted on the bed. Your pelvis thereby gets elevated and you have leverage to thrusts your hips back and forth, meeting every push by Lex. Obviously, you can't see how the two of you look right now, but with you in a pose that would make yoga instructors proud and him pounding you relentlessly, you imagine any porn studio would die to film this. Your gift of flexibility doesn't go unnoticed by Lex, who now fast approaches his limits. He doesn't slow down until you feel that jizz injection deep into your core. Even then, he keeps pushing into you for a couple more thrusts. Only once he's finished with that does he pull out, and you're both left sweaty and quite exhausted. While you're both catching your breath, you take in all the emotions, trying to enhance your afterglow. You find that your sexual needs are more than taken care of, which is a relief. What's more, you don't feel the slightest shift in your head. There's no sexual frustration, but no dive into the choker's manipulation either. Looks like you came out of this better than you'd imagined. @@.blue;"God. Damn."@@ Lex starts, still breathing irregularly. @@.blue;"You are worth the money, let me tell you."@@ Even though he's still tired, he gets up to get his wallet, handing you $$200, which you gratefully -- with a peck on the mouth -- place in your purse. @@.blue;"How about this,"@@ he continues. @@.blue;"You get twice that on top? That means another 400 if you do something extra special for me? I promise it won't hurt... in fact, somebody like you@@ @@.gold;might grow a liking@@@@.blue;."@@ He winks at you. An ominous request, but 400 dollars is nothing to sneeze at. Given that your first tryst was safe fun, you're tempted to take the offer. [[Yeah, why not?|Week 3, Day 4 - Super Sexing Lex - Latex Lover]] [[No, thanks.|Week 3, Day 4 - Back from Whoring]] You came out of this great, ceding nothing to the choker, and you're not hard-pressed for money anyway, right?

<<set $firstname = "Latex">><<set $lastname = "Doll">>\ Lex scoops up one last trail of cum, slips his semen-stained finger into your mouth and gets released from your tightly sealed lips with a wet pop. He then uses multiple fingers to push your lips back to pull the zipper closed again. Ha, it was so much fun, but it'll feel good to stretch out a little, now that you're done. You feel yourself shift a little as Lex presumably fiddles with the vacbed entrance. The dim light you could see from the window disappears the moment you feel Lex' movement stop. Vaguely, you hear the bed creak, and a little pressure on your chest. Did Lex slip you under the bed, then went to sleep? Well, a nap after this much exhaustion doesn't sound like the worst idea. It's amazing how quickly you fall asleep too; this latex case is so comfortable! <hr> <em>Something between two weeks and six months later...</em> <hr> Oh, there's a little light again! Master must be needy. Or maybe it's feeding time? Ah~ Turns out it's both! The mouthpiece is undone as Doll's facepussy lies bare for the world to use and abuse. Master, of course, has priority and enters your fuckpillows without hesitation. With practiced ease his cock -- you would recognise his taste and shape out of a line-up of a hundred -- even slips past your throat, when you're surprised by another sensation. Your pussy zipper is being undone! But by whom? Master must've brought friends, how nice of him! Not much later, you feel another prick -- this one much less cosy and perfect than Master's -- slip into your slit with no foreplay, just like a @@.gold;doll@@ ought to be handled. Master's friend is even rougher than Master himself, your pussy takes a real pounding. You hope he asked Master for permission, but that is for people to concern themselves with. As long as Master wills it, Doll's holes are available to anybody. Sensory deprivation is a sick thing, it turns out. With all your essential nerve endings being drowned out by a complete lack of stimulatory changes, those nerve endings that do get exposed -- in your facepussy, your <<if $penis is 1>>crotch pussy<<else>>two crotch pussies<<endif>> and nowhere else -- ramp up in sensitivity insanely. It was a tough... week? Yeah, maybe a week at first, not seeing anything, not hearing anything. After a while though, your body adjusted, and more importantly, so did your mind.<<if $penis is 1>> You know, for example, that you didn't always call your anus a pussy, somewhere deep down. But these are the kinds of @@.gold;useful@@ adjustments you learn to make as a doll.<<endif>> While your eyes may not be working, you develop a sort of inner eye. Over time, you're convinced you could paint a picture of Master's cock more detailed than a photograph. It's so difficult to gauge time though, so you've stopped doing it. It could've been years since Master showed you the @@.gold;love@@ needed to become a good doll. You hope it'll be many more. <em>-Ending: Hold Me Tight-</em> <em>Ouch, you found one of two bad ends; you don't look like you mind though, my cute rubber doll <3 Once you get over the sensory deprivation, make use of the 'back' button in the sidebar. Or click</em> <<back>>

<<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 200>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ You nod and shoot him a sweet smile, which encourages him to start a fiery hot makeout session. Naturally, he touches second base almost before the first, but like it or not, that's your job now. Just like as you entered, Lex is rubbing himself up and down your latex-clad body obscene amounts, you feel like you're getting a nuru massage, only he's paying you for it. But you have to admit that, while it looks kind of silly, it feels really nice. Your boobs get a lot of attention, he can't get enough of those. He gropes, likes and sucks them through their latex cover until you have to worry that he's about to eat your outfit. The synthetic material is having the nice side effect of keeping your rapidly raising body heat contained within, further heating you up in all the right places. Lex gets more courageous, which helps with that, too. One hand has found its way between your legs, where he's currently rubbing <<if $penis is 1>>girlcock<<else>>slit<<endif>> up and down.<<if $penis is 1>> He didn't hesitate a millisecond at finding your bulge, he doesn't seem to mind in his haze of latex.<<endif>> At this point, even you're hoping that he'll whip out his dick soon, you're lost to the lovely attention you're getting. Your partner is disappointed to find out that your lovely latex outfit has no zipper, so the top has to be pulled down to get your nethers. You can keep the legs on though, which you wrap around his neck as a reward for taking care of your private regions. Lex is visibly excited and after calming down for a second, happily <<if $penis is 1>>licks your cock up and down<<else>>licks your clit<<endif>>, which is pressed into his face now. You mewl at his tongue's gentle ministrations. After a few minutes of orally pleasuring you, he's worked up enough to stop caring about feeling your latex-clad thighs on his neck though. Like you, he's looking to seal the deal now. As he gentle lowers your legs, letting your ankles remain on his shoulders, he pulls your suit a little further down to get <<if $penis is 1>>access to your rear pussy<<else>>comfortable access to your pussy<<endif>>, which is @@.gold;dying to feel his cock@@. He enters you momentarily, which drops you head first into an orgasm. Lex is far from done though, as he continues pounding you. Your ankles drop off his shoulders. You've had your fun, now's your turn to give something back. Stretching yourself upward, you manage to get your slutty heels posted on the bed. Your pelvis thereby gets elevated and you have leverage to thrusts your hips back and forth, meeting every push by Lex. Obviously, you can't see how the two of you look right now, but with you in a pose that would make yoga instructors proud and him pounding you relentlessly, you imagine any porn studio would die to film this. Your gift of flexibility doesn't go unnoticed by Lex, who now fast approaches his limits. He doesn't slow down until you feel that jizz injection deep into your core. Even then, he keeps pushing into you for a couple more thrusts. Only once he's finished with that does he pull out, and you're both left sweaty and quite exhausted. While you're both catching your breath, you take in all the emotions, trying to enhance your afterglow. You find that your sexual needs are more than taken care of, which is a relief. What's more, you don't feel the slightest shift in your head. There's no sexual frustration, but no dive into the choker's manipulation either. Looks like you came out of this better than you'd imagined. @@.blue;"God. Damn."@@ Lex starts, still breathing irregularly. @@.blue;"You are worth the money, let me tell you."@@ Even though he's still tired, he gets up to get his wallet, handing you $$200, which you gratefully -- with a peck on the mouth -- place in your purse. @@.blue;"How about this,"@@ he continues. @@.blue;"You get twice that on top? That means another 400 if you do something extra special for me? I promise it won't hurt... in fact, somebody like you@@ @@.gold;might grow a liking@@@@.blue;."@@ He winks at you. An ominous request, but 400 dollars is nothing to sneeze at. Given that your first tryst was safe fun, you're tempted to take the offer. [[Yeah, why not?|Week 3, Day 3 - Super Sexing Lex - Latex Lover]] [[No, thanks.|Week 3, Day 3 - Back from Whoring]] You came out of this great, ceding nothing to the choker, and you're not hard-pressed for money anyway, right?

<<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 200>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ You nod and shoot him a sweet smile, which encourages him to start a fiery hot makeout session. Naturally, he touches second base almost before the first, but like it or not, that's your job now. Just like as you entered, Lex is rubbing himself up and down your latex-clad body obscene amounts, you feel like you're getting a nuru massage, only he's paying you for it. But you have to admit that, while it looks kind of silly, it feels really nice. Your boobs get a lot of attention, he can't get enough of those. He gropes, likes and sucks them through their latex cover until you have to worry that he's about to eat your outfit. The synthetic material is having the nice side effect of keeping your rapidly raising body heat contained within, further heating you up in all the right places. Lex gets more courageous, which helps with that, too. One hand has found its way between your legs, where he's currently rubbing <<if $penis is 1>>girlcock<<else>>slit<<endif>> up and down.<<if $penis is 1>> He didn't hesitate a millisecond at finding your bulge, he doesn't seem to mind in his haze of latex.<<endif>> At this point, even you're hoping that he'll whip out his dick soon, you're lost to the lovely attention you're getting. Your partner is disappointed to find out that your lovely latex outfit has no zipper, so the top has to be pulled down to get your nethers. You can keep the legs on though, which you wrap around his neck as a reward for taking care of your private regions. Lex is visibly excited and after calming down for a second, happily <<if $penis is 1>>licks your cock up and down<<else>>licks your clit<<endif>>, which is pressed into his face now. You mewl at his tongue's gentle ministrations. After a few minutes of orally pleasuring you, he's worked up enough to stop caring about feeling your latex-clad thighs on his neck though. Like you, he's looking to seal the deal now. As he gentle lowers your legs, letting your ankles remain on his shoulders, he pulls your suit a little further down to get <<if $penis is 1>>access to your rear pussy<<else>>comfortable access to your pussy<<endif>>, which is @@.gold;dying to feel his cock@@. He enters you momentarily, which drops you head first into an orgasm. Lex is far from done though, as he continues pounding you. Your ankles drop off his shoulders. You've had your fun, now's your turn to give something back. Stretching yourself upward, you manage to get your slutty heels posted on the bed. Your pelvis thereby gets elevated and you have leverage to thrusts your hips back and forth, meeting every push by Lex. Obviously, you can't see how the two of you look right now, but with you in a pose that would make yoga instructors proud and him pounding you relentlessly, you imagine any porn studio would die to film this. Your gift of flexibility doesn't go unnoticed by Lex, who now fast approaches his limits. He doesn't slow down until you feel that jizz injection deep into your core. Even then, he keeps pushing into you for a couple more thrusts. Only once he's finished with that does he pull out, and you're both left sweaty and quite exhausted. While you're both catching your breath, you take in all the emotions, trying to enhance your afterglow. You find that your sexual needs are more than taken care of, which is a relief. What's more, you don't feel the slightest shift in your head. There's no sexual frustration, but no dive into the choker's manipulation either. Looks like you came out of this better than you'd imagined. @@.blue;"God. Damn."@@ Lex starts, still breathing irregularly. @@.blue;"You are worth the money, let me tell you."@@ Even though he's still tired, he gets up to get his wallet, handing you $$200, which you gratefully -- with a peck on the mouth -- place in your purse. @@.blue;"How about this,"@@ he continues. @@.blue;"You get twice that on top? That means another 400 if you do something extra special for me? I promise it won't hurt... in fact, somebody like you@@ @@.gold;might grow a liking@@@@.blue;."@@ He winks at you. An ominous request, but 400 dollars is nothing to sneeze at. Given that your first tryst was safe fun, you're tempted to take the offer. [[Yeah, why not?|Week 3, Day 2 - Super Sexing Lex - Latex Lover]] [[No, thanks.|Week 3, Day 2 - Back from Whoring]] You came out of this great, ceding nothing to the choker, and you're not hard-pressed for money anyway, right?

<<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 200>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ You nod and shoot him a sweet smile, which encourages him to start a fiery hot makeout session. Naturally, he touches second base almost before the first, but like it or not, that's your job now. Just like as you entered, Lex is rubbing himself up and down your latex-clad body obscene amounts, you feel like you're getting a nuru massage, only he's paying you for it. But you have to admit that, while it looks kind of silly, it feels really nice. Your boobs get a lot of attention, he can't get enough of those. He gropes, likes and sucks them through their latex cover until you have to worry that he's about to eat your outfit. The synthetic material is having the nice side effect of keeping your rapidly raising body heat contained within, further heating you up in all the right places. Lex gets more courageous, which helps with that, too. One hand has found its way between your legs, where he's currently rubbing <<if $penis is 1>>girlcock<<else>>slit<<endif>> up and down.<<if $penis is 1>> He didn't hesitate a millisecond at finding your bulge, he doesn't seem to mind in his haze of latex.<<endif>> At this point, even you're hoping that he'll whip out his dick soon, you're lost to the lovely attention you're getting. Your partner is disappointed to find out that your lovely latex outfit has no zipper, so the top has to be pulled down to get your nethers. You can keep the legs on though, which you wrap around his neck as a reward for taking care of your private regions. Lex is visibly excited and after calming down for a second, happily <<if $penis is 1>>licks your cock up and down<<else>>licks your clit<<endif>>, which is pressed into his face now. You mewl at his tongue's gentle ministrations. After a few minutes of orally pleasuring you, he's worked up enough to stop caring about feeling your latex-clad thighs on his neck though. Like you, he's looking to seal the deal now. As he gentle lowers your legs, letting your ankles remain on his shoulders, he pulls your suit a little further down to get <<if $penis is 1>>access to your rear pussy<<else>>comfortable access to your pussy<<endif>>, which is @@.gold;dying to feel his cock@@. He enters you momentarily, which drops you head first into an orgasm. Lex is far from done though, as he continues pounding you. Your ankles drop off his shoulders. You've had your fun, now's your turn to give something back. Stretching yourself upward, you manage to get your slutty heels posted on the bed. Your pelvis thereby gets elevated and you have leverage to thrusts your hips back and forth, meeting every push by Lex. Obviously, you can't see how the two of you look right now, but with you in a pose that would make yoga instructors proud and him pounding you relentlessly, you imagine any porn studio would die to film this. Your gift of flexibility doesn't go unnoticed by Lex, who now fast approaches his limits. He doesn't slow down until you feel that jizz injection deep into your core. Even then, he keeps pushing into you for a couple more thrusts. Only once he's finished with that does he pull out, and you're both left sweaty and quite exhausted. While you're both catching your breath, you take in all the emotions, trying to enhance your afterglow. You find that your sexual needs are more than taken care of, which is a relief. What's more, you don't feel the slightest shift in your head. There's no sexual frustration, but no dive into the choker's manipulation either. Looks like you came out of this better than you'd imagined. @@.blue;"God. Damn."@@ Lex starts, still breathing irregularly. @@.blue;"You are worth the money, let me tell you."@@ Even though he's still tired, he gets up to get his wallet, handing you $$200, which you gratefully -- with a peck on the mouth -- place in your purse. @@.blue;"How about this,"@@ he continues. @@.blue;"You get twice that on top? That means another 400 if you do something extra special for me? I promise it won't hurt... in fact, somebody like you@@ @@.gold;might grow a liking@@@@.blue;."@@ He winks at you. An ominous request, but 400 dollars is nothing to sneeze at. Given that your first tryst was safe fun, you're tempted to take the offer. [[Yeah, why not?|Week 3, Day 1 - Super Sexing Lex - Latex Lover]] [[No, thanks.|Week 3, Day 1 - Back from Whoring]] You came out of this great, ceding nothing to the choker, and you're not hard-pressed for money anyway, right?

<<set $firstname = "Latex">><<set $lastname = "Doll">>\ Lex scoops up one last trail of cum, slips his semen-stained finger into your mouth and gets released from your tightly sealed lips with a wet pop. He then uses multiple fingers to push your lips back to pull the zipper closed again. Ha, it was so much fun, but it'll feel good to stretch out a little, now that you're done. You feel yourself shift a little as Lex presumably fiddles with the vacbed entrance. The dim light you could see from the window disappears the moment you feel Lex' movement stop. Vaguely, you hear the bed creak, and a little pressure on your chest. Did Lex slip you under the bed, then went to sleep? Well, a nap after this much exhaustion doesn't sound like the worst idea. It's amazing how quickly you fall asleep too; this latex case is so comfortable! <hr> <em>Something between two weeks and six months later...</em> <hr> Oh, there's a little light again! Master must be needy. Or maybe it's feeding time? Ah~ Turns out it's both! The mouthpiece is undone as Doll's facepussy lies bare for the world to use and abuse. Master, of course, has priority and enters your fuckpillows without hesitation. With practiced ease his cock -- you would recognise his taste and shape out of a line-up of a hundred -- even slips past your throat, when you're surprised by another sensation. Your pussy zipper is being undone! But by whom? Master must've brought friends, how nice of him! Not much later, you feel another prick -- this one much less cosy and perfect than Master's -- slip into your slit with no foreplay, just like a @@.gold;doll@@ ought to be handled. Master's friend is even rougher than Master himself, your pussy takes a real pounding. You hope he asked Master for permission, but that is for people to concern themselves with. As long as Master wills it, Doll's holes are available to anybody. Sensory deprivation is a sick thing, it turns out. With all your essential nerve endings being drowned out by a complete lack of stimulatory changes, those nerve endings that do get exposed -- in your facepussy, your <<if $penis is 1>>crotch pussy<<else>>two crotch pussies<<endif>> and nowhere else -- ramp up in sensitivity insanely. It was a tough... week? Yeah, maybe a week at first, not seeing anything, not hearing anything. After a while though, your body adjusted, and more importantly, so did your mind.<<if $penis is 1>> You know, for example, that you didn't always call your anus a pussy, somewhere deep down. But these are the kinds of @@.gold;useful@@ adjustments you learn to make as a doll.<<endif>> While your eyes may not be working, you develop a sort of inner eye. Over time, you're convinced you could paint a picture of Master's cock more detailed than a photograph. It's so difficult to gauge time though, so you've stopped doing it. It could've been years since Master showed you the @@.gold;love@@ needed to become a good doll. You hope it'll be many more. <em>-Ending: Hold Me Tight-</em> <em>Ouch, you found one of two bad ends; you don't look like you mind though, my cute rubber doll <3 Once you get over the sensory deprivation, make use of the 'back' button in the sidebar. Or click</em> <<back>>

<<set $firstname = "Latex">><<set $lastname = "Doll">>\ Lex scoops up one last trail of cum, slips his semen-stained finger into your mouth and gets released from your tightly sealed lips with a wet pop. He then uses multiple fingers to push your lips back to pull the zipper closed again. Ha, it was so much fun, but it'll feel good to stretch out a little, now that you're done. You feel yourself shift a little as Lex presumably fiddles with the vacbed entrance. The dim light you could see from the window disappears the moment you feel Lex' movement stop. Vaguely, you hear the bed creak, and a little pressure on your chest. Did Lex slip you under the bed, then went to sleep? Well, a nap after this much exhaustion doesn't sound like the worst idea. It's amazing how quickly you fall asleep too; this latex case is so comfortable! <hr> <em>Something between two weeks and six months later...</em> <hr> Oh, there's a little light again! Master must be needy. Or maybe it's feeding time? Ah~ Turns out it's both! The mouthpiece is undone as Doll's facepussy lies bare for the world to use and abuse. Master, of course, has priority and enters your fuckpillows without hesitation. With practiced ease his cock -- you would recognise his taste and shape out of a line-up of a hundred -- even slips past your throat, when you're surprised by another sensation. Your pussy zipper is being undone! But by whom? Master must've brought friends, how nice of him! Not much later, you feel another prick -- this one much less cosy and perfect than Master's -- slip into your slit with no foreplay, just like a @@.gold;doll@@ ought to be handled. Master's friend is even rougher than Master himself, your pussy takes a real pounding. You hope he asked Master for permission, but that is for people to concern themselves with. As long as Master wills it, Doll's holes are available to anybody. Sensory deprivation is a sick thing, it turns out. With all your essential nerve endings being drowned out by a complete lack of stimulatory changes, those nerve endings that do get exposed -- in your facepussy, your <<if $penis is 1>>crotch pussy<<else>>two crotch pussies<<endif>> and nowhere else -- ramp up in sensitivity insanely. It was a tough... week? Yeah, maybe a week at first, not seeing anything, not hearing anything. After a while though, your body adjusted, and more importantly, so did your mind.<<if $penis is 1>> You know, for example, that you didn't always call your anus a pussy, somewhere deep down. But these are the kinds of @@.gold;useful@@ adjustments you learn to make as a doll.<<endif>> While your eyes may not be working, you develop a sort of inner eye. Over time, you're convinced you could paint a picture of Master's cock more detailed than a photograph. It's so difficult to gauge time though, so you've stopped doing it. It could've been years since Master showed you the @@.gold;love@@ needed to become a good doll. You hope it'll be many more. <em>-Ending: Hold Me Tight-</em> <em>Ouch, you found one of two bad ends; you don't look like you mind though, my cute rubber doll <3 Once you get over the sensory deprivation, make use of the 'back' button in the sidebar. Or click</em> <<back>>

<<set $firstname = "Latex">><<set $lastname = "Doll">>\ Lex scoops up one last trail of cum, slips his semen-stained finger into your mouth and gets released from your tightly sealed lips with a wet pop. He then uses multiple fingers to push your lips back to pull the zipper closed again. Ha, it was so much fun, but it'll feel good to stretch out a little, now that you're done. You feel yourself shift a little as Lex presumably fiddles with the vacbed entrance. The dim light you could see from the window disappears the moment you feel Lex' movement stop. Vaguely, you hear the bed creak, and a little pressure on your chest. Did Lex slip you under the bed, then went to sleep? Well, a nap after this much exhaustion doesn't sound like the worst idea. It's amazing how quickly you fall asleep too; this latex case is so comfortable! <hr> <em>Something between two weeks and six months later...</em> <hr> Oh, there's a little light again! Master must be needy. Or maybe it's feeding time? Ah~ Turns out it's both! The mouthpiece is undone as Doll's facepussy lies bare for the world to use and abuse. Master, of course, has priority and enters your fuckpillows without hesitation. With practiced ease his cock -- you would recognise his taste and shape out of a line-up of a hundred -- even slips past your throat, when you're surprised by another sensation. Your pussy zipper is being undone! But by whom? Master must've brought friends, how nice of him! Not much later, you feel another prick -- this one much less cosy and perfect than Master's -- slip into your slit with no foreplay, just like a @@.gold;doll@@ ought to be handled. Master's friend is even rougher than Master himself, your pussy takes a real pounding. You hope he asked Master for permission, but that is for people to concern themselves with. As long as Master wills it, Doll's holes are available to anybody. Sensory deprivation is a sick thing, it turns out. With all your essential nerve endings being drowned out by a complete lack of stimulatory changes, those nerve endings that do get exposed -- in your facepussy, your <<if $penis is 1>>crotch pussy<<else>>two crotch pussies<<endif>> and nowhere else -- ramp up in sensitivity insanely. It was a tough... week? Yeah, maybe a week at first, not seeing anything, not hearing anything. After a while though, your body adjusted, and more importantly, so did your mind.<<if $penis is 1>> You know, for example, that you didn't always call your anus a pussy, somewhere deep down. But these are the kinds of @@.gold;useful@@ adjustments you learn to make as a doll.<<endif>> While your eyes may not be working, you develop a sort of inner eye. Over time, you're convinced you could paint a picture of Master's cock more detailed than a photograph. It's so difficult to gauge time though, so you've stopped doing it. It could've been years since Master showed you the @@.gold;love@@ needed to become a good doll. You hope it'll be many more. <em>-Ending: Hold Me Tight-</em> <em>Ouch, you found one of two bad ends; you don't look like you mind though, my cute rubber doll <3 Once you get over the sensory deprivation, make use of the 'back' button in the sidebar. Or click</em> <<back>>

<<set $submissiveness = 0>><<set $cash += 200>><<if $penis is 0>><<set $creampies3 += 1>><<endif>>\ You nod and shoot him a sweet smile, which encourages him to start a fiery hot makeout session. Naturally, he touches second base almost before the first, but like it or not, that's your job now. Just like as you entered, Lex is rubbing himself up and down your latex-clad body obscene amounts, you feel like you're getting a nuru massage, only he's paying you for it. But you have to admit that, while it looks kind of silly, it feels really nice. Your boobs get a lot of attention, he can't get enough of those. He gropes, likes and sucks them through their latex cover until you have to worry that he's about to eat your outfit. The synthetic material is having the nice side effect of keeping your rapidly raising body heat contained within, further heating you up in all the right places. Lex gets more courageous, which helps with that, too. One hand has found its way between your legs, where he's currently rubbing <<if $penis is 1>>girlcock<<else>>slit<<endif>> up and down.<<if $penis is 1>> He didn't hesitate a millisecond at finding your bulge, he doesn't seem to mind in his haze of latex.<<endif>> At this point, even you're hoping that he'll whip out his dick soon, you're lost to the lovely attention you're getting. Your partner is disappointed to find out that your lovely latex outfit has no zipper, so the top has to be pulled down to get your nethers. You can keep the legs on though, which you wrap around his neck as a reward for taking care of your private regions. Lex is visibly excited and after calming down for a second, happily <<if $penis is 1>>licks your cock up and down<<else>>licks your clit<<endif>>, which is pressed into his face now. You mewl at his tongue's gentle ministrations. After a few minutes of orally pleasuring you, he's worked up enough to stop caring about feeling your latex-clad thighs on his neck though. Like you, he's looking to seal the deal now. As he gentle lowers your legs, letting your ankles remain on his shoulders, he pulls your suit a little further down to get <<if $penis is 1>>access to your rear pussy<<else>>comfortable access to your pussy<<endif>>, which is @@.gold;dying to feel his cock@@. He enters you momentarily, which drops you head first into an orgasm. Lex is far from done though, as he continues pounding you. Your ankles drop off his shoulders. You've had your fun, now's your turn to give something back. Stretching yourself upward, you manage to get your slutty heels posted on the bed. Your pelvis thereby gets elevated and you have leverage to thrusts your hips back and forth, meeting every push by Lex. Obviously, you can't see how the two of you look right now, but with you in a pose that would make yoga instructors proud and him pounding you relentlessly, you imagine any porn studio would die to film this. Your gift of flexibility doesn't go unnoticed by Lex, who now fast approaches his limits. He doesn't slow down until you feel that jizz injection deep into your core. Even then, he keeps pushing into you for a couple more thrusts. Only once he's finished with that does he pull out, and you're both left sweaty and quite exhausted. While you're both catching your breath, you take in all the emotions, trying to enhance your afterglow. You find that your sexual needs are more than taken care of, which is a relief. What's more, you don't feel the slightest shift in your head. There's no sexual frustration, but no dive into the choker's manipulation either. Looks like you came out of this better than you'd imagined. @@.blue;"God. Damn."@@ Lex starts, still breathing irregularly. @@.blue;"You are worth the money, let me tell you."@@ Even though he's still tired, he gets up to get his wallet, handing you $$200, which you gratefully -- with a peck on the mouth -- place in your purse. @@.blue;"How about this,"@@ he continues. @@.blue;"You get twice that on top? That means another 400 if you do something extra special for me? I promise it won't hurt... in fact, somebody like you@@ @@.gold;might grow a liking@@@@.blue;."@@ He winks at you. An ominous request, but 400 dollars is nothing to sneeze at. Given that your first tryst was safe fun, you're tempted to take the offer. [[Yeah, why not?|Week 3, Day 5 - Super Sexing Lex - Latex Lover]] [[No, thanks.|Week 3, Day 5 - Back Home]] You came out of this great, ceding nothing to the choker, and you're not hard-pressed for money anyway, right?

<<set $firstname = "Latex">><<set $lastname = "Doll">>\ Lex scoops up one last trail of cum, slips his semen-stained finger into your mouth and gets released from your tightly sealed lips with a wet pop. He then uses multiple fingers to push your lips back to pull the zipper closed again. Ha, it was so much fun, but it'll feel good to stretch out a little, now that you're done. You feel yourself shift a little as Lex presumably fiddles with the vacbed entrance. The dim light you could see from the window disappears the moment you feel Lex' movement stop. Vaguely, you hear the bed creak, and a little pressure on your chest. Did Lex slip you under the bed, then went to sleep? Well, a nap after this much exhaustion doesn't sound like the worst idea. It's amazing how quickly you fall asleep too; this latex case is so comfortable! <hr> <em>Something between two weeks and six months later...</em> <hr> Oh, there's a little light again! Master must be needy. Or maybe it's feeding time? Ah~ Turns out it's both! The mouthpiece is undone as Doll's facepussy lies bare for the world to use and abuse. Master, of course, has priority and enters your fuckpillows without hesitation. With practiced ease his cock -- you would recognise his taste and shape out of a line-up of a hundred -- even slips past your throat, when you're surprised by another sensation. Your pussy zipper is being undone! But by whom? Master must've brought friends, how nice of him! Not much later, you feel another prick -- this one much less cosy and perfect than Master's -- slip into your slit with no foreplay, just like a @@.gold;doll@@ ought to be handled. Master's friend is even rougher than Master himself, your pussy takes a real pounding. You hope he asked Master for permission, but that is for people to concern themselves with. As long as Master wills it, Doll's holes are available to anybody. Sensory deprivation is a sick thing, it turns out. With all your essential nerve endings being drowned out by a complete lack of stimulatory changes, those nerve endings that do get exposed -- in your facepussy, your <<if $penis is 1>>crotch pussy<<else>>two crotch pussies<<endif>> and nowhere else -- ramp up in sensitivity insanely. It was a tough... week? Yeah, maybe a week at first, not seeing anything, not hearing anything. After a while though, your body adjusted, and more importantly, so did your mind.<<if $penis is 1>> You know, for example, that you didn't always call your anus a pussy, somewhere deep down. But these are the kinds of @@.gold;useful@@ adjustments you learn to make as a doll.<<endif>> While your eyes may not be working, you develop a sort of inner eye. Over time, you're convinced you could paint a picture of Master's cock more detailed than a photograph. It's so difficult to gauge time though, so you've stopped doing it. It could've been years since Master showed you the @@.gold;love@@ needed to become a good doll. You hope it'll be many more. <em>-Ending: Hold Me Tight-</em> <em>Ouch, you found one of two bad ends; you don't look like you mind though, my cute rubber doll <3 Once you get over the sensory deprivation, make use of the 'back' button in the sidebar. Or click</em> <<back>>

Ah, your memories often take you back to your beautiful ceremony. The way @@.robert;Robert@@ lifted that white veil -- yeah, you decided to stick with the "virgin" thing officially -- of your gorgeous wedding dress and kissed you in a moment that both seemed to last forever and yet not nearly long enough. Food's cooking though, and the slightly burned smell wakes you up. Not too bad, @@.robert;Robert@@ complains that anything that isn't a piece of coal is "raw" anyway. He got back into a good job and started working his ass off. You're sad you don't get to see him very often lately, but you know that he's doing it for you. For you to be able to keep being the housewife. If you had to go out for work as well, this place would be falling apart without your tender care. Right then, the key turns and the apartment door opens. You hear bags dropping, coats being thrown on the hanger. Two strong, large hands grab your hips and you feel a little peck on your check. @@.robert;"Smells good."@@ You smile. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"Dinner'll -e ready in five minutes."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"Dinner'll be ready in five minutes."@@<<endif>> @@.robert;"Oh yeah, that too."@@ Ugh, him and his cheesy jokes. Still, it's adorable and you return his peck on his mouth.<<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>> Ooh... that felt good.<<endif>> His hands linger on your hips for a while longer, caressing your curves, before he goes to the bathroom to wash up before dinner. <<if $penis is 1>>As you expected, you had to get a pussy for him. He was respectful about it and all that, but it's still quite a concession to make. It wasn't such an easy operation, and an artificial vagina like this is a delicate tool. Not using supernatural materials must be rather large hindrance. You have no doubts that a Corporation-sponsored pussy would've been much better, but the risk involved with that should be obvious. You're happy with your decision, and even happier when you see @@.robert;Robert@@'s reaction to your naked body.<<else>>His touch down there draws attention to your pussy. It was risky, letting the Corporation do something so intimate to you, but it paid off in the end. Say about them what you will, their tech was unrivalled. Had you got regular surgery, you have no doubt you'd experience serious discomfort. Not a hint of that with your beautiful slit. Of course you don't have anything to go by, but you imagine you're getting pretty close to a natural-born girl. It's sure how you feel like...<<endif>><<set $penis = 0>> You drop the steaks out of their pan and arrange two plates. The steaks are both for him though; you can't stand it, ugh. There were times when that was different, but with your new body came new urges, new cravings of many kinds. You remember celebrating when you got a good steak on the table, but nowadays you find it repulsive. You've made a fresh salad for yourself, but there'll probably be leftovers, that's way too big for your girly stomach. @@.robert;Robert@@'s plate probably won't have a speck of meat on it five minutes from now. @@.robert;Robert@@ comes back out the bathroom and proves your theory. There's not even any conversation. You get another peck on the cheek as thanks, and then he's swinging his knife like a deranged murderer. You've barely eaten two bites of salad when his steak is already half-gone. It's always entertaining to watch him eat. His ravenous hunger after work sure is helpful to get a healthy side dish into him. You don't mean to change him; you love him as he is. But as such, you want to keep him until the end, and that means no heart attacks in his 50s if you can help it. After he's finished his meal, he patiently watches you eat, and talks a little about work. Of course, with a new company, he had to start back at the bottom. The way he's applying himself though, you'd be surprised if he didn't move up the ranks like he did at the old firm. You're just glad the two of you can have a life together, you don't need anymore than this. But you know it's not just about the money for him, he just needs to be in charge, your silly man. You take the plates away and leave them in the sink for washing later, or maybe tomorrow morning. @@.robert;Robert@@ is predictably tired, and drags his feet into the bedroom. You've adjusted to his sleep schedule. You didn't want him to go to bed alone. Both fighting playfully for the sink in the bathroom, you get ready for bed. This sort of thing takes forever when you're a woman. You feel bad for every woman slighted by uninspired comedians and old sitcoms. @@.robert;Robert@@, curiously, has taken a liking to watching you remove your makeup and all that crap. Maybe he just doesn't want to go to bed alone. Once you're there, another big change in your life draws your attention. Even after years of marriage, the effects of The Corporation are still evident on you. @@.cyan;"Honey...?"@@ you roll over and rest on your hubby's pecs, looking at him with your best doe eyes. @@.robert;"Again?"@@ you sheepishly nod. @@.robert;Robert@@ sighs. @@.robert;"The things I have to put up with!"@@ a smile crosses his face and you smile back at him. Suddenly, he rolls over on top of you, teasing you through your lace panties. Your hand reaches down to stroke his dick in preparation. After getting yourself in the mood, you lean forward and give it a few kisses and licks too; not that you aren't already dripping waterfalls enough to allows him inside you. You just know he loves your tongue on his meat, not to mention the fun you're having. @@.robert;Robert@@ thinks it's time and drops you on your back again. He lines himself up with your puffy slit and is almost pulled in by its steamy desire. Out of respect for your neighbours, you moan extra loudly; they often tell you to keep it down, but when you go to fetch the mail you <em>see</em> where their looks are drawn to. @@.robert;Robert@@ appreciates it too, burying his face in your tits, licking them all around. One of his hands is kneading your ass, the other is teasing your clit, easily doing half the job in bringing you to orgasm. All that your hands are doing is feeling your husband's muscly pecs, revelling in its marble toughness. As your Adonis ploughs you, your thoughts drift out of your head as if you were wearing a Bimbo choker. This man's cock is simply from another world. That's exactly where @@.robert;Robert@@ shoots you when he dumps his load straight into your womb. Your body twitches in orgasm and you two collapse into each other. \ <<if $pregnant is 0>>Completely satisfied and safely cradled in @@.robert;Robert@@'s shoulder, you fall asleep almost as instantly as he does. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: The Stepfords Had It Right-</em><<elseif $pregnant is 1>> You want to just give in and drop to sleep, but you can't... not before you told him. @@.cyan;"Honey?"@@ you try to wake him right back up. @@.cyan;"Honey?"@@ Groggily, @@.robert;Robert@@ replies. @@.robert;"Yeah, I hear you, what's up?"@@ Okay, tear the band-aid off quickly. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"I- pregnant."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"I'm pregnant."@@<<endif>> @@.robert;Robert@@ is immediately alert, asking you whether this is some sort of sick joke. Your stomach turns at the implication, but he quickly apologises for being so insensitive. The entire night is spent talking things through. Against your expectations, @@.robert;Robert@@ proclaims he'd be more than ready to raise the child with you, despite your very clear explanation that who's sleeping in your belly might not be his. He understands it, he says. In the following months, he showed he meant it. You've had the impression that your pregnancy took him back to memories of his ex-wife a lot. Rarely did he ever get to see his children anymore. Some nights, you thought he was close to cracking, but you know your husband. Always the tough guy. He let through that he hadn't really been there for his children as much as he should have, or even as much as he wanted to. His family relied on his income, and so that was always the first priority. Even on that night when you dropped the news on him, he pledged he wouldn't make that mistake again. @@.robert;Robert@@'s good intentions shone through long before the baby was born. But when she was, he got even sweeter. Spending time with her turned your husband into a bit of a softie. At times, you even talked about "feelings", "doubts", and "concerns", something that the "old" @@.robert;Robert@@ never would've done. Looking at your family from the outside, you must seem like a complete and utter stereotype. The husband goes to work and spends Sundays with his family, the wife tends the home and their child tries hard at school. If only people knew how far away from "normal" your family really was. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Model Parents-</em><<endif>>

The vacuum is blaring, hurting your ears a little. You mince over to the next corner you need to clean, glancing over at the clock. Shit, it's already so late! @@.fetish;Hubby@@'s gonna be mad... You try your best to hurry up, but it's not easy. The five-inch minimum heel on any shoes you wear make housework a real challenge. And that's only part of what your legs went through. Even setting one foot forward is hard; setting one in front of the other was never this easy though. You're no medical doctor, but they did something to your muscles, you think. Whenever you put one foot forward, it reaches just barely in front of your other foot. So, when you want to step forward with the right foot, as soon as the right foot's heel is going further than your big toe on the left foot, that muscle is stretched to its maximum. As soon as you reached that level, if you want to put your leg further forward, it just curves in to the side, right in front of your other foot. It gives you a sort of model's gait, only much shorter. Needless to say, it's one of your biggest obstacles when tending the house. Oh no, you hear the key turning in the lock of the apartment door! But you're not yet-- Aaah!~ Your pussy is dripping before the door even swings open. The utter sex appeal of your @@.fetish;hunk of a husband@@ always does that to you. His presence is enough to get you gushing like a waterfall. @@.robert;"Argh, what is that godawful noise?"@@ he comes in, cursing. Nervously, you shut off the vacuum. @@.fetish;"Sorry honey, I was doing housework."@@ @@.robert;"Did I give you permission to <em>speak</em>?"@@ he says with vitriol. You fall silent obediently. @@.robert;"Did you drink your protein at least?"@@ he asks, looking into the fridge, finding nothing. Slowly, but in what constitutes as hurrying in your current form, you make your way over to the table with your usual, alluring step. You pick up an empty 1 litre bottle, with some drops of @@.fetish;hubby@@'s essence still coating the bottom. He smiles. @@.robert;"Good. I see we're getting somewhere. So you got the apartment cleaned?"@@ You hesitate for a second, giving him some time to say something else. Only once have you interrupted him, and he made sure you wouldn't do it again. @@.fetish;"A-As you saw, I was still at it. Walking like this is r-really hard,"@@ you try your best to appeal to his compassion, looking as meek and sexed up as you do. @@.robert;Robert@@ slowly walks over to you, and your knees buckle. He turns you around and wraps your fingers around the vacuum again. @@.robert;"Well, you have to finish that then, don't you?"@@ You've learned that questions are just another form of command. Everything @@.fetish;your husband@@ says is your command. Obediently, you turn on the vacuum, and continue to teeter cautiously through the apartment, trying to get it squeaky clean for your man. Suddenly, your short skirt flares up. A surprised, high-pitched @@.fetish;"Ooh!"@@ escapes your mouth as @@.robert;Robert@@'s hands start massaging your ass. Your twice enhanced pussy is getting juices all over the floor, but you already know it'll get ignored. It's always your rosebud that has to take it. As predicted, you feel his meat pressing on your sphincter, which easily gives way by now. You figure he'll only start paying attention to your vagina when your asshole is gaped too wide to even touch @@.robert;Robert@@'s dick, which can't be too far off. That's not to say that you aren't absolutely swimming in pleasure whenever he thrusts inside your rear. As his trophy wife, you keep all your holes maintained, since they all belong to him. Maybe tomorrow, he'll fuck your spruced up lips. Every day is a surprise. @@.fetish;"Every day is -leasure when -y strong -an -ucks me like his -itch..."@@ you think as your @@.fetish;bull of a husband@@ slams his meaty cock into your ass.<<if $pregnant is 1>> The fleeting anxiety of him possibly finding your discarded pregnancy test is completely drowned out by the image of your husband's dick pistoning in and out of your @@.fetish;wife pussy@@.<<endif>> <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Blonde Botox Bimbo Bride-</em>

@@.blue;"We want that one,"@@ one of the guys says. @@.blue;"I'm sorry,"@@ Ms. Nakamura explains diplomatically, @@.blue;"'We'? I'm afraid we only have one companion who offers groups. That would be@@ @@.fetish;Kasumi@@ @@.blue;over there."@@ Nakamura-sama waves you to come over, so you do. You've just come down the stairs with a client, and already you're meeting the next. @@.fetish;"<em>Konbanwa</em>"@@, you greet them with a cute bow of your head. @@.fetish;"Two at same time?"@@ The guy who didn't speak nods excitedly. @@.fetish;"Oooh, <em>sugoi</em>! I hope for real challenge,"@@ you giggle as you step in between them and guide the two young men upstairs with you. You sit down with them and start to caress each other. Some would call it groping, but you find that vulgar and simplistic. Your choker might say "Whore", but you consider yourself a courtesan of the highest calibre. People underestimate the delicate touch required to handle a cock. It is a fickle creature, tamed only by a skilled grasp. A gentle touch achieves more than a strong, animalistic tug. Men are not the strong, primitive animals they're often made out to be. They need care and heartfelt appreciation, you think to yourself as you unzip their pants. @@.fetish;"Waaa, so big!"@@ Okay, sometimes they are primitive animals. You stick to your point though; you provide services of the highest quality. Your <<if $penis is 1>>sphincter has turned pimps "gay" before<<else>>pussy is sought after far and wide<<endif>>. Most girls in the brothel come and go as they need money. You're the only companion that works full-time, and not by compulsion. You've found your calling and you take pride in every erection you cause by a mere glance, a subtle pose. As you lean over, pulling up the hem of your garment, you marvel at these two specimens. Somewhere, distantly in your head, a voice shouts that <em>@@.cyan;"this is all a hoax"@@</em>. You start to bounce back and forth. That <em>@@.cyan;"you're neither Japanese, nor a prostitute."@@</em> @@.fetish;"<em>Aiii kimochii!</em>"@@ These cocks ramming into your sexual organs might disagree. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Me Sucky Sucky?-</em>

@@.desiree;"...and don't let me wake up to a contract that has you doing all that cutesy shit again. You're a pornstar, dear, act like it. You go where the money is, and you're not going to get any by pulling on your clit twice and smiling nicely."@@ The call goes through your head again and again as you're restrained on a wall by little metal bars all over the place. You're sweaty, your hair is mussed up, and the guy is coming back. Just two minutes ago, he was dripping hot candle wax all over your body. Your skin's more red than anything else when you spot the syringe-like tool he's holding. When he gets closer, you notice it doesn't have an actual needle in front, which is a relief at least. What comes next isn't. At first, he pushes some of the substance in the needle onto your tongue. Hmm, it's cum! If that's his own, this guy tastes pretty good. You wouldn't know, the director seemed more interested in having him torture you for fifty minutes, his cock hasn't been out once. Then, as you're pondering who would watch a movie like this, he suddenly moves the cum-filled syringe upwards into your left nostril. Before you can react -- not that you could do anything, tied down as you are -- he depresses the plunger and without mercy, empties the whole thing. You feel that disgusting feeling when you're swimming and get water up your nose, only with thick, musky cum. On the other side, it's coming out again! You can't take it anymore, you outright start crying. The director excitedly signals to keep going. When a second syringe is brought up to your nose, you try to evade it, but there's really no point with the restraints firmly in place. With no way out, you're subjected to another load of cum up your nose, making you roll your head back in dismay. The director is jumping about happily, as you see from the corner of your eye, while you're in utter misery. Your panties are being torn off you. You spend every second on this set in pain and despair. <<if $pregnant is 0>>Then why is your clit so painfully hard? <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Screeching Like an F1 Engine-</em>\ \ <<else>>But your biggest shock had nothing to do with that. You've had some fun riding any cock that would have you. There's no denying that, and you're not trying to. One day, when you've woken up puking for the third time in a row, you didn't want to believe it though. Yet that little piece of plastic had the audacity to shatter all doubts. Pregnant. You are pregnant. An embryo is forming within your belly, growing into an innocent young kid. You know it couldn't have happened on set; ever since you got a stable salary again, you've been on birth control. Somebody you'll probably never meet again knocked you up, and you don't even have the slightest hint who it could've been. You sure got more cautious at work, though @@.desiree;DÃ©sirÃ©e@@ was constantly pressuring you. Producers and fans alike noticed your new apprehension on the set, though your growing belly was probably the bigger concern. Sure enough, sales took a nosedive, and so did the amount of offers, as most of them revolved around fetish pregnancy material, which isn't done very frequently. Nonetheless, you had to put food on the table, now more than ever. So you took almost any role you could get, and still got by somehow. The necessity to provide only became more of a driving force in your life when your beautiful baby daughter was born. Right from the first time you saw her, she was the most wonderful little thing you'd ever laid eyes on. When your thoughts drift to your "husband" though and this profession you are forever stuck in, your mood would immediately turn desperate again. But you knew this'd be your life now. Who knows when you'd have the chance of doing something else, if ever? Your daughter would grow up, learning more about the world, and inevitably learn about you as well. She looks so much like you, talks so much like you. You just hope she doesn't have the same craving for cock. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: When I Grow Up, I Want to Be Just Like Mommy-</em>\ \ <<endif>>

@@.fetish;"Aaaaah!"@@ you scream in pleasure as another hot load invades your womb. You shake your hips playfully, making it slosh around inside. You think this last one took, your egg feels pretty fertilised to you. These are just things you pick up on somewhere between your 20th and 25th baby. You're pressed against the wall behind your bed as the next stud mounts you. As he enters your pussy, wet squelching noises loudly emanate as he ploughs right into the load left by the last guy. Orgasms have become a bit of a rarity, but childbirth... that is depraved ecstasy of the highest order. Something happened to your body. Of course, that's no big surprise, given that you're wearing a choker. Your titties certainly produce much more milk than they used to. But you're talking about internal changes. Your last pregnancy couldn't have lasted more than a month, childbirth not longer than an hour. @@.fetish;"I'mng the peeerfegt mommiiiiieee"@@ you barely manage to enunciate under the pleasure that comes from having your womb filled with hot @@.fetish;baby goo@@. You changed your mind. This is the load that took. You're certain this time. You can already feel a cute little girl growing within you, you just know it. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Mommy, Where Do Babies Come From?-</em>

You're staring at the wall. Legs are resting on your back. Quite a few Masters in the facility prefer to use slaves for sexual pleasure, but some revel in letting them perform degrading tasks. Lucky for you then, because your choker makes no distinction between arousal and degradation. You're doing your best to keep from panting in heat, so that Master can enjoy his TV show quietly. @@.blue;"Slave, I want a beer."@@ The command shakes you awake. You sneak out from under his legs, lowering them carefully to the ground. While you're doing that, you're mindful of TV's position, so you don't block his view. Teetering over to the fridge on your six inch heels -- and nothing else -- you grab a cold bottle and try your best to open it quietly. You discard the cap and rub the bottle against your tits a little bit. This Master doesn't like it when the bottle's too wet, and you don't have any towels handy. Slinking back to his side, you kneel next to him and present the cold bottle. @@.blue;"Give me a sip,"@@ he commands. You figured he was just going to drink it on his own, but he's in charge after all. Lifting the bottle carefully, you bring it to his lips and give him a taste. You bring it back to your chest and he sighs contentedly. A minute later, he asks for another and so you do the same. While he's watching his show, you're just gazing into his eyes, reflecting the shimmering TV screen. Masters are so beautiful... He finishes his beer roughly when the show is over. He shuts off the television and surprises you with a sudden kiss. You happily let the makeout session happen, tasting the bitter wheat and alcohol on his lips and tongue. Your hips are quivering, and you can't help but crying joyously into his mouth as your sex is reacting to his sheer masculinity, blowing your mind with a trembling orgasm. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: What Do You Mean, "Free Will"?-</em>

You let out one stifled moan while never changing your facial expression, and feel the cock exit your<<if $penis is 1>> new<<endif>> vagina. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>><<else>>@@.fetish;"Thank you dear customer,"@@ you whisper. @@.fetish;"I hope you had a good read. Your penis showed me new pleasures and I hope my pussy was satisfactory, too. Please cum again!"@@<<endif>> The client squeezes your left tit once for good measure, compelling you to giggle like a horny schoolgirl. Considering your get-up and training, that's not too far off. As the client leaves, you can see your reflection in the mirror five metres in front of you. It didn't always stand there. In fact, it looks completely out of place in between rows of poorly written smut. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ was quite open about the fact that he put it there specifically for you. How considerate. It means that, whenever a customer is finished with you, you get to see the full extent of that. See, you're standing in his library. As you already alluded to, it's the erotica section, of course. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ found the optimal catholic schoolgirl outfit just for you. Probably felt like it fits the bookworm theme. So you stand there, stiff and unmoving because of your programming. The only thing in sight that's not still is the glob of cum currently dripping out of your pussy. Yep, of course you're not wearing panties. Neither are there pants in sight. It'd destroy the stereotype, or perhaps "fetish" is the more appropriate term. No catholic schoolgirl is complete without a tartan miniskirt, just barely catching that sweet fold where your plump ass cheeks are flowing into your legs. Speaking of, those are very visible through your white stockings. It must've been a tough decision for @@.fetish;your husband@@ between authentic cotton or revealing lace. You already touched on their transparency, so you don't need to elaborate further. With the shoes, he went really wild. They're downright open, six inch heels that sparkle. He probably couldn't find a good way to fetishise plain mary-janes. Your top gets a little closer to the actual fetish again. A simple, white blouse. Not very sexy, is it? Well, tying it underneath your<<if $chestImplant is 1>> fake<<endif>> jugs helps. Your top is neatly accessorised with a heart-shaped button over your left tit reading "Oral Student". Your hair is done in two long braids, resting on your impressive chest. Every time a client is done with you, you feel compelled to revisit your fate, making sure you never forget what got you here, and how your situation is, all courtesy of your programming. @@.lucas;Lucas@@ just forgot one thing. How absolutely wet those thoughts make you. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: No Job for Screamers-</em>

<<if $asianProgress lt 5>><<set $firstname = "Suzy">><<else>><<set $firstname = "Suki">><<endif>>\ You're gargling cock relentlessly. For a moment, you pull the sizeable length out of your mouth and jerk it with your hand. @@.fetish;"Where would you like your ejaculate, Sir?"@@ you ask the guest politely. He's barely able to answer in between near-orgasmic grunts. @@.blue;"Hnf, take it all on your pretty face."@@ @@.fetish;"Right away, Sirgh,"@@ you confirm, thrusting your face back on his cock a little too early to finish that sentence properly. You'll finish <em>him</em> properly though. His dick is stuck in your throat when you feel his balls twitch. In the blink of an eye, you pull back, letting him shower you in pearly white cum. Your entire face is plastered with it. You can just barely open your eyes to look at him. @@.fetish;"Thank you, Sir. You were sooo good,"@@ you bite your lip to drive home the point. Honestly, you say that to every customer. @@.fetish;That's because every last one of them is so good, though!@@ @@.blue;"Oh, I thank you, my cute whore. Keep my gift on your face, will you? I'll be able to rub one out to that memory for the next few months if you do."@@ The thought of this guy masturbating to your image buckles your knees, making you cum a little. @@.fetish;"G-gladly, Sir,"@@ you almost whisper. @@.fetish;Obediently@@, you walk over to the next guest's room, with the last one's cum still coating your face. When you arrive, he regards you curiously. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"I a-ologise, Sir. It was a request -y the last custo-er that I go on with -y duties while -y -ace is coated in his... jizz. Would you like me to remove it?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"I apologise, Sir. It was a request by the last customer that I go on with my duties while my face is coated in his... jizz. Would you like me to remove it?"@@<<endif>> The man starts laughing, and you smile back at him, baby batter drooping off your face. After enjoying your sight for a bit, he nods. You kneel before him and guide your gloved hand to your mouth. At first, you try to delicately nibble at the cum on your face, one finger after the other. If you tried to get it all off that way, it'd take forever though. So instead you do one big swoop over your left cheek, one over the right, and gobble down all you can fit in your mouth in one large gulp. Forgetting your ladylike appearance, you're @@.fetish;feasting@@ on a man's semen. All that's missing is a loud burp, but that would be a little too much. When you're finished with @@.fetish;dinner@@, you remain kneeling. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"I- sorry -or the delay, Sir. Your ser-ice will -egin -o-entarily. Now, do you take the -outh, -y -ussy, or the rare ass-uck today?"@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"I'm sorry for the delay, Sir. Your service will begin momentarily. Now, do you take the mouth, my pussy, or the rare assfuck today?"@@<<endif>> you say as you pout your lips, and @@.fetish;demurely@@ lift your skirt. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Anything Else, Sir?-</em>

@@.fetish;"Mrrrroow!"@@ you squeal. @@.fetish;Owner@@ is teasing your slit... again. It seems that has become her sexual pastime. You can't help being in heat all the time, and expecting sex four times a day isn't being unreasonable at all. Instead, she just makes it even worse. But you fall for it every time! Even now, she beckoned you over, and you went, @@.fetish;obedient@@ as you are, knowing fully that she'd just torture @@.fetish;her pussy@@'s pussy. If she'd just let you free in the vast facility. Often, you have to suppress your natural, instinctive need to explore and roam, being confined to the area around your Owner. She wants you around her at all times. You're @@.fetish;her pet@@, not a stray. Still, letting somebody knock you up would maybe quench this distracting desire to fuck all the time. But you're denied that satisfaction too. Having a litter to care for, if it doesn't sate your sexuality, may at least keep you occupied. Of course, for as long as your Owner takes pleasure in teasing you, you won't get bored. It's so taxing, though... Oh, she's getting you really close! Don't let on that you're close to coming and maybe... @@.fetish;"Purrrrrrr,"@@ you slowly emit a sigh of pleasure as that orgasm rocks through you. Owner is clearly not pleased, but you can barely see her with your unfocussed eyes. She may deny you relief altogether now, but it was worth it. This should buy you at least two hours of peace. And then you start humping everything all over again, you think as you sway your tail contentedly. <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Pet Peeves-</em>

<<set $firstname = "Cassie">><<set $lastname = "">>You hurry down the hallway as your bell chimes, announcing your arrival. Politely, you knock on the door and are called from inside. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"Good -orning, Sir. -ilk deli-ery."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Good morning, Sir. Milk delivery."@@<<endif>> The man smiles, but is noticeably uncertain. For a few seconds, you just stand there, waiting for him to say anything. Eventually, he does. @@.blue;"So... how does this work here? I've never done this before. Though I do see the appeal..."@@ he trails off as his eyes linger on your @@.fetish;udders@@ making you feel warm. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"O- course, Sir, it's -ery easy. You ha-e a s-all selection o- o-tions. I- you ha-e a cu- o- co-ee ready, you can -ilk -e directly into that. A -o-ular choice is to drink directly -ro- the source,"@@ you explain while biting your lower lip and rubbing the top of your cleavage. @@.fetish;"Lastly, you can -ilk -e into a -ucket."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"Of course, Sir, it's very easy. You have a small selection of options. If you have a cup of coffee ready, you can milk me directly into that. A popular choice is to drink directly from the source,"@@ you explain while biting your lower lip and rubbing the top of your cleavage. @@.fetish;"Lastly, you can milk me into a bucket."@@<<endif>> @@.blue;"A bucket?"@@ he asks, surprised. You blush a little. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"It's -ostly -or role-lay. Don't count it out. It -ay not -e -ractical, -ut I guarantee it -eels really, really nice..."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"It's mostly for roleplay. Don't count it out. It may not be practical, but I guarantee it feels really, really nice..."@@<<endif>> again you start rubbing your chest, too distracted by their fullness. It's your job to explain the process to new customers, to @@.fetish;serve them properly@@, but this is torture! @@.blue;"Hmmm..."@@ the client is pondering his choices. Come on! @@.blue;"I think I'll actually go for the bucket."@@ Finally! Opening the wardrobe, you take out the metal bucket that is standard equipment in every guest room. You place it between his legs and lean over it, still completely dressed. The rest is up to him. Fortunately, he shows mercy and pulls down your frilly top right away, exposing your @@.fetish;milk jugs@@ to the slightly cold air. Needless to say, your nipples are already stiff, and a bit leaky. The client takes one nipple and squeezes it gently, which is enough to make a clear stream of fluid shoot into the bucket with a loud spray. You're not sure whether he liked it or not; even getting that one load squeezed out of you is absolutely heavenly. At least the customer gets more confident, so a second hand joins the first. He squeezes both of your @@.fetish;udders@@ at once, and audibly marvels at the sight. Before long, he starts a rhythm, taking turns squeezing your left and right nipple. His gentle, yet adept touch makes you feel so much like his @@.fetish;cow@@. @@.fetish;"M-mooo... ooooooh,"@@ you sigh as your @@.fetish;udders@@ are finally getting emptied. You can't resist anymore. Despite the rules, you escape his grasp, sit yourself on his lap, lift one tit in your hands, and look at the customer pleadingly. He chuckles, and launches his mouth onto your sensitive chest. You throw your head back as your @@.fetish;teat@@ is stuck firmly in the suction of the client's lips. Your bell clangs loudly as he pushes his head back and forth, trying to milk you for all you have. Just at that moment you're thrust into orgasm, squirting not just milk out of your @@.fetish;udders@@, but other fluids out of your pussy, too. They land right on his pants, which he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he looks quite happy when he dips into the liquid with his finger and pushes it into your mouth, where you readily lap it up. Just at that moment, somebody comes into the room. @@.desiree;"@@@@.fetish;Cassie@@@@.desiree;!"@@ Mistress shouts. Oopsie... @@.desiree;"I'm getting countless calls of people waiting for their--"@@ she spots you with one tit still in the customer's mouth. @@.desiree;"Ah, I see,"@@ she smiles. @@.desiree;"I'm very sorry, Sir, but our little maid here is supposed to stick to a schedule. Would you kindly release her?"@@ @@.blue;"Ohng, obb courj!"@@ he complies with a full mouth. @@.blue;"Sorry, I didn't know my time was limited."@@ You stuff yourself back into your cute dress and hop over to Mistress' side. @@.desiree;"Not at all, don't worry about it."@@ Mistress sighs. @@.desiree;"It's not the first time this happened, you're not at fault. Our little cow here gets overzealous at times. Cows are rather vapid animals, you know? It's in their nature. Over time, you come to accept that you can't change that, but it still gets you into quite a few sticky situations if you have a business to run."@@ Mistress slaps you on your rear. @@.desiree;"Hop off now and try to walk away when the bucket's full next time."@@ You hurriedly bow to the client and Mistress before rushing back to the hallway. At another door, you knock politely and are asked to come in. Ugh, you can feel so much milk sloshing around in you. Haven't had a good milking in at least five minutes, hopefully this guy is hungry... <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: Buckets Full of Happiness-</em>

<<set $firstname = "Cassie">><<set $lastname = "">>"Ooooh... Oooooooooh~" The same sound as always echoes off the walls, your voice in a canon of many. Your <<if $penis is 1>>"pussy"<<else>>pussy<<endif>> is getting really sore, but you fear it's necessary to keep a cow docile... It sure works on you. Cows are being treated right here. You don't have to worry about anything, you get all the sex you want, and you get milked all day long! Just now, one of the farmhands empties your bucket. At least that's what your eyes see on the screen that's strapped to your head. The same screen that perfectly understands your love of being a cow. It says everything you think, how eery! Not that you think a lo-- Oh, what's that? Is it... It must've been at least twenty minutes since your last one, you really hope-- @@.fetish;"Oooooooooh~"@@ you @@.fetish;moo@@ contentedly as a the motorised dildo is being exchanged for a real dick. A meaty, stiff @@.fetish;bull@@'s cock just has something that machinery can't replace. Maybe it's the body warmth, maybe it's the passion. Maybe it's the extremely potent seed flooding <<if $penis is 1>>your anal cavity<<else>>your womb<<endif>>, making you feel like you're being a good breeding @@.fetish;cow@@. <<if $pregnant is 1>>Of course, that's not all fantasy. You must've birthed at least fifteen calves already, each one prettier than the next. They're all taken away, but you don't mind; your womb is so perfect, your care during pregnancy so complete, you just know that they're healthy and happy, just like you. Maybe one day, they'll grow old enough to become a happy cow like you, strapped into the stable next to you, @@.fetish;mooing@@ together as you're both penetrated by a young, virile @@.fetish;bull@@. Just at that moment, you feel your womb fill with copious fluids, millions of strong sperm cells flowing inside you. You emit a @@.fetish;moo@@ of exhaustion as you try your best to raise your hips, hopefully guiding these proud swimmers to a willing, hyperfertile egg.\ \ <<else>>You're being milked day and night, even when you sleep.<<if $penis is 1>> It helps that you still have a cock, since they milk that one when your puppies are a little sore and overworked.<<endif>> You wonder what happens with all that milk they get from you. Do they sell it? Do people pay a lot for it? You bet your milk is the most popul-- @@.fetish;"Moooooooo~"@@ Cows don't think. Cows just @@.fetish;moo@@. Cows are happy. Cows are fertile. Cows get milked and cows get fucked. Wow, you just thought it and now it's on the screen! Mooo? @@.fetish;Mooooo.@@<<endif>> <em>-[[Ending|THANK. YOU.]]: I Feel Mooooo-- uuh, Good-</em>

Coming off your trance, once again being shown the threat of addiction, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ is immediately upon you. @@.bunny;"Oh my Gawd, wasn't that great? You look so hot when you're cock-drunk, sis! Now, do you wanna know more about your new choky?"@@ @@.pink;"...m-more..."@@ you moan more than you respond. @@.bunny;"Super! So I think the inscro-- hmm, the stuff that's written on the choky should be self-explainy. *teehee* Look at Professor Bunny, using all those big words!@@ \ <<if $fashionChoker is 1>>@@.bunny;If you wanna be Professor Bunny's super smart bimbo as<strong>sis</strong>stant, you need to know your clothes. I wanna teach you how... how... hmmmm,"@@ she moans, @@.bunny;"how <em>good</em> it can feel to buy a new outfit. But not too good, or you'll stain it *giggle* don't do that! I want you to be the happiest and the sexiest you can be, so please do a good job at this, okay?"@@\ <<elseif $fucktoyChoker is 1>>@@.bunny;If you wanna be Professor Bunny's super smart bimbo as<strong>sis</strong>stant, you need to know your cosmetics and stuff. There's sooooo much to keep track off. Sometimes it's even hard for girls, but the choky will help you, I bet. If you do a good job, you can be one of the best bimbos ever! But first you need to know your makeup, your moisturiser, your lotion, your handcream, your shampoo, your conditioner, your hair dryer..."@@ <hr> @@.bunny;"...your cleanser, your masks -- those can look icky -- your concealer, your plastic titties and all the other plastic stuff you can get. I think that's it,"@@ she finishes up. @@.bunny;"Oh, and nail polish, duh! Silly Bunny..."@@ she adds.\ <<endif>> Overwhelmed by her enthusiasm -- as usual -- your response is an absentminded @@.pink;"Uh huh..."@@ @@.bunny;"Great! Ooooh, I can't wait. But I need to tell you some more stuff. The boring kind," Bunny@@ pouts. @@.bunny;"So, I think the chokies weren't meant to, like, work together. The nice lady told me not to give you another bimbo-y choky but I kinda convinced one of the geeky guys that work for her to make me a new one. Just for you!"@@ she reminds you, apparently expecting gratitude. @@.bunny;"I didn't get all of it, because the slurping sounds were pretty loud, but he said it did all the stuff I asked him. He made it all new, like, not just with new words on it, but totally different stuff. He explained that it's like with movies, you know? They get a second part if they're good? So this is like the Choky 2! The old ones totally didn't go together. Sucks that I didn't get this new one a week earlier, cause now the first week was kinda wasted a little."@@ You look down to observe your heaving, <<if $chestImplant is 1>>fake F cup @@.pink;globes@@<<else>>bulging E cup @@.pink;tits@@<<endif>>, and beg to differ. @@.bunny;"So when you get another choky -- one of the old ones -- it would totally break the one before as long as you wear it."@@ Yes, that's essentially what @@.lucas;Lucas@@ said, you recall; that wearing a choker could prevent some of its more devastating mental after-effects. Apparently, this carries over across chokers. Useful. @@.bunny;"But with the Choky 2, that's not a problem! If you do really well this week, you'll be doing even weller the next week!"@@ Next week? @@.bunny;"It's totally gonna help keep your hard work going. If you have lots of fun, you're totally gonna be a bimbo in your head and stuff, even when you're wearing the choky! Aaah, I'm so excited," Bunny@@ hops from one foot to another. @@.bunny;"Just do well this week and I could already have a bimbo sis next Sunday!"@@ So much for "useful". This upgraded choker basically renders what you learned about the old tech obsolete, and seems to be more dangerous than ever. Fuck, what did you get yourself into? Delighted, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ hugs you tight, almost suffocating you in her tits. @@.bunny;"Okie, I kept you for so long, I'mma go. I know you need your beauty sleep *teehee* so bye bye, sis!"@@ With that she's gone. And so are you, <<if $fashionChoker is 1>>[[dropping into dreamland|Week 2, Day 1 - Morning - FASHION]]<<elseif $fucktoyChoker is 1>>[[dropping into dreamland|Week 2, Day 1 - Morning - FUCKTOY]]<<endif>> on the spot.

You can't believe it. It's not enough that you'll be branded a bimbo for life. Now she's planning to addict you to clothes and shopping. Even after the first week, it's debatable whether you could have lived a normal life if it all had stopped there. But how will you look next Sunday? What will happen to you? Arms wrap around your waist in an attempt to answer that question for you. With surprising strength, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ pulls you backwards and throws you on your own bed. When you turn around to face her, you instead face the rubber cock she used to break you in last week. Oh no. Instead of making the same mistake as last time, thinking you could overpower her, you crawl away in an attempt to escape altogether. That plan proves to be just as big a mistake when your sphincter gets pummelled by a familiar rubber object, and your entire body is stunned by a jolt of anticipation. @@.bunny;"Trying to play games with me,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;? You better not! *teehee* But I'm sure you'll still find it very fun...<<if $penis is 0>> I'll leave your new pus-pus alone. You should find a real cock to share it with!<<endif>>"@@ No more words are necessary. You wouldn't hear them anyway, as @@.bunny;Bunny@@ is already stuck in your ass. It feels all too familiar. You start to lose yourself in the inexplicable pleasure as she rams a rubber cock in and out of your rear end.<<if $penis is 0>> One of her fingers can't resist sneaking into your new snatch though, and starts teasing you from there.<<endif>> Piece by piece, the @@.pink;fog@@ clouds your thought, eventually building a completely opaque, solid barrier that only feels pleasure, only thinks sex. Nothing else gets through to you, and it's probably at this point that you can't even hear the rustle of the bed sheets or the comments of the brain-dead bimbo behind you over your own slutty noises. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ doesn't want to waste a lot of time, it seems. Just now, she started intensifying her thrusts and you doubt that you can take much more. Pushing ever further inside you, you finally spasm in orgasm as she <<if $penis is 1>>pounds your prostate<<else>>builds up pressure between the rubber cock and her finger in your snatch<<endif>>. Your juices shoot out of you, and so does your brain [[for a while.|Day 7 - Induction - SISTER]]

You can't believe it. The first week has already been cruel but... a bimbo at least has some arguably positive qualities to her. Cheerful, outgoing, sociable. In contrast, your new @@.pink;personality@@ is entirely vulgar and objectifying. How will you look next Sunday? What will happen to you? Arms wrap around your waist in an attempt to answer that question for you. With surprising strength, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ pulls you backwards and throws you on your own bed. When you turn around to face her, you instead face the rubber cock she used to break you in last week. Oh no. Instead of making the same mistake as last time, thinking you could overpower her, you crawl away in an attempt to escape altogether. That plan proves to be just as big a mistake when your sphincter gets pummelled by a familiar rubber object, and your entire body is stunned by a jolt of anticipation. @@.bunny;"Trying to play games with me,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;? You better not! *teehee* But I'm sure you'll still find it very fun...<<if $penis is 0>> I'll leave your new pus-pus alone. You should find a real cock to share it with!<<endif>>"@@ No more words are necessary. You wouldn't hear them anyway, as @@.bunny;Bunny@@ is already stuck in your ass. It feels all too familiar. You start to lose yourself in the inexplicable pleasure as she rams a rubber cock in and out of your rear end.<<if $penis is 0>> One of her fingers can't resist sneaking into your new snatch though, and starts teasing you from there.<<endif>> Piece by piece, the @@.pink;fog@@ clouds your thought, eventually building a completely opaque, solid barrier that only feels pleasure, only thinks sex. Nothing else gets through to you, and it's probably at this point that you can't even hear the rustle of the bed sheets or the comments of the brain-dead bimbo behind you over your own slutty noises. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ doesn't want to waste a lot of time, it seems. Just now, she started intensifying her thrusts and you doubt that you can take much more. Pushing ever further inside you, you finally spasm in orgasm as she <<if $penis is 1>>pounds your prostate<<else>>builds up pressure between the rubber cock and her finger in your snatch<<endif>>. Your juices shoot out of you, and so does your brain [[for a while.|Day 7 - Induction - SISTER]]

/*IDEA: spend the day (8am to 8pm) as gameplay. as the transformation gets worse (or better, whichever you like) you need to spend more time in the bathroom early morning, showering/bathing, doing your nails, doing makeup etc. that means transformation progress makes your search for answers much harder, since it literally steals time from you. Good way to do it: You start the day with a certain amount of temporary stat. Bathing, putting on a type of make-up (eyeshadow, eye liner, lipstick...) reduces the stat by 1 (because it reminds you of how beautiful you are already without buying new stuff) but takes time. Depending on how much you spend in the morning, you can either have a lot of time left, but be at risk of going on a forced shopping spree, or you take a lot of time to be safe, but lack the time to investigate properly. Investigate pushes temporary stat up by (at least) 1, due to frustration/exhaustion/boredom. Buying clothes reduces temporary stat to 0, but increases permanent stat. FOR BALANCING: if something becomes mandatory (because you have raised your permanent stat) it no longer reduces your temporary stat, because you don't see it as a relaxing activity, but rather a duty to e.g. put on that heavier make-up. The time it takes to do certain actions could be displayed with multiple pink diamond symbols. One diamond meaning 10 minutes, 30 minutes or 1 hour. @@.pinko;<p>♦♦♦</p>@@ Morning Routine Actions: Shower (mandatory) - gets longer the higher your permanent stat is and eventually becomes a relaxed, perfumed bath Go to the mall (mandatory) - takes 30 minutes Foundation (becomes mandatory at permanent stat 1 or 2) Eye liner Eyeshadow Lipstick Blush File your nails Apply nail polish ------ Mall Actions: Investigate (propels the plot but takes a long time, at least an hour, probably more, to avoid spamming the investigation through in one or two days) Buy clothes (increases permanent stat, resets temporary stat to 0) Hunt for cock (has three possible outcomes: raise your temporary stat (can't find cock)/reset your temporary stat (quick fuck)/reset your temporary stat and increase your primary stat (guy you fucked tells you you're either a hot bitch, dressed to attract cocks, or, if you're dressed prudely, he tells you to pretty yourself up, dropping you in a trance that only ends when you buy some clothes) ------*/ \ \ Double-click this passage to edit it. <<set $timestart = 1>> <<set $hour = 15>> <<set $minute = 30>> [[go on]]

<big>Chapter II - Finally Not a Bimbo Anymo-- Wait...</big><<set $date = "Week 2, Monday">> Grumpy and exhausted, you rise out of bed. Hell, you haven't even been able to throw on <em>anything</em> in the way of clothes before breaking down. And even then, you didn't get much rest. Who could blame you? Once again, your future hangs in the balance. Your sense of self is constantly threatened. What's worse is that you can't even know whether it'll end next week. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ sure didn't sound like she plans to release you next Sunday. You waddle into the bathroom, taking a leak and looking into the mirror. Your reflection's already so... slutty. @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s evidently planned your ordeal to take longer than a week, and yet after a mere seven days, defeat already stares back at you, bright as day and vapid as a bimbo. Your hair is so blonde, it could probably classify as white in some people's eyes. Your eyes are such a bright blue that any person looking into them would get in return the vacuous, clueless gaze of a simple nymphomaniac. Finally, when their eyes move down, they're met with two massive<<if $chestImplant is 1>>, fake<<endif>> orbs of titflesh and silicone. If your new @@.pink;purpose@@-- choker is anything to go by, you can expect much more of that in the coming week. Fuck. There's just one relieving factor. The fact that you're still having these thoughts. You @@.pink;mastered@@-- fucked up the first week, there's no denying that. But so far, your mind is intact. If you stay strong, it'll remain that way. Now it counts, more than ever. Now's your chance to prove @@.bunny;Bunny@@ wrong and take back control of your life. @@.bunny;"Or give it all up and become a silly slut *teehee*"@@ that familiar, high-pitched voice suddenly interjects. @@.bunny;"Sorry to jump you like that, but it was sooooo funny... I had to! You shoulda seen your face!"@@ she's set into a short burst of laughter. @@.bunny;"Anyway, what was I calling about? Oh, righty. We were just at the clinic yesterday, but we totally forgot something there. So you need to go visit@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ @@.bunny;again," Bunny@@ explains. @@.pink;"Listen, I'm already putting up with your twisted game. Now, I hate to tell you this, but my vacation time is used up. I have a job to go to. Soon, in fact,"@@ you correct her oversight. @@.bunny;"Oh, don't worry, I took care of that."@@ @@.pink;"Took care of--"@@ your stomach turns. @@.pink;"@@@@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;, what did you do?"@@ @@.bunny;"Nothing big. I was telling your super serious boss that he should loosen up and how much you learned on your vacation thingy. I told him how you <<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>>served two guys at once for a whole day<<elseif $bimboSex2 is 1 or $bimboAllin2 is 1>>totally fucked a guy just cause he was shouting a little<<elseif $bimboSex1 is 1 or $bimboAllin1 is 1>>fucked the first guy you saw after getting a choky, totally unable to stop your sluttiness<<else>>were totally, like, finding yourself with your new plastic titties and such<<endif>> and his eyes went really wide, dunno why. I guess he was jealous or something. Anyway, he got real loud and started shouting that you were on fire or something, and wanted me to leave." Bunny@@ manages to deliver this with a calmness you hadn't experienced with her before. You're not calm. @@.pink;"What the <em>fuck</em>. How am I supposed to pay my rent now? Does your torture involve homelessness, too?"@@ @@.bunny;"Ew no, those guys smell. Umm, your boss said something like you'd get one week of <em>severe pain</em>. At first I thought he was gonna hurt you, so when I started punching him in the shoulder, he said it means you're gonna get what you usually get for working a week, but without working a week. I still don't get it, but I figured he wouldn't hurt you anymore, so I stopped hitting him."@@ You sigh. @@.pink;"Did he say <em>severance pay</em>? Yeah, a whole lot of good you did me, now I'm out of the job with one week's salary left to work with. Goddamn it,@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;."@@ @@.bunny;"Hey, don't cuss! I totally saved you from that guy! Fine, so you need money. Then why don't you just ask? I swear I'm gonna find something super good for you. You'll see. I'll find something just for you,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, I promise. But first you gotta go down to the clinic."@@ There's no way out of this with @@.bunny;Bunny@@. Maybe it's time to learn that a simple "yes" gets you through these conversations quicker than trying to reason with her, while achieving basically the same result. @@.pink;"Alright, I will. See you soon...@@ @@.bunny;sis@@@@.pink;."@@ In your ear, you hear @@.bunny;Bunny@@ gush. You're not sure whether she cried a bit or had an orgasm. Actually, you think you know. @@.bunny;"Byyyye, love you too!"@@ she coos, oblivious to the fact that you never mentioned love, and sanity finally returns as her grating voice goes mute. No job... so much for your motivational internal monologue five minutes ago. Still, if you're being honest, how good were the odds of keeping your job, walking into the office looking like you do? The moment @@.robert;Robert@@ laid eyes on you, he would've booted you out the door, though maybe not before throwing a @@.pink;good@@ fuck into you. Perhaps you've been spared an embarrassing encounter, though you have no doubt that @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s solution will be even more terrifying, no matter what she comes up with. Let's focus on the already occurring terror before worrying about the future one. Going to the clinic can't be good, but what can you do? Maybe @@.bunny;Bunny@@ can get you some money for volunteering to test that fancy breast implant yesterday? It's probably wishful thinking, but you'll take anything that gets you through this rotten day. Youâ€™ll just have to stay alert and play things by ear. Before you do, you definitely need to get dressed, though. Opening the wardrobe reveals another terrifying surprise. Itâ€™s completely empty. Well, not completely: one singular trench coat can be found inside, long enough to cover you up to mid-calf. You hear noises, but theyâ€™re coming from within you. It sounds like somebody snickering, holding back laughter. @@.pink;â€œNot funny,@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;.â€@@ The dam breaks now and she starts giggling full volume inside your brain. @@.bunny;â€œItâ€™s totally funny!â€@@ she protests after calming down. @@.bunny;â€œAnyway, stop by the clinic,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, youâ€™ll get some new clothes there. Theyâ€™re gonna be so good, I promise. Would I lie to you?â€@@ Probably, yeah, but what point is there in telling her that? If youâ€™re being honest, the trench coat is probably more modest clothing than what you got last week. Still, having the rough cloth run over your bare nipples is driving you mad, and you havenâ€™t even stepped one foot outside yet. By the door, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ left you a pair of pumps, which you gratefully accept. You expected some kind of crazy-heeled stripper boots, so this is a strangely welcome sight. @@.pink;How far you've come...@@ No need to stall, though you think you'd like to. <<if $penis is 1>>[[Let's see what nightmare Bunny's got planned for you this week.|Week 2, Day 1 - The Clinic - FUCKTOY]]<<else>>[[Let's see what nightmare Bunny's got planned for you this week.|Week 2, Day 1 - Pussy Preparation - FUCKTOY]]<<endif>>

@@.pink;"Fine, where does this ordeal take me next?"@@ you ask, begging for this to finally be over. This thing ends today, right? So you don't understand what got her so excited and active that she has to take you all over the city for some petty powerplay. Doubts well up, overwhelming your rebelliousness after you muttered those words. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Ooh, somebody woke up on the witty side of the bed today," Bonnie@@ retorts sarcastically, unimpressed by your feigned disinterest. @@.red;"Don't worry, we won't have to go anywhere. We're in just the right place. I promise you'll love it."@@ <<if settings.pussy>>@@.red;"Actually, given your need for unnecessary commentary, why don't you just [[lay back|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery 2 - BIMBO]], gorgeous, and let mama take over?" Bonnie@@ suggests while pushing you back onto the table and dropping an anaesthetic mask over your face before you can react. The world goes black while hands knead and violate your body.\ \ <<else>>@@.red;"Given your affection for bitching like a girl, I want to allow you to become a real, actual woman."@@ What does she mean a real-- Oh... Your eyes open wide, while your jaw drops. @@.red;Bonnie@@ seems pleased by that reaction. @@.red;"Oh good, I was afraid I@@ @@.pink;dumbed you down@@ @@.red;so much you wouldn't get it. All in due time, I suppose. But back to the present: How about it? Imagine how many more guys you could reel in with a puffy, succulent slit between your legs, instead of that pathetic, disgusting thing hanging down there uselessly. Make the right choice, sweetie."@@ Do you? [[Getting a pussy doesn't sound so bad.|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery 2 - BIMBO]] <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>[[Getting a pussy sounds like the worst idea you can imagine.|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[Getting a pussy sounds like the worst idea you can imagine.|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<endif>> @@.red;"Fine, we'll go back home then, how boring."@@\ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Or-- Ord-- what?," Bunny@@ asks, confused, but waves off your tirade. @@.bunny;"Stop acting so smart! Just relax, I promise this is def the last thing we're gonna do."@@ <<if settings.pussy>>@@.bunny;"So just [[lay back|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery 2 - BIMBO]] and shut up for a bit," Bunny@@ "suggests" while pushing you back onto the table and dropping an anaesthetic mask over your face before you can react. The world goes black while hands knead and violate your body.\ \ <<else>>@@.bunny;"Okay, so you did reeeaaaally good last week. Always on your back, legs spread wide. I'm so proud of you! Before, I thought maybe you'd have a tough time. Being a pretty girl isn't easy. But now you looked so happy I want you to be all girl! You could get the boys hard so much faster, I bet. What do you think?"@@ All girl? What does-- Oh... You look between your legs wistfully. Do you want to become "all girl"? [[Getting a pussy doesn't sound so bad.|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery 2 - BIMBO]] <<if $bimboTattoo is 0>>[[Getting a pussy sounds like the worst idea you can imagine.|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[Getting a pussy sounds like the worst idea you can imagine.|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Ugh, party pooper. Let's go back home then you... boy," Bunny@@ tries her best to insult you.\ <<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

@@.azure;"Fine, where does your next act of torture lead us?"@@ you ask, begging for this ordeal to finally be over. This thing ends today, right? So you don't understand what got her so excited and active that she has to take you all over the city for some petty powerplay. Doubts well up, overwhelming your rebelliousness after you muttered those words. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Ooh, somebody woke up on the witty side of the bed today," Bonnie@@ retorts sarcastically, unimpressed by your feigned disinterest. @@.red;"Don't worry, we won't have to go anywhere. We're in just the right place. I promise you'll love it."@@ <<if settings.pussy>>@@.red;"Actually, given your need for unnecessary commentary, why don't you just [[lay back|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery 2 - CUMSLUT]], gorgeous, and let mama take over?" Bonnie@@ suggests while pushing you back onto the table and dropping an anaesthetic mask over your face before you can react. The world goes black while hands knead and violate your body.\ \ <<else>>@@.red;"Given your affection for bitching like a girl, I want to allow you to become a real, actual woman."@@ What does she mean a real-- Oh... Your eyes open wide, while your jaw drops. @@.red;Bonnie@@ seems pleased by that reaction. @@.red;"Oh good, I was afraid you'd get so@@ @@.azure;cum-crazed@@ @@.red;that you'd be too dumb to get it. All in due time, I suppose. But back to the present: How about it? Imagine how many more guys you could reel in with a puffy, succulent slit between your legs, instead of that pathetic, disgusting thing hanging down there uselessly. Make the right choice, sweetie."@@ Do you? [[Getting a pussy doesn't sound so bad.|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery 2 - CUMSLUT]] <<if $cumslutTattoo is 0>>[[Getting a pussy sounds like the worst idea you can imagine.|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[Getting a pussy sounds like the worst idea you can imagine.|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> @@.red;"Fine, we'll go back home then, how boring."@@\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"You know, I have to give it to you. You were created for one purpose, and you fulfilled it with conviction and skill. I knew there was a whore slumbering inside you, and I'm pleased to see she's found an outlet. You surpassed my highest expectations. With a masculine body like yours, you still had your boss wrapped around your finger, and your lips around his cock at all times. That's why we're here, and that's why I'll allow your little arrogant outburst," Bridget@@ responds magnanimously. <<if settings.pussy>>@@.orange;"Now though, I want you to calm down, little one, [[lay back|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery 2 - CUMSLUT]], and let Mistress take over," Bridget@@ "suggests" while pushing you back onto the table and dropping an anaesthetic mask over your face before you can react. The world goes black while hands knead and violate your body.\ \ <<else>>@@.orange;"You did well, but your current form is quite an obvious hindrance to your purpose. The reward waiting for you here will rectify that. I may be harsh sometimes, but I acknowledge your cooperation and hard work, so I want to make things easier for you. It'll also save your butt some strain."@@ Save my--? Oh... @@.orange;"What do you say, darling?"@@ Do you let her give you a beautiful pussy? [[Getting a pussy doesn't sound so bad.|Day 7 - Pussy Surgery 2 - CUMSLUT]] <<if $cumslutTattoo is 0>>[[Getting a pussy sounds like the worst idea you can imagine.|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[Getting a pussy sounds like the worst idea you can imagine.|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>> @@.orange;"Pff, ungrateful little wench."@@\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $penis = 0>><<set $penis2 = 1>>When you slowly awaken, you don't feel all that different at first. Your breasts aren't larger, your ass isn't expanded, neither are your lips. Nothing has been added. But between your legs, there's... nothing. No slight pull or rubbing against anything. Momentarily, you stand up, only to fall on your butt again, realising you should probably get your wits about you for at least a few seconds. @@.purple;Astrid@@ sympathises, and brings you a full-length mirror. When she's back, you actually manage to stay on your heels again. The sight absolutely stuns you. Your proud, fake <<if $chest gte 6, $chest lt 7>>DD cup @@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $chest gte 7, $chest lt 8>>E cup @@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $chest gte 8, $chest lt 9>>F cup @@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $chest gte 9, $chest lt 10>>G cup @@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $chest gte 10, $chest lt 11>>H cup @@.pink;tits@@<<elseif $chest gte 11>>I cup @@.pink;tits@@<<endif>> immediately catch the eyes of anybody who would look at you. And who wouldn't want to? Those round jugs that defy gravity, those plump, dick-sucking lips with whorish, glossy lipstick on it, and your juicy ass, jiggling wildly whenever you strut on your insane heels. But the picture is now completed by what sits right next to your rear. Fat labia that are so perfectly smooth, covering you up down there, only parting slightly at the top to make way for an equally sizable clitoris, inviting a touch. Not in the mood to mess around while you have an audience, you go on to use two finger to spread your labia and get a look inside. Looks just like the ones you've seen in your time, and tight as well. Now at the latest, the apprehension (or perhaps the anticipation?) you felt before the operation turned into a fire of excitement. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"What do we do if she gets pregnant."@@<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"But what if she gets, like, preggers?"@@<<endif>> Splash. That much for your excitement. @@.pink;"I can get pregnant now?!"@@ @@.astrid;"Hey, you asked for the 'complete' package, don't blame me, I work off the order written down for me."@@ You didn't exactly order it yourself, but you suppose you <em>could</em> have thought about this. @@.astrid;"Don't worry, you've got a womb, but we've got no way to know whether it's functional, much less fertile, until it happens."@@ @@.pink;"It?"@@, you ask. @@.astrid;"It"@@, Astrid reassures you, nodding. Great, not only pregnancy, but periods on top of it. <<if $bimbo is 1>>@@.red;"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, I've got all of that organised, we'll deal with the eventuality tomorrow"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ explains.<<elseif $bimbo is 2>>@@.bunny;"Oh, no worries@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, I totally have it all figured out. I'm gonna explain everything to you tomorrow in super hot@@ @@.pink;sister shenanigans@@@@.bunny;!"@@, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ rejoices.<<endif>> Well, you're not going to let that bring you down. If anything, it does make the experience more complete and will be an interesting lesson, if a burdensome one. You're resolved to enjoy this feeling of being <em>whole</em> <<if $bimboTattoo is 1>>[[all the way home.|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<else>>[[all the way home.|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - BIMBO]]<<endif>>

<<set $penis = 0>><<set $penis2 = 1>>When you slowly awaken, you don't feel all that different at first. Your breasts aren't larger, your ass isn't expanded, neither are your lips. Nothing has been added. But between your legs, there's... nothing. No slight pull or rubbing against anything. Momentarily, you stand up, only to fall on your butt again, realising you should probably get your wits about you for at least a few seconds. @@.purple;Astrid@@ sympathises, and brings you a full-length mirror. When she's back, you actually manage to stay on your heels again. The sight absolutely stuns you. Your proud <<if $chest gte 0, $chest lt 1>>a completely flat chest<<elseif $chest gte 1, $chest lt 2>>small chest bumps<<elseif $chest gte 2, $chest lt 3>>A cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 3, $chest lt 4>>B cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 4, $chest lt 5>>C cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 5, $chest lt 6>>D cup breasts<<elseif $chest gte 6, $chest lt 7>>DD cup tits<<elseif $chest gte 7, $chest lt 8>>E cup tits<<elseif $chest gte 8, $chest lt 9>>F cup tits<<elseif $chest gte 9, $chest lt 10>>G cup tits<<elseif $chest gte 10, $chest lt 11>>H cup tits<<elseif $chest gte 11>>I cup tits<<endif>> immediately catch the eyes of anybody who would look at you. And who wouldn't want to? Those round jugs that defy gravity, those @@.azure;plump@@, dick-sucking lips with whorish, glossy lipstick on it, and your juicy ass, jiggling wildly whenever you strut on your insane heels. But the picture is now completed by what sits right next to your rear. Fat labia that are so perfectly smooth, covering you up down there, only parting slightly at the top to make way for an equally sizable clitoris, inviting a touch. Not in the mood to mess around while you have an audience, you go on to use two finger to spread your labia and get a look inside. Looks just like the ones you've seen in your time, and tight as well. Now at the latest, the apprehension (or perhaps the anticipation?) you felt before the operation turned into a fire of excitement. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"What do we do if she gets pregnant?"@@<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"What about pregnancy?"@@<<endif>> Splash. That much for your excitement. <<if $lipImplant is 1>>@@.azure;"I can get -regnant now?!"@@<<else>>@@.azure;"I can get pregnant now?!"@@<<endif>> @@.purple;"Hey, you asked for the 'complete' package, don't blame me, I work off the order written down for me."@@ You didn't exactly order it yourself, but you suppose you <em>could</em> have thought about this. @@.purple;"Don't worry, you've got a womb, but we've got no way to know whether it's functional, much less fertile, until it happens."@@ @@.azure;"It?"@@, you ask. @@.purple;"It"@@, Astrid reassures you, nodding. Great, not only pregnancy, but periods on top of it. <<if $cumslut is 1>>@@.red;"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, I've got all of that organised, we'll deal with the eventuality tomorrow"@@, @@.red;Bonnie@@ explains.<<elseif $cumslut is 2>>@@.orange;"I'm not a cruel mistress, as you're fully aware. We're going to meet up tomorrow once more, and I will cover the basics from periods to pregnancy scares. Just imagine the tippy tapping of tiny whore feet on your apartment floor!"@@, she teases. You really don't need that image in your head.<<endif>> Well, you're not going to let that bring you down. If anything, it does make the experience more complete and will be an interesting lesson, if a burdensome one. You're resolved to enjoy this feeling of being <em>whole</em> <<if $cumslutTattoo is 1>>[[all the way home.|Day 7 - Back Home, Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<else>>[[all the way home.|Day 7 - Back Home, No Tattoo - CUMSLUT]]<<endif>>

<<if $bimbo is 1>>\ \ @@.red;Bonnie@@ bursts through your door, waking you up viciously. @@.red;"Now, you shouldn't be too scared or anxious,"@@ she starts, almost in the middle of a sentence. @@.red;"Your choice will prove to be a blessing, you'll see. In the top 3 list of annoyances though, periods are definitely a contender. We don't know yet whether you'll have any, but it's best to be prepared, so you'll find a full box of tampons in your bathroom, they will last you quite a while."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. That sure took the romance out of your @@.azure;awakening@@. You can't believe you're saying this, but you'd much prefer @@.azure;getting your fuckpillows raped@@ right now, compared to this nasty business. And you're not sure that's the choker speaking. @@.red;"The next order of business will leave you with two options. Pregnancy and contraception. Now, I can tell you, most men will <em>not</em> wear a rubber. Not even you did, back then... Then again, we don't even know if your equipment is functioning in that regard. If I were you though, I wouldn't want to risk it, that's for sure. Your tampons are already paid for, but this shit does not come cheap."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.red;"$$100 a week if you decide to take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.azure;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.azure;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>> @@.red;"Delivery fees." Bonnie@@ grins. @@.red;"Don't kid yourself, you'd have no clue what to buy, would you?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. @@.red;"And you're getting this nice introduction from me! Seriously, your choice is my pills or no pills. You may get a month's worth for half my price maybe, but what if you pick the wrong kind? $$50 for nothing, may as well not take any to begin with. So what'll it be, sweet cheeks?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... [[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bonnie.|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - CUMSLUT][$contraception2 = 1, $cash -= 100]] [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - CUMSLUT]]\ \ <<elseif $bimbo is 2>>\ \ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ startles you awake with her high-pitched voice. @@.bunny;"Don't be scared or anything. You'll see that having a pussy is, like, the best!"@@ she proclaims as if you were just having this conversation already. @@.bunny;"Periods are party poopers though. But we don't know if you'll even have any. If you don't you're the luckiest girl ever! All the fun and no icky blood down there. But I got you some tampons, for the worst case."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. Awkward doesn't even describe the situation of getting an introduction to menstruation by a mental 8-year-old. @@.azure;That's true. Time to just dump her and use that pussy to reel in some studs~@@ @@.bunny;"You also gotta worry about getting preggo and rubbers and stuff. Guys totally don't like 'em, so I guess that means you gotta take pills, because I know you're all about the guys *teehee* just like me! If you don't get periods, you don't get pregnant I think... so you'll have to figure out if it's, like, too risky for you. I paid the tampons, which is okie, but the pills are like, real expensive."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.bunny;"Gotta pay me $$100 a week if you wanna take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.azure;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.azure;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Well yeah, but shopping is pretty expensive too." Bunny@@ giggles. @@.bunny;"Sure, you can buy them on your own, but would you even know what kind to get?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. @@.bunny;"And you're getting this nice introduction from me! So just tell me yes or no. Whatcha say?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... [[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bunny.|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - CUMSLUT][$contraception2 = 1, $cash -= 100]] [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - CUMSLUT]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $cumslut is 1>>\ \ @@.red;Bonnie@@ bursts through your door, waking you up viciously. @@.red;"Now, you shouldn't be too scared or anxious,"@@ she starts, almost in the middle of a sentence. @@.red;"Your choice will prove to be a blessing, you'll see. In the top 3 list of annoyances though, periods are definitely a contender. We don't know yet whether you'll have any, but it's best to be prepared, so you'll find a full box of tampons in your bathroom, they will last you quite a while."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. That sure took the romance out of your @@.azure;awakening@@. You can't believe you're saying this, but you'd much prefer @@.azure;getting your fuckpillows raped@@ right now, compared to this nasty business. And you're not sure that's the choker speaking. @@.red;"The next order of business will leave you with two options. Pregnancy and contraception. Now, I can tell you, most men will <em>not</em> wear a rubber. Not even you did, back then... Then again, we don't even know if your equipment is functioning in that regard. If I were you though, I wouldn't want to risk it, that's for sure. Your tampons are already paid for, but this shit does not come cheap."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.red;"$$100 a week if you decide to take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.pink;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>> @@.red;"Delivery fees." Bonnie@@ grins. @@.red;"Don't kid yourself, you'd have no clue what to buy, would you?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. @@.red;"And you're getting this nice introduction from me! Seriously, your choice is my pills or no pills. You may get a month's worth for half my price maybe, but what if you pick the wrong kind? $$50 for nothing, may as well not take any to begin with. So what'll it be, sweet cheeks?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... [[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bonnie.|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - BIMBO][$contraception2 = 1, $cash -= 100]] [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - BIMBO]]\ \ <<elseif $cumslut is 2>>\ \ @@.orange;Bridget@@ bursts through your door, waking you up viciously. @@.orange;"Now, you shouldn't be too scared or anxious,"@@ she starts as if you'd already been talking for an hour, no hello or good morning. @@.orange;"Your choice will prove to be a blessing, you'll see. In the top 3 list of annoyances though, periods are definitely a contender. Whether you'll have any at all is dependent on@@ @@.purple;Astrid@@@@.orange;'s expertise and chance, I suppose. In case you do come across this issue, I left you some solutions for that in the bathroom."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. You can't believe you're saying this, but between this awkward conversation and being forced onto a cock, you'd much rather @@.pink;be stuck on a hard rod@@ right now. @@.orange;"Not irrelevant to that first issue, pregnancy, and how to avoid it. Do not count on condoms. Not with any man. You will see none, believe me. It's unclear as of yet whether pregnancy will concern you at all, but suppose it does, then you surely want to have options. I paid for your tampons already, some reparation for the inconveniences you'll undoubtedly face while adapting to your newfound wholeness. But these pills I organised ran me a good chunk of money which I don't intend to simply front for you."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.orange;"$$100 a week if you decide to take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. <<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.pink;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.pink;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>> @@.orange;"Hey now, that's including the friendship discount already." Bridget@@ grins. @@.orange;"Honestly, do you even know where to get any? Or what kind for that matter?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. @@.orange;"Plus this free course in female hygiene and contraception. Don't be ungrateful, take them or leave them, but these pills go through me. Any thoughts?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... [[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bridget.|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - BIMBO][$contraception2 = 1, $cash -= 100]] [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 2, Day 1 - The First Day - BIMBO]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0>>\ \ Walking past a monitor, it springs to life, revealing @@.red;Bonnie@@'s face. <<if $penis2 is 0 and $penis3 is 0>>@@.red;Bonnie@@ starts talking immediately. @@.red;"Now, you shouldn't be too scared or anxious. Your choice will prove to be a blessing, you'll see,"@@ she announces ominously, as if you're supposed to know what she's talking about. @@.red;"I apologise for the small delay. I figured this would best be dealt with 1-on-1, just between us <em>girls</em>."@@ Ah, your operation... @@.red;"In the top 3 list of annoyances, periods are definitely a contender. We don't know yet whether you'll have any, but it's best to be prepared, so you'll find a full box of tampons in your bathroom, they will last you quite a while."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. That sure took the romance out of your @@.fetish;awakening@@. You can't believe you're saying this, but you'd much prefer @@.fetish;getting railed@@ right now, compared to this nasty business. And you're not sure that's the choker speaking. @@.red;"The next order of business will leave you with two options. Pregnancy and contraception. Now, I can tell you, your friends here at home will <em>not</em> wear a rubber. Not even you did, back then... Then again, we don't even know if your equipment is functioning in that regard. If I were you though, I wouldn't want to risk it, that's for sure. Your tampons are already paid for, but this shit does not come cheap."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.red;"$$100 a week if you decide to take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! E-en I know they come way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! E-en I know they come way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.red;"Delivery fees." Bonnie@@ grins. @@.red;"Don't kid yourself, you'd have no clue what to buy, would you?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. @@.red;"Not to mention that you're not getting out to begin with. And you're getting this nice introduction from me! Seriously, your choice is my pills or no pills. Outside, you may get a month's worth for half my price maybe, but what if you pick the wrong kind? $$50 for nothing, may as well not take any to begin with. So what'll it be, sweet cheeks?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... <<if $cash gte 100>>[[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bonnie.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day][$contraception4 = 1, $cash -= 100]]<<else>><s>Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bonnie.</s> You wish you could, but you're a broke-ass bitch.<<endif>> [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day]]\ \ <<else>>@@.red;"Hey girl. Hope you had a terrific welcome at your new home. You'll fit in here too well, I promise you." "Anyway, my reason for calling is something I forgot yesterday. Although it is beneficial to talk to you alone... You know the deal, a hundred bucks for me or a hundred thousand until your darling baby moves out into the world of whoring on her own. What'll it be?"@@ Charming, as ever. Do you pay $$100 for contraceptives? <<if $cash gte 100>>[[Sure fucking will.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day][$contraception4 = 1, $cash -= 100]]<<else>><s>Sure fucking will.</s> If I had the cash, that is...<<endif>> [[Nah, not this week.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day]]\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<else>>\ \ Your walk is really long once again. You pass a monitor, but it's dead and doesn't seem to react to you at all. Not wanting to make surveillance easier for your captors, [[you hurry past it.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0>>\ \ Walking past a monitor, it springs to life, revealing @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s face. <<if $penis2 is 0 and $penis3 is 0>>@@.bunny;Bunny@@ starts up immediately. @@.bunny;"Don't be scared or anything. You'll see that having a pussy is, like, the best!"@@ Oh, not this again... @@.bunny;"Periods are party poopers though. But we don't know if you'll even have any. If you don't you're the luckiest girl ever! All the fun and no icky blood down there. But I got you some tampons, for the worst case."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. Awkward doesn't even describe the situation of getting an introduction to menstruation by a mental 8-year-old. <<if $fetishChoker is 1>>@@.fetish;That's true. Time to just dump her and put that pussy to good use!@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;"Sorry that I didn't like, talk to you sooner. I didn't know if@@ @@.desiree;Dizzy@@ @@.bunny;wanted to listen to all this icky business. You also gotta worry about getting preggo and rubbers and stuff, by the way. Guys totally won't wear any, so I guess that means you gotta take pills. If you don't get periods, you don't get pregnant of course... so you'll have to figure out if it's, like, too risky for you. I paid the tampons, which is okie, but the pills are like, real expensive."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.bunny;"Gotta pay me $$100 a week if you wanna take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! E-en I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! E-en I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.bunny;"Well yeah, but shopping is pretty expensive too." Bunny@@ giggles. @@.bunny;"Sure, you can buy them on your own, but would you even know what kind to get?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. Needless to say, you're trapped in this facility, too. @@.bunny;"And you're getting this nice introduction from me! So just tell me yes or no. Whatcha say?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... <<if $cash gte 100>>[[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bunny.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day][$contraception4 = 1, $cash -= 100]]<<else>><s>Yes, you'll buy the pills off @@.bunny;Bunny@@.</s> Or at least you would, if you weren't a broke-ass bitch.<<endif>> [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day]]\ \ <<else>>@@.bunny;"Heeeeyyyyy,"@@ she starts squealing immediately, @@.bunny;"I totally forgot to ask about your pills yesterday.@@ @@.desiree;Dizzy@@ @@.bunny;probably wouldn't like me talking about it. Anywayyyyy, do you want to get some new pills, or are you gonna be a bimbo-- I mean baby mama?"@@ What a sales pitch. Do you buy another week's worth of contraceptives for $$100? <<if $cash gte 100>>[[Of course.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day][$contraception4 = 1, $cash -= 100]]<<else>><s>Of course.</s> Or at least you would, if you weren't so strapped for cash.<<endif>> [[No, let's skip out on them this week.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day]]\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<else>>\ \ Your walk is really long once again. You pass a monitor, but it's dead and doesn't seem to react to you at all. Not wanting to make surveillance easier for your captors, [[you hurry past it.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0>>\ \ Walking past a monitor, it springs to life, revealing @@.orange;Bridget@@'s face. <<if $penis2 is 0 and $penis3 is 0>>@@.orange;"Now, you shouldn't be too scared or anxious,"@@ she starts like you're already in the middle of a conversation. Why should you be anxious, being kidnapped and tortured after identity theft and sex change are already on the list? Regular Tuesday for you. @@.orange;"Your choice will prove to be a blessing, you'll see. On the top 3 list of annoyances though, periods are definitely a contender. Whether you'll have any at all is dependent on@@ @@.purple;Astrid@@@@.orange;'s expertise and chance, I suppose. In case you do come across this issue, I brought some with me."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. You can't believe you're saying this, but between this awkward conversation and being forced onto a cock, you'd much rather @@.fetish;be stuck on a hard rod@@ right now. @@.orange;"Not irrelevant to that first issue, pregnancy, and how to avoid it. Do not count on condoms. Not with men. You will see no rubbers, believe me. It's unclear as of yet whether pregnancy will concern you at all, but suppose it does, then you surely want to have options. I paid for your tampons already, some reparation for the inconveniences you'll undoubtedly face. But these pills I organised ran me a good chunk of money which I don't intend to simply front for you."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.orange;"$$100 a week if you decide to take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. <<if $fetishChoker is 0>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.cyan;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! E-en I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.cyan;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>><<elseif $fetishChoker is 1>><<if $lipImplant is 1 and settings.lisp>>@@.fetish;"A hundred -ucks?! That's crazy! E-en I know they co-e way chea-er than that, es-ecially only a week's worth."@@<<else>>@@.fetish;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@<<endif>><<endif>> @@.orange;"Hey now, that's including the friendship discount already." Bridget@@ grins. @@.orange;"Honestly, do you even know where to get any? Or what kind for that matter?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. Not to mention getting out of this facility to begin with. @@.orange;"Plus this free course in female hygiene and contraception. Don't be ungrateful, take them or leave them, but these pills go through me. Any thoughts?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... <<if $cash gte 100>>[[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bridget.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day][$contraception4 = 1, $cash -= 100]]<<else>><s>Yes, you'll buy the pills off @@.bunny;Bunny@@.</s> Or at least you would, if you weren't a broke-ass bitch.<<endif>> [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day]]\ \ <<else>>@@.orange;"Good morning,"@@ she greets you, @@.orange;"It pains me to admit that I forgot something yesterday. Mea culpa. I figured I'd give you the option of purchasing another round of contraceptive pills, same deal as before. Interested?"@@ Sure are. Do you buy another week's worth of contraceptives for $$100? <<if $cash gte 100>>[[Of course.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day][$contraception4 = 1, $cash -= 100]]<<else>><s>Of course.</s> Or at least you would, if you weren't so strapped for cash.<<endif>> [[No, let's skip out on them this week.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day]]\ \ <<endif>>\ \ <<else>>\ \ Your walk is really long once again. You pass a monitor, but it's dead and doesn't seem to react to you at all. Not wanting to make surveillance easier for your captors, [[you hurry past it.|Week 4, Day 2 - Getting On With The Day]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<if $penis is 0>>After that rather awkward procedure, @@.pink;Bunny@@ is quick to disappear with out a word. What a great start to your day, and it won't stop there. <<endif>>Outside, you notice that you slightly overestimated the length of the trench coat. A little late to notice that. Itâ€™s not that big of a deal, but now it just barely reaches the top of your knees. You hadnâ€™t accounted for how high your tits ride these days. Fortunately, the walk to the clinic passes uneventfully, save for the countless stares that make you wonder whether people <em>know</em> youâ€™re completely naked underneath. When you step into the clinic, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is upon you almost instantly. She directs some nurses to take care of her things hastily before addressing you. @@.astrid;"Good morning...@@ @@.pink;$firstname@@@@.astrid;, was it?"@@ She just saw you yesterday... @@.astrid;"You're right on time. Just take the first door on the right there. It says 'Staff', but we'll get that sorted out after you picked an outfit. Go on, it's all laid out for you. I'll come pick you up when you're done."@@ Well, looks like [[you've got something to do then.|Week 2, Day 1 - Outfit Choice - FUCKTOY]]

The door opens to reveal a cramped storage room that could use some dusting. Hopefully that won't be your job, @@.pink;traipsing around in a French Maid outfit with a feather duster, bending over at the waist until a customer with a fat cock comes around to--@@ Uhh... yeah. You can hardly turn around in the narrow space between the shelves. They even stuffed a full-length mirror in here somehow, which should at least come in handy once you navigate around it. Moving some boxes out of the way, you find three outfits, which you fear are intended for you. Alright, let's get a good look, which should be quite easy, considering how oddly bright and well-lit this room is. <center><<if settings.pictures>>[[Evening Dress|Evening Dress Choice - FUCKTOY]] <<else>>[img[images/Fucktoy/Evening Dress Cropped.jpg][Evening Dress Choice - FUCKTOY]]<<endif>><<if settings.pictures>>[[Lovely Latex Outfit|Lovely Latex Choice - FUCKTOY]] <<else>> [img[images/Fucktoy/Latex Cropped.jpg][Lovely Latex Choice - FUCKTOY]]<<endif>><<if settings.pictures>>[[Hot... Hot Pants|Hot... Hot Pants Choice - FUCKTOY]] <<else>> [img[images/Fucktoy/Hot Pants Cropped.jpg][Hot... Hot Pants Choice - FUCKTOY]]<<endif>></center>

<<set $eveningclothes to 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shirt to "an elegant, but revealing evening dress showing a lot of cleavage, barely hiding your areolae, and thin straps">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, covering your legs completely if it weren't for the hip-high slit on the left side">><<set $underwear to "a surprisingly modest black lace thong">><<set $shoes to "very open, black 4 inch heels with a diamond ankle strap">><<set $makeup to "make-up with a theme of reds">><<set $makeupModifier to "thick, yet classy">><<set $fingernails to "with elegant red nails">><<set $toenails to "with bright red toe nails">>\ \ Out of your three options, this is probably the most elegant choice. That's relatively speaking of course; this dress still oozes sex. You hadn't expected any less from @@.bunny;Bunny@@. This evening dress is made in a halter top style, with two straps going over your shoulders to hold it up. They're so thin that wearing a bra would ruin the look, and you can't find one in this pile anyway. It goes without saying that the dress shows a lot of cleavage, which you're sure is part of @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s stringent criteria when evaluating clothes. The bottom of the dress is generally very long and covers you up to the ankles, if it weren't for a huge cut in one side that goes all the way to your hips. One of your legs is always going to be exposed no matter how you stand or walk. While the lack of a bra is concerning, you at least get an unassuming, but sexy pair of black lace panties. Paired with the dress, you get very open black high heels with a diamond ankle strap that strongly resembles the choker you're wearing around your neck. Almost your entire foot is exposed as the shoe only consists of the heel, ankle strap, sole, heel support and a strap going over your toes. [img[images/Fucktoy/Evening Dress.jpg]] [[Take this outfit.|Week 2, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $latexclothes = 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shirt to "a tight black latex dress, with some transparent detailing over your chest">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "the dress' skirt, reaching just over your ass and clinging to your curves">><<set $underwear to "no panties">><<set $shoes to "dark red pumps with 4 inch heels">><<set $makeup to "dark make-up">><<set $makeupModifier to "pronounced, serious">><<set $fingernails to "with deep black nails">><<set $toenails to "with shiny black toe nails">>\ \ This choice at least hides more than the evening dress does... right? Kind of. Up top, you should definitely be covered up better. The black latex dress is sleeveless and reaches almost far enough up your neck to hide your choker, but not quite. It clings to your curves and your skin. The ornate patterns over your chest are partly hiding it from view, but the netting clearly allows some curious looks at your cleavage. What makes it worse is the aforementioned tightness; even while soft, your nipples are going to be visible through the thin rubber<<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>, especially thanks to the studs pierced through them<<endif>>. There's no denying that you'd be showing less cleavage than with the evening dress, that's for sure. Below, it's a little more tricky. While there's no huge cut in the side, the dress uniformly reaches your mid-thigh at best, probably not even that. If you were to bend over in this, you don't want to imagine how much of your body you'd be flashing to everybody behind you. Actually, you do; there are no panties in this pile, so you'd be flaunting absolutely everything. As with the other outfits, this one doesn't allow you a bra either. Figures. On your feet, you'd be wearing dark red pumps with a 4 inch heel, giving the outfit a little more colour. [img[images/Fucktoy/Latex.jpg]] [[Take this outfit.|Week 2, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $hotclothes = 1>><<set $chokerHidden to 0>><<set $shirt to "a tight, white, belly-free t-shirt, susceptible to become transparent when wet">><<set $bra to "no bra @@.pink;*teehee*@@">><<set $bottomwear to "denim shorts, crudely cut into hot pants">><<set $underwear to "a white lace thong">><<set $shoes to "white ankle boots with 4 inch heels, for a Western feel">><<set $makeup to "make-up with a classic theme of light reds">><<set $makeupModifier to "thick, yet subtle">><<set $fingernails to "with discreet, rose-coloured nails">><<set $toenails to "with hardly painted, pink toe nails">>\ \ This outfit is definitely the simplest choice. It's not something as eye-catching as latex, or as upper-class as an evening dress, but that doesn't take away form its erotic appeal. To start things off, you have a belly-free, short-sleeved white t-shirt. Its neckline goes down some way, but doesn't reveal much cleavage, if any. Like the other options, this clings tightly to your body, with obvious effects. The lack of bra means your nipples are likely going to leave some dents in the shirt<<if $nipplePiercing is 1>>, especially since your nipple studs keep them permanently stiff<<endif>>. Its tightness combined with the colour definitely raises concerns about humidity. If you were to get caught out in the rain, you could basically go nude altogether. You saw that once in a... uhh... movie a friend showed you. Yeah. Your hips will be embraced by a pair of cut up jeans. Their legs have been cut off as high as you would imagine is possible. At least if covering your ass is the idea. Below your butt crease is exactly where the pants stop now, revealing your whole, long legs to the world. You're grateful for the white lace thong that peeks slightly out of the back of the pants, because the rough material would otherwise chafe your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;boyclit@@<<else>>@@.pink;pussy@@<<endif>> something fierce. On your feet, you're wearing white leather ankle boots with a 4 inch heel. Combined with your denim hot pants, they give this outfit a sort of American feel. You're glad you won't have to wear a cowboy hat though. At least you can't see one. [img[images/Fucktoy/Hot Pants.jpg]] [[Take this outfit.|Week 2, Day 1 - Clothes Chosen - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $emptiness = 1>>\ \ /* +1 Emptiness because Astrid's smack on your ass reminds you of how little your butt has grown so far */\ \ You step out of the supply closet, still tugging away at your unfamiliar <<if $eveningclothes is 1>>thin dress straps<<elseif $latexclothes is 1>>rubber clothing<<else>>tight hot pants<<endif>>. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ promised she'd come pick you up as soon as you're done, and you can see her keeping that promise. She's approaching you straight away. @@.astrid;"Took your sweet time, didn't you?"@@ she lightly accuses you. @@.astrid;"It paid off though. Our customers will eat you up."@@ The customers? What do you have to do with them? The surgically enhanced blonde -- @@.pink;*teehee* that title applies to you too!@@ -- picks up on your confusion. @@.astrid;"So@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ @@.astrid;didn't tell you? Why am I even asking. Of course she didn't. Well, she's got you all set to face another set of challenges this week. That part you probably already figured out. Since you're no longer gainfully employed, she asked me to take care of you. This is your new job,"@@ she waves nowhere in particular, just highlighting the clinic as a whole, you think. Unless the waiting room is really exciting to her. @@.pink;"So what's my actual job then?"@@ you get somewhat impatient. @@.astrid;"This," Astrid@@ does nothing but indicate the waiting room again. She reads your patience running thin though. @@.astrid;"Alright, I guess it'll fall to me to tell you anyway. Don't take it out on me, I'm just the messenger,"@@ she tries to cover her ass before she's even begun. @@.astrid;"Your job here is twofold. Firstly, you will take care of the waiting room. Or more accurately, of the people waiting."@@ Well, that's no surprise. Maybe a little. A beauty clinic is likely to have a predominantly female clientele, which is a big change of pace compared to last week. @@.astrid;"Many of our patients bring along their spouses, who get bored depending on the length of the procedure."@@ Almost like she read your mind, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ shoots you down again. Beautiful. @@.astrid;"You'll be a welcome addition to our team. The last service girl quit just recently, and we haven't had time to fill her position yet. I heard you had a lot of practice with the relevant skills last week."@@ You want to come back at that, but fall mute. It doesn't look like you'll be spared these reminders of your failure -- even a mirror can be your worst enemy, as you noticed this morning -- so maybe it's best to stay quiet and hope for a change of subject. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ sees that you're not biting, and indeed moves on. @@.astrid;"We'll be paying you $$300 flat for those services at the end of the week. Your second responsibility, and second opportunity to earn some money, is more closely related to the work we do here at the clinic."@@ Oh boy, this is gonna be great. @@.astrid;"You'll be... sort of like a model. When customers request to see how a certain modification or treatment is going to look, we'll ask you to undergo the surgery first, so they know what to expect. If you do, you get a little bonus."@@ @@.pink;"You don't have any before-and-after pictures whatsoever?"@@ you point out. @@.astrid;"@@@@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.astrid;'s donation came very recently. Our clinic has been constantly researching and developing new treatments independently as well, but we're a relatively small outfit. Some of our more experimental procedures haven't had approval yet, but we're told that won't be an issue with an enterprising young@@ @@.pink;slut@@ @@.astrid;like yourself. Of course, the treatments we've thought up since the material donation haven't been entered into our catalogue of photos yet either. Happy?" Astrid@@ clearly would like you working instead of asking questions. @@.pink;"Ecstatic,"@@ you roll your eyes. @@.astrid;"I'll remind you of your sarcasm when I see you nibbling on a cock like a delicious popsicle. One more thing you need though," Astrid@@ announces, and you almost feel yourself tense up. Reaching into a pocket of her faux lab coat, she takes out a little plaque and fixes it to your <<if $hotclothes is 1>>shirt<<else>>dress<<endif>>. It reads, <span style="color:red;">"My name is @@.pink;Kandi@@, nice to blow you!"</span> As if that weren't enough, the letter i on your name is dotted with a cute, curvy heart. @@.astrid;"And would you look at that, people coming in!" Astrid@@ calls back your attention. @@.astrid;"Time to shine, sweet cheeks. Get to work,"@@ she slaps you on your ass and lets you just stand there. <<if $eveningclothes is 1>>The dress is so thin it's almost transparent in places, so it does little to slow @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s hand.<<elseif $latexclothes is 1>>The tight rubber only seems to amplify @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s butt smack, leaving you rubbing your behind in pain a little.<<else>>The denim catches at least some of the force of @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s slap, but you're pretty sure some of the people in the waiting room noticed.<<endif>> Your butt hasn't grown a lot last week, compared to some of your other assets. In this place, that invariably summons images of you getting silicone pillows stuffed into you until you have an eye-catching @@.pink;booty@@ that drives men wild. The picture of you with an attention-demanding butt doesn't leave you as [[you approach the waiting area.|Week 2, Day 1 - Get to Work, Gurl - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $emptiness += 1>>\ \ /* Falling on your ass once again reminds you how badly cushioned you are back there. The titfuck you gave wasn't quite enough to allow you an orgasm either. */\ \ You make your way over to the waiting room with some trepidation. You're wondering how this normally works, and are understandably hesitant to make the first move. The only woman sitting in the waiting room seems willing to help you out with that. @@.random;"Do you work here?"@@ she outright asks you as she picks up her purse from her husband's lap. After some pause, you nod, trying your hardest not to look at your nametag. @@.random;"Great...@@ @@.pink;<span style="text-shadow: 1px 1px white;">Kandi</span>@@@@.random;. Really?"@@ She already noticed. You nod again. The woman rolls her eyes. @@.random;"Whatever, just keep my hubby busy while I get myself juiced up, alright? And you,"@@ she turns to her man, @@.random;"don't enjoy it too much, or you're sleeping on the couch. Got that?"@@ The man nods hurriedly, and his wife pats him on the cheek, smiling. She leaves the room, meeting up with a nurse waiting in the doorway. You idly wonder what procedure she's going to get, but her husband is quick to focus your attention elsewhere. He whistles, so you look back at him, and are immediately greeted by a <em>rock</em>-hard erection. Instinctively, you recoil and face away from it, but the sight of it is soon affecting your @@.pink;choker-addled@@ mind. You're getting paid for this, you try to remind yourself. As the thought finishes, you start to question whether that's actually a positive development at all. You're a prostitute, for all intents and purposes. That didn't take long. However revolted you may feel, this is currently your only chance at keeping your apartment. Time to play the part. @@.pink;"How would you like it, Sir?"@@ you try to get this over with. @@.blue;"Manners, I like that. And so deferential, too. Do you know what that word means, darling?"@@ he asks you patronisingly. @@.pink;"Yes, I do... Sir."@@ @@.blue;"It means showing respect to your superior,"@@ he explains nonetheless. @@.blue;"To me."@@ He lets that hang in the air for a while. You're tempted to respond, but know that it'd be futile. Trying to maintain a stone-like expression is your best move, but given the man's confident grin, your disdain is probably showing. It also means he's done with this game, hopefully. @@.blue;"I'll have a go at those tits of yours,"@@ the man declares. @@.blue;"Look like the only developed part of you, in all honesty. Decided to pump yourself full of implants but ran out of money after your jugs were done?"@@ You actually weren't sure how you'd explain that one away, but that's a really good excuse he set you up with. You'll have to keep that one in mind. @@.pink;"Pretty much, sir,"@@ you respond, not having to try hard to fake embarrassment in this position. <<if $latexclothes is 1>>You pull your dress down to let your puppies breathe free. The dress being as tight as it is makes them stand up even more firmly<<if $chestImplant is 1>> than the implants already cause them to<<endif>>, and you can see the man suddenly falling silent.<<else>>Your clothes would actually allow the guy to fuck your tits without you undressing. Indicating your top, you look at him with raised eyebrows, and he approves after contemplating it for a bit.<<endif>> Figuring out where you should position yourself, you eventually end up deciding on the classic: kneeling between his legs. Lifting your heavy chest up, you struggle slightly to carry your bulging @@.pink;tits@@ all the way over his dick, for it to drop right into your mammary valley. For a few moments, you get a little experimental, letting his cock slip into your mouth at the apex of each thrust. It's a technique more suited to lying on your back though, while he dictates the pace, so you go back to focus on @@.pink;pleasing him@@ normally. This definitely works better, but every now and then, you have to mix things up to keep them @@.pink;fun@@. @@.blue;"Yeah, I know all about that,"@@ the man resumes talking, though you're not sure what about. @@.blue;"My wife? Told her she should get some plastics like yours. Does she do it? <em>Noooo</em>, that's for cheap whores, she tells me."@@ @@.pink;Smart woman.@@ @@.blue;"But comes here every week to have something or other done to her face. And I have to pay for it! That sound fair to you?"@@ You rub your @@.pink;cans@@ diligently over his @@.pink;hard@@ meat, and already find the @@.pink;fog@@ taking over parts of your mind. @@.pink;"No... no, sir, that doesn't sound fair at all!"@@ you chime into his protest absentmindedly, focussed on the friction between your @@.pink;funbags@@. @@.blue;"Damn straight. You're a@@ @@.pink;good@@ @@.blue;little@@ @@.pink;girl@@@@.blue;, you know that?"@@ the man praises you, and gives you a little burst of pleasure from the compliment. @@.blue;"You still single?"@@ he asks. You take a bit to process the question, then nod. @@.blue;"You'll make a lucky man very happy one day. A luckier man than me. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>Oof, girl, that silicone is pressing into me reeaaal nice.<<else>>You're doing a fine job down there.<<endif>> Keep it up."@@ You intended to. Falling into a rhythm is really easy. Your mind grows hazier, sleepier by the second, as the cock before you comes closer, then moves away. Comes closer, moves away. Closer, away. All the while, it gives you such @@.pink;sparkly@@ nice feelings. You're just grateful for the @@.pink;nice@@ penis between your @@.pink;puppies@@. While you're working @@.pink;hard@@, a female voice stirs you from the side. @@.random;"Hummy, I'm bbaaaag!"@@ the wife comes back, with her lips blown up like balloons. Her husband had started to relax between your comfortable @@.pink;titties@@, but when he sees his wife, he immediately tenses up. You feel that tension run all the way to his dick, which twitches twice in short succession before allowing your face to be dripping with his seed. His wife doesn't like that at all. @@.random;"<em>Ambrew</em>!"@@ she wails. @@.random;"-hat the bbuck?"@@ @@.blue;"Sorry, s-sorry darling,"@@ he starts apologising. @@.blue;"I didn't expect you to get something like that done..."@@ he pauses, rushing to think of a way to remedy that collagen-obstructed, vague frown on his wife's face. @@.blue;"You look lovely,"@@ is the best he can come up with. @@.random;"Opp course I look lubbly! I alhays do! Look at -hat you did, ppumpping your load omto some jumpped upp bbitch. Mow -hat did I get these lipps bbor?"@@ @@.blue;"J-just give me fifteen minutes. I'll be ready for another round, I swear. Oh, gorgeous, I can't wait to try out those lips."@@ The man notices that his meat is still stuck between your hooters. Pulling out, he rudely shoves you backwards to fall on your flat butt. @@.pink;Ouchies...@@ You rub your poor, little rear as the man rejoins his spouse. She now has a restrained smile on her face, after that @@.pink;sweet compliment@@ her husband gave her, and doubtlessly because she saw him reject you as well. You didn't think this job would wreak such havoc on your poor brain either, though perhaps that was a @@.pink;dumb@@ assumption on your part. These mornings are going to be stressful, you can tell. You'll have to be careful to manage your energy. Seriously, what a start to your new job. And @@.pink;lucky@@ old you gets to service three more guys and one girl before @@.astrid;Astrid@@ calls you from [[the back of the clinic.|Week 2, Day 1 - Real Work - FUCKTOY]]

We all know the scenario; you found this new game, and it's <em>so</em> fucking hot (real subtle self-praise here, good job, me). You know exactly how you want to play it. And so you plan everything out, do everything as you want it, and leave happily. Only upon replaying, you notice that you could do it even hotter. And so you do. After a few iterations, you reach a point where you can't really get closer to what you want without outright checking the code of the game you're playing. By the way, that is possible with Choker Change. You can either use a text editor (Notepad++ is good imo, or you can use vim/emacs/lateX if you have Asper/g/ers) or, even easier, you can import the story into Twine using the "Import from File" button in the main menu. But, since Choker Change is a messy mess, this Cheat Sheet will hopefully make that task easier. Think of it as a debug mode, only you're not debugging, you're cheating you lousy casual. Calling up this page will have no repercussions such as flagging your savegame for cheats or anything. Beyond having to endure this snarky comment, there won't be any consequences for looking at this. What you'll gain from using this is that you know exactly what actions have what consequences in the story. You will also be able to check if certain actions have prerequisites to occur. For the time being, I will order this by date. This means that the Sundays will be very bloated, since they'll contain everything about tattoos, implants, and certain severe story-changing options like Early/Forced Gender Change or the Bimbo Sis mode. Some information here will overlap with the Tutorial/FAQ, but I don't think that's a big issue. <strong>Here's how this will work.</strong> You pick the day you want to have a look at. Then, there'll be a keyword like <strong>Choice</strong> or <strong>Consequence</strong>. After that, I'll put the first sentence or first two sentences of the passage where the choice/consequence/etc. appears, not counting headings. So if you're on a particular passage, and you find the cheat sheet for that day is very long, you can press CTRL+F, then type in the first word or first couple of words, and the browser should find the passage you want more information on. If the browser doesn't find anything, then either you made a typo, typed in the text of the heading, or the author is a @@.pink;huge dumb-dumb@@ and you should laugh at him in the forum thread. Or alternatively report it so I can check whether I made a mistake. Have fun, you cheater. <hr> @@.left;[[Global Effects]]@@ @@.right;[[Prologue]]@@ @@.left;<big>Week 1 - BIMBO</big>@@ @@.right;<big>Week 1 - CUMSLUT</big>@@ <table style="width:100%;"> <tr> <td>[[Monday - Week 1, Day 1|Week 1, Day 1 - BIMBO]]</td> <td id="right">[[Monday - Week 1, Day 1|Week 1, Day 1 - CUMSLUT]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Tuesday - Week 1, Day 2|Week 1, Day 2 - BIMBO]]</td> <td id="right">[[Tuesday - Week 1, Day 2|Week 1, Day 2 - CUMSLUT]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Wednesday - Week 1, Day 3|Week 1, Day 3 - BIMBO]]</td> <td id="right">[[Wednesday - Week 1, Day 3|Week 1, Day 3 - CUMSLUT]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Thursday - Week 1, Day 4|Week 1, Day 4 - BIMBO]]</td> <td id="right">[[Thursday - Week 1, Day 4|Week 1, Day 4 - CUMSLUT]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Friday - 1, Day 5|Week 1, Day 5 - BIMBO]]</td> <td id="right">[[Friday - 1, Day 5|Week 1, Day 5 - CUMSLUT]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Saturday - Week 1, Day 6|Week 1, Day 6 - BIMBO]]</td> <td id="right">[[Saturday - Week 1, Day 6|Week 1, Day 6 - CUMSLUT]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Sunday - Week 1, Day 7|Week 1, Day 7 - BIMBO]]</td> <td id="right">[[Sunday - Week 1, Day 7|Week 1, Day 7 - CUMSLUT]]</td> </tr> </table> <<back>>

There's not a lot of choice involved here, and what is there is pretty basic. <hr> <strong>Choice</strong> @@.cyan;"I guess I just like reliability..."@@, you ponder. You have the option of letting @@.red;Bonnie@@ roleplay as either a Bimbo or a Cumslut. There are no immediate long-term effects for this choice. You will become one of the two later on. @@.red;Bonnie@@ will roleplay for you a second time, where long-term effects can manifest themselves. If you want @@.red;Bonnie@@'s characteristics to steer towards either a Bimbo or a Cumslut persona, choose the respective option. Of course, you can also back out of roleplay, if you want to read a super hilarious passage I wrote in 2015, roughly a week after I took up writing erotica. It's high-quality as fuck. However, it's also a dead end, so there's nothing gained from looking at it, except some second-hand shame, perhaps. <hr> <strong>Choice</strong> You hadn't even considered that you could continue with this. You're presented with the same choice. Should @@.red;Bonnie@@ roleplay as a Bimbo, or a Cumslut? If you have chosen Bimbo the first time, and choose Bimbo again, @@.red;Bonnie@@ will <em>permanently</em> turn into @@.bunny;Bunny@@, an imbecilic, sex-addicted valley girl. You will also wear the @@.pink;BIMBO@@ choker for the first week of the story. Being forced to be a @@.pink;BIMBO@@ like this starts you off with @@.pink;Mental Strain@@: 3 / 5. <em>Caution</em>: If you want to play the Bimbo Sis Storyline, this is a <em>requirement</em>! You can only access Bimbo Sis Mode if you have changed @@.red;Bonnie@@ into @@.bunny;Bunny@@. If you have chosen Cumslut the first time, and choose Cumslut again, @@.red;Bonnie@@ will <em>permanently</em> turn into @@.orange;Bridget@@, an arrogant femme fatale who craves the taste of ejaculate. You will also wear the @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@ choker for the first week of the story. Being forced to be a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@ like this starts you off with @@.azure;Hunger@@: 3 / 5. If you have chosen two different options (First Bimbo, then Cumslut, or first Cumslut, then Bimbo), @@.red;Bonnie@@ will retain her intelligence and personality. You will get to choose whether to wear the @@.pink;BIMBO@@ or the @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@ choker for the first week of the story. Your temporary stat (@@.pink;Mental Strain@@ as a @@.pink;BIMBO@@ or @@.azure;Hunger@@ as a @@.azure;CUMSLUT@@) will start at 0. <hr> <<back>>

<hr> <strong>Choice</strong> -- You're thankful that your dreams that night are uneventful, after the day you just had. @@.lightblue;Of course you do.@@ -- Wearing the turtleneck will hide your choker. <em>(set variable "chokerHidden" to 1)</em> This can be beneficial later that day. @@.lightblue;Of course you don't.@@ -- Refusing to wear the turtleneck leaves the choker exposed and visible. This is in no way beneficial, unless you want to increase your chances of getting raped later. <hr> <strong>Choice</strong> -- Setting foot into the Mall, you immediately realise that this is the building you were in when you were @@.pink;dreaming@@. @@.lightblue;Do you head into the boutique to buy some new outfits?@@ -- Decreases @@.pink;Mental Strain@@. Reveals your choker. <em>(set variable "mentalStrain" to 0) (set variable "chokerHidden" to 0)</em> This means taking a new, feminine outfit. None of them have a high collar, which means that if you're wearing the turtleneck, your choker will be visible again after you go into the boutique. The @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ reduction might be worth it though. @@.lightblue;Do you head to that guy over there, asking him for directions?@@ -- Increases @@.pink;Mental Strain@@. <em>(set variable "mentalStrain" += 1)</em> Sends you straight to your vital encounter for the day. If your @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ is 4 or higher, you will not be able to question why the stranger would want to talk to you in a quiet back alley in the next passage. <hr> <strong>Potential Choice</strong> -- EITHER Stepping out of the boutique in your new, gorgeous outfit, you look around to find the man once more. OR Simply ignoring the boutique like that is a little strenuous, and is immediately punished by your brain telling you what a @@.pink;bad girl@@ you are. @@.lightblue;Smelling a trap, you tell him to come up with something else.@@ -- Needs @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ 3 or LESS. Instead of following the man into the alley, you have the option to answer a riddle. @@.lightblue;You really need that info. Seeing no way out of this, you surrender yourself to the likely trap.@@ -- Needs @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ 3 or LESS. As the word "surrender" implies, this choice is available but might not be advantageous. You will follow the man into the alley and face the consequences of that. @@.lightblue;Not seeing any reason why not to, you follow the strange man into the dark alley.@@ -- Needs @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ 4 or MORE. Your brain is currently too hazy to find anything wrong with what the man is suggesting. You will follow him into the alley and face the consequences of that. <hr> <strong>Choice</strong> -- @@.blue;"Alright then, so you want to know what else you could do for me, hmmmm..."@@, the stranger weighs his options, @@.blue;"I know! I like riddles, so you'll have to show some brains!"@@ @@.lightblue;Pawns on a chess board@@ -- No prerequisites. You win the riddle, thereby solving the task for Monday and returning home. @@.lightblue;The Eight Musketeers@@ OR @@.lightblue;The A-Team (twice)@@ OR @@.lightblue;The Eight Immortals@@ -- No prerequisites. Increases @@.pink;Mental Strain@@. <em>(set variable "mentalStrain" += 2)</em> You fail the riddle, causing frustration. Nonetheless, the stranger will give you the clue you were hoping to get. You solved the task for Monday and return home. <hr> <strong>Potential Choice</strong> -- Following the man for a few minutes, you finally arrive in the alley. @@.pink;You allow the pink fog to conquer your existence,@@ @@.lightblue;going all in@@@@.pink;.@@ -- Needs @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ 3 or LESS. Increases @@.pink;Brain Drain@@. Decreases @@.pink;Mental Strain@@. <em>(set variable "brainDrain" += 2)</em> <em>(set variable "mentalStrain" to 0)</em> As the text states, you allow the man to go all in, having wild sex with you. Your @@.pink;Brain Drain@@ increases strongly, but your @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ is reset to 0. You decide to appease him, and agree to have @@.pink;yummy@@ @@.lightblue;sex with him@@. -- Needs @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ 3 or LESS. Increases @@.pink;Brain Drain@@. Decreases @@.pink;Mental Strain@@. <em>(set variable "brainDrain" += 1)</em> <em>(set variable "mentalStrain" to 0)</em> You have regular sex with the stranger, increasing your @@.pink;Brain Drain@@ by 1, but resetting your @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ to 0. You refuse to play his game, @@.lightblue;demanding an alternative task@@. You've already gotten a little @@.pink;worked up@@ at his display though. -- Needs @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ 3 or LESS and a hidden choker. Increases @@.pink;Mental Strain@@. <em>(set variable "mentalStrain" += 2)</em> This will bring you to the riddle. The stranger obviously interprets the mindless bliss that's currently gracing your face as an unconditional peace you've made with the position you're in, and moves to @@.lightblue;free access to the core of your being.@@ (AFTER FALLING ON YOUR BACK OUT OF WEAKNESS) -- Needs @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ 4 or MORE and a visible choker. Increases @@.pink;Brain Drain@@. Decreases @@.pink;Mental Strain@@. <em>(set variable "brainDrain" += 2)</em> <em>(set variable "mentalStrain" to 0)</em> This leads to "going all in". With this set of choices (not hiding your choker and having your @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ so high), this is one of the first major consequences for behaving recklessly. The stranger obviously interprets the mindless bliss that's currently gracing your face as an unconditional peace you've made with the position you're in, and moves to @@.lightblue;free access to the core of your being.@@ (AFTER BEING PUSHED ONTO YOUR BACK) -- Needs @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ 4 or MORE and a hidden choker. Increases @@.pink;Brain Drain@@. Decreases @@.pink;Mental Strain@@. <em>(set variable "brainDrain" += 1)</em> <em>(set variable "mentalStrain" to 0)</em> Same as above, only you have wisely hidden your choker. This will still lead you to regular sex, but also resets your @@.pink;Mental Strain@@. <hr> <<back>>

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<strong>@@.pink;Sucking on lollipops@@ / @@.azure;Eating your own cum@@</strong> Both of these function the same way. They decrease your temporary stat by 2 for the next day. But the day after that, it increases the temporary stat by 3. Very useful for avoiding a particular punishment in favour of the punishment that comes the next day. Example: Have @@.pink;Mental Strain@@: 5 / 5. Monday evening, suck on a lollipop. Go down to @@.pink;Mental Strain@@: 3 / 5. @@.pink;Mental Strain@@ is now below 5, meaning you will potentially escape something on Tuesday, that you would normally run into because you are on 100% @@.pink;Mental Strain@@. However, on Wednesday, you will pop up to @@.pink;Mental Strain@@: 6 / 5. That means you'll be likely to get some kind of punishment here, but it might be different than the one on Tuesday. That's what lollipops and auto-fellatio are for. <<back>>

@@.astrid;"I wouldn't mind if that went a bit faster next time," Astrid@@ arches an eyebrow at you, but immediately returns to an overly friendly voice in the presence of a client. @@.astrid;"This young lady isn't quite certain whether she wants to take the procedure she came in for. It's normal, that happens, I'm not judging,"@@ the fake blonde reassures the prospective patient. @@.astrid;"So, can I count on you to do your part as our model on your first day of work?"@@ She's evidently expecting quite a lot, quite quickly. You don't even know what procedure she's talking about. @@.pink;"Before I respond, what kind of treatment would I be... modelling?"@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is clearly displeased by your question, groaning audibly. She prompty, almost automatically, dives into the sales pitch that she probably has to recite countless times a day. @@.astrid;"It's a quite simple but ingenious procedure. Many around the clinic have taken to calling it 'Permanent Make-Up'."@@ Pass. Passpasspass. @@.astrid;"I think it's a tad inaccurate," Astrid@@ declares with an oppressive note of arrogance in that statement. @@.astrid;"It really makes it sound like we just developed some extremely resistant paint, or tattoo some sort of make-up pattern into the skin. Our solution is far more advanced, which is why I prefer the term 'Adaptive Cosmetics'."@@ She lets that name hang in the air for a moment, like she's pitching it to investors. @@.astrid;"The way it works is that we perform some quick injections. Their number depends on how many areas you want to cover. We can go from full face to as little as 'just the lips' and anywhere in between. Once injected, the substance will touch the outer layers of your skin from inside and can change colour. How intense the make-up shines through the skin depends on how saturated and bright you set the colour of the substance to be, all of it fully customisable within seconds. You could be on a porn set one moment and go to a classy gala a minute later, then go to sleep without any make-up on the minute after. It's convincing, too. I've worked in this clinic for ten years, and even I can't tell the difference without equipment."@@ Ten years? Well, that confirms @@.astrid;Astrid@@ dips into the inventory here. She doesn't look a day past 25, but of course it would be hard to tell in light of how stiff her face is. @@.astrid;"Beyond the speed and convenience,"@@ she continues, @@.astrid;"longevity is another important point to our product. Imagine we tattoo some make-up on your face right now. We have very talented artists here that could make you beautiful for years to come. But, you'd be stuck with your choice for life. As you get older, wrinkles and similar deformities -- all of which we have phenomenal treatments for, if you're interested -- can cause your tattoos to fall out of shape and look unsightly. Should you go for the full face option, you can easily redefine boundaries and redraw where your make-up gets applied at your whim. No matter how old you get, Adaptive Cosmetics are always in the right place at a swipe of your finger!"@@ @@.astrid;"Not to mention, it's much safer than tattoos. Not only is there virtually no risk of infection with our quick injections, but removing Adaptive Cosmetics can be done within minutes, too, but I promise you won't want to. We just extract the substance again and your skin will look exactly the way it does today. You can't say the same about tattoos. Laser therapy takes ages, and can be quite uncomfortable."@@ All eyes are on you the moment @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is done speaking. You're not sure if that extensive sales pitch was really meant for you and the client just listened to it for the second time. But those considerations are only delaying the inevitable. Will you subject yourself to this experimental procedure? @@.astrid;Astrid@@ surreptitiously hands you a little note while she keeps the client busy chatting about this or that. The small piece of paper says, @@.astrid;"$$200 for this one. Cash. Today. The normal treatments won't earn you nearly as much. Think about this."@@ You should. But at the same time, you have to make a decision now. [[Go for it.|Week 2, Day 1 - All Made Up - FUCKTOY]] The $$300 you'll get for your waiting room services won't be enough for rent in the long run. $$200 would almost double your weekly earnings on the very first day, and the choker is already egging you on... [[Hell no.|Week 2, Day 1 - Backing Out - FUCKTOY]] It brings in more money than the other treatments? Then it's <em>worse</em> than the other treatments. Right? Right. Doesn't take a genius to figure that out. @@.pink;Phew!@@

<<set $cash += 200>><<set $fakeness += 1>><<set $emptiness = 0>><<set $plasticmakeup = 1>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $astrid.points += 2>>\ \ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ looks a little surprised, but takes care not letting anything on. @@.astrid;"Thank you,@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@@@.astrid;, that's very helpful of you. Come right along. You too, Mrs. Johnson."@@ Obviously, she meant the interested client, who she previously called a "young woman." Looking at her more closely, you decide that is a very flattering label. Maybe you shouldn't be too harsh. It's absolutely imaginable that she's in her late 30s. Yet, considering how fake her face already looks, it's probably safe to add ten to fifteen years on top of that estimate. Well, it's not a beauty contest. @@.pink;But if it were, you'd totally win!@@ So it's probably best to just focus on the procedure you're about to undergo. The clinic is surprisingly small, considering what power @@.bunny;Bunny@@ has handed them by donating this material the choker is apparently made of. Wait, that's right. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ has her hands on that nebulous material. Her and the staff here have already experimented wildly with it. You just thought of a whole other angle to taking these operations. If you get in @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s good graces -- and accepting these treatments is likely one of your few means of achieving that, in light of your cashflow situation -- she may prove a valuable ally in the future. @@.pink;Wowie, that's, like, super smart! You should just get all of these yummy treatments! Quick!@@ It's a risky bargain, but something to keep in mind. Due to the clinic's compact layout, you're inside the operating room pretty much as you finish that thought. Calling it an operating room is a little grandiose; it's really just a reclining chair in the middle, with some harsh lights and odd instruments around. If what @@.astrid;Astrid@@ said is true, and you'll only need a few injections, you can see why you'd be able to do this in a room without too much special equipment. @@.pink;"I assume I won't be sedated for the procedure?"@@ you remember to ask. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ looks a bit annoyed. @@.astrid;"No, you won't be. As I mentioned, there'll just be a few stings. Adding one more to it to sedate you would be a little silly. If you would lie down please,"@@ she directs you to the chair without wasting time. You take a seat, have another look around, then lower yourself into a horizontal position. @@.pink;Hmmm, tell me more~@@ Alright, just a few pricks and that'll be it. @@.pink;Aww, just a few?@@ <em>Okay</em>, enough. Let's get this over with. You're lying on the chair, and @@.astrid;Astrid@@ already has the syringe in her hand. @@.astrid;"It'll just be a couple of stings, nothing to worry about at all. Our model@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@ @@.astrid;here is going to get the full facial,"@@ she explains to the interested customer, @@.astrid;"but of course we'll do an extensive demonstration after the procedure so you can see if you want to go all the way or only get a partial cosmetics implant. All ready?"@@ You take in a deep breath and nod. Mrs. Johnson isn't fazed in the slightest, though she has to see that you're pretty scared. What nice people. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ leans over you, swabs at your upper lip with a wet cloth, then inserts the needle. There's no pain, only... @@.pink;excitement@@? It's still nothing compared to when she actually starts depressing the plunger. While you can't explain that feeling of anticipation, this is very easy to describe. It feels just like your first orgasm, back in puberty. When you just rubbed your dick to climax, and then that feeling came on, like you have to pee and can't hold it back, and then it was so good when it shot out. This is exactly how it feels. Like the substance pressing into your upper lip is pushing out your cum below. You hope that's not really what's happening, but you're fine as long as it keeps feeling so @@.pink;warm and fuzzy@@... Wait, @@.pink;fuzzy@@? Before you can ponder it further, your mind is distracted by the syringe exiting your lip. You're immediately left with a sense of loss. Looking to the side, you can see yourself in a mirror. You half-expected this to be a trick to get your lips blown up like... well, a blow-up doll's. To your relief, they look just like they did five minutes ago. Here comes @@.astrid;Astrid@@, holding the second syringe. This one goes into your lower lip, and feels just as orgasmic as the first, even if it only lasts a brief moment again. The next thing @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s holding against your cheek is huge. It looks twice the size of the other syringes. @@.astrid;"We're a bit more generous around the cheeks,"@@ she helpfully explains. @@.astrid;"What overflows goes right around the eyes, we found, which is very useful. That way we don't have to inject anywhere near the eye directly. It'd be completely harmless if we did, but it scares some people."@@ Mrs. Johnson nods as the needle breaks skin. More fluid enters your face, but this time it takes a while, given the increased size of the syringe. You notice your breathing growing heavy. You get noticeably flustered. By the end, small moans evolve into louder ones, and when the needle exits your cheek again, you're regarded critically by the prospective patient, enhancing your shame. @@.pink;Oh, don't worry, it'll get easier *teehee*@@ @@.astrid;"Don't fret," Astrid@@ notices your pained expression, herself grinning deviously. @@.astrid;"I know exactly how you feel. Mrs. Johnson knows too, even if she doesn't let it on."@@ @@.blue;"I do control myself a tad better than this harlot does,"@@ the woman speaks up for the first time, and you hope she won't repeat that mistake. Her glance shifts uncomfortably towards your crotch, which you can't see well, lying down. @@.astrid;"I won't disagree there. But let's just appreciate that she@@ @@.pink;loves her craft@@ @@.astrid;and move on, shall we?"@@ Mrs. Johnson agrees with that. @@.astrid;"Good. Here comes the last one. Have@@ @@.pink;fun@@@@.astrid;,@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@@@.astrid;."@@ Oh, you are. Your other cheek is pierced by the syringe, and you feel yourself peaking quickly. You start convulsing in the chair, unable to help yourself. @@.astrid;"Please hold still, honey. We're almost there."@@ You want to, but you can't. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ grabs your chin to hold your head steady. Mrs. Johnson, however, grabs your crotch, enjoying the spectacle. You cry out loud as you feel one, two, three, <em>four</em> entire orgasms crashing down on you in rapid succession, climaxing each time you push out more <<if $penis is 0>>girl<<endif>>cum and think it's over. And then, just after the last ejaculation, it is. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ pulls away from you, setting down the syringe and going to fetch something, presumably. After calming down a second, you sit yourself up and see \ <<if $eveningclothes is 1>>your panties have barely caught any of your cum. They're soaked through completely and make lewd sounds as you shift in the chair.\ <<elseif $latexclothes is 1>>the lack of panties has had an obvious effect. Some of your cum has been caught in the back of the dress, but since it's short, a much bigger pool has formed on the chair itself. Hopefully you won't be involved in the clean-up. @@.pink;Although it does look yummy...@@\ <<else>>the mess you made. Despite choosing the most durable bottomwear out of all the options, plenty of cum has leaked out the sides, now clinging to your thighs. The denim is thick and tight, but also has some creases and is unevenly cut off. The sticky substance between your legs has found a way out.<<if $penis is 1>> Your dick is still standing erect visibly through the cut-offs.<<endif>><<endif>> Well, that explains what Mrs. Johnson was looking at. Speaking of looks, you're shocked when you have another glance at the mirror. Suddenly, your lips <em>are</em> inflated. Feeling around, they still have the same texture and consistency you remember them having. That means she didn't inject a filler or anything. @@.pink;"The choker..."@@ you mumble to yourself, shocked by your high-pitched voice as well as your slower-moving lips. It looks like your lip growth will be accelerated this week. Examining yourself further, you note that your facial features grew softer, and you think you lost some height again. Your <<if $hotclothes is 1>>shirt<<else>>dress<<endif>> feels kind of tight around the chest, too. Probably gained another cup size. Sure points to the choker. @@.astrid;"I see somebody's excited," Astrid@@ teases you, as she likes to do. She came back and now holds a sort of remote in her hand. You can guess what that does. @@.astrid;"Would you two please come over? Stand in front of the mirror,@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@@@.astrid;,"@@ the fake blonde directs you. You get up, try to adapt to the extra weight on your chest for a second, and stand where she indicated, uncomfortably being forced to stare at your new body for an extended period of time. @@.pink;Looking good, girl!@@ @@.astrid;"Let's go for a quick demonstration first, shall we?" Astrid@@ suggests, though you doubt it's anything but a rhetorical question. Upon pressing some buttons on her remote, your face starts lighting up in all kinds of colours. Not your whole face, actually; only spots where you would typically apply clearly visible make-up. Your cheeks, your lips, your eyeline, even your eyelids repaint themselves spontaneously! It all looks eerily like make-up. You @@.pink;wanted to@@-- had to wear some last week, and you can't tell the difference, amazingly. Beyond the typical make-up colours, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ even shows off more unusual ones, like green or light blue, but only briefly. You have to admit it's fascinating how quickly she changes between colours and locations. @@.astrid;"But enough of the light show. Come here, Mrs. Johnson, I'll explain it to you."@@ You subtly lean over to catch the instructions, too. @@.astrid;"From the main menu, you select 'Make-Up'. From here, you are sent to another menu, where you can select the type of make-up you want to apply. Lipstick, eyeshadow, it's all here. The next screen is where you define the exact application." "You have all the different colours here. Just tap on a segment of the colour you want, or keep it pressed and slight it around for some finer adjustment. If you don't want to pick from all the colours on God's green Earth, this sub-menu,"@@ she taps on another button, @@.astrid;"has a selection of the most commonly chosen colours. You can also save up to twelve favourites with this button here. On the bottom there are two sliders. One for intensity, and one for shine. Intensity should be self-explanatory. Shine can, for example, make lipstick look very glossy, or let your eyeshadow reflect more light to give it a sort of wet look."@@ @@.blue;"You didn't promise too much,"@@ Mrs. Johnson admits, impressed. @@.astrid;"Thank you very much," Astrid@@ almost squeals. Why is she pulling her lab coat together? @@.astrid;"If we go back to the start menu, you can see the other option besides 'Make-Up' is 'Boundaries'. Just as we move boundaries, so can you!"@@ Please kill me. @@.astrid;"It's the feature I mentioned previously. If you ever feel the make-up is reaching into places it shouldn't, or isn't reaching far enough, you can redraw the boundaries in this menu. It's as easy as tapping on the area in question and dragging it bigger or smaller with your finger. Did I mention that this app is available for phones and tablets? That way, you can give your cosmetics a quick touch-up on the spot, or refine it with more detail at home, on a bigger screen."@@ @@.blue;"Okay, okay,"@@ Mrs. Johnson raises her hands. @@.blue;"Enough with the sales talk. Prepare a room, I'll take it. The whole deal. But make it another room, I don't want to lie in this peasant's body fluids."@@ @@.pink;You heard her, that means you'll have to. Hmm, they're probably still warm.@@ Though your part is done, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ signals that you should come along, too. Probably just to answer questions if the lovely Mrs. Johnson still has any. She takes a seat on the chair in the new room, untouched by your @@.pink;sexy@@ body. While @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is running her through the process again, you touch your newly modified face. The sensation is... electric. Your skin tingles upon the slightest touch in the places that now have the cosmetics liquid injected underneath. It buzzes, even now. Buzzing, like your head did. Or does? You drown out the conversation between @@.astrid;Astrid@@ and the patient for a while, focussing on your thoughts. They're slowed, sluggish, like... like they move through @@.pink;fog@@. Indeed, you feel just like the first time you were abused with that choker around your neck. Only you're not currently being abused. Okay, you're getting scared now. These new chokers don't kid around. You'll have to be on your toes. Mrs. Johnson, in the meantime, is getting her rocks off as the syringes plunge into her skin. You can clearly see her squirm in the chair, aroused like crazy, all without wearing a choker. That lifts your spirits at least slightly, although it's also scary to think a woman could get this addicted to cosmetic surgery and beautification treatments on her own. It takes away from her air of superiority though, which is nice. She gushes when she sees her face lighting up in the mirror. You really don't care. You just hope this is over soon. Given that the procedure is finished, it should be. Indeed, it doesn't take another twenty minutes before the hag finally takes her leave. Well, you more or less made it through the first day. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ approaches you after saying goodbye to her patient, hopefully to [[debrief you.|Week 2, Day 1 - Good Girl Debrief - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $emptiness += 2>><<set $astrid.points -= 1>>\ \ @@.astrid;"Fair enough. I suppose I did give you the choice," Astrid@@ says with obvious venom in her voice. @@.astrid;"I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson, but I'm afraid our model has some illusions about her status in life. You'll have to make your decision without a visual demonstration, but I'll assure you my explanation earlier was quite detailed and should give you a vivid picture of what to expect."@@ The patient considers the offer for a few seconds, and shoots you a smile. @@.blue;"Don't get your panties in a bunch,@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@@@.blue;, just because this girl has more spunk than you. You know what? I'll take the treatment, if only so I don't have to see you crying."@@ Bold words, but you suppose the customer's always right at the clinic. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ asks the patient to follow her, but not without shooting you a gaze seething with fury. Clearly, you got yourself wedged in between a rather heated relationship here. Oops. Maybe today wasn't the best day to ward off @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s wishes. You're about to head back to the waiting room when she starts shouting after you. @@.astrid;"Hey! Where do you think you're going you@@ @@.pink;slut@@@@.astrid;?"@@ Your knees tremble a little at hearing that word. @@.astrid;"You're coming along to watch the procedure. Maybe we can pump a bit of knowledge into that@@ @@.pink;empty@@ @@.astrid;head of yours."@@ You'd think blindly agreeing to any suggestions by her would be a better indicator of being empty-headed, but you won't correct her. Sighing, you go back, catching up to @@.astrid;Astrid@@ and Mrs. Johnson, who are turning into an operating room at the far end of the hallway. Following them inside, you see that it's not really a full operating room. It's more like a dentist's office, with a reclining chair in the middle and some instruments strewn about. The procedure can't be that big of a deal then. That's something at least. @@.astrid;"Okay, here we are. Mrs. Johnson, please lie down.@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@@@.astrid;, you come over, too."@@ You do as asked, standing right next to the prone Mrs. Johnson. You're not exactly sure what the point of this is, which makes you really nervous. Eyes darting around the room constantly, you're wary of any tricks or ambushes waiting for you. The only things that move around you, though, are those that @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is using, and quite openly so. Your paranoia retreats slightly after a few minutes of seeing her prepare syringes. @@.astrid;"I apologise for the wait, but we're just about ready if you are, Mrs. Johnson."@@ @@.blue;"Yeah, yeah,"@@ she mutters, oddly disinterested. @@.astrid;"Well, I think I've explained all you need to know. Shall we begin?"@@ @@.blue;"Quit the chit-chat and do your job already,"@@ the affable Mrs. Johnson remarks. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ looks less taken aback by her behaviour. She might be used to her patient's antics already. At least she seems to be staying still during the procedure. The peroxide blonde doctor takes the first syringe, plus a disinfecting wipe in the other hand. She dabs the patient's upper lip with disinfectant, then stabs the syringe into it, depressing the plunger. You never liked the sight of needles breaking skin, so naturally, you feel @@.pink;super horny@@. That made no sense, but it's true. Seeing that ominous liquid flow into Mrs. Johnson's lip, artificially moulding her body to entice the male gaze... Your libido can't help but react, and you don't blame it. You start audibly breathing in your arousal, but the scene in front of you does not slow down to accommodate you. Mere seconds after, a new syringe invades the patient's lower lip. Yet again, you feel blood pumping into your <<if $penis is 1>>@@.pink;little dicky@@<<else>>@@.pink;hungry snatch@@<<endif>>. What's going on? It's not even that her lips inflate obscenely -- which was something that worried you and made you think you dodged a bullet -- for the time being. The procedure seems completely innocuous. Yet your fingers keep drifting downwards, and you have to make a conscious effort to keep your hands off your body. @@.astrid;"Everything looks good. We'll do two more injections, but bigger ones. The reason for that being that the excess liquid flows right around the eyes, which--"@@ @@.blue;"You're the doctor, I trust you won't kill me. Let's move it along,"@@ Mrs. Johnson impatiently, rudely directs @@.astrid;Astrid@@. The blonde bites her lower lip so hard you expect her to draw blood any second. She composes herself though, closes her eyes takes a deep, silent breath and fetches the next syringe. Sure enough, it's much bigger than the first, which is slightly disconcerting to you given your earlier reaction. @@.astrid;Astrid@@, however, is unstoppable. You can tell she wants to get this over with, though for reasons completely different from yours. Without delay, the @@.pink;gorgeous@@ doctor presses the needle into the grumpy patient's skin, a few inches below her eye. She depresses a plunger, and just as if she were injecting you with aphrodisiac, the @@.pink;yummy@@ pleasure assaults you in exactly the rhythm that the fluids enter Mrs. Johnson's cheek. @@.pink;"...ah~"@@ it escapes your mouth quietly. Unfortunately, the whole room is silent, so you still have the attention of everybody in there with you. Your cheeks are flushing red; that was clearly a suppressed, @@.pink;sexy@@ moan, and they both know it. Luckily, they don't address it, instead focussing back on their business. You had enough of the embarrassment. Slowly, you inch towards the exit, facing @@.astrid;Astrid@@ and her patient. It's not an easy feat to pull off silently on these murderous heels, but they don't notice yet. You know it's impossible for you to just leave -- you have to be back tomorrow after all -- but in case you lose control over your lips again, you'd rather have some distance to them. @@.astrid;Astrid@@, like before, is in a bit of a rush, however. You're just barely at the door before she has the next, and apparently final, syringe in her hand. As usual, the needle breaks skin effortlessly and quickly, and another dose of sex is injected into you. This time, more literally than before. @@.pink;"Haaa-- hng!"@@ you moan loudly, then try to stop yourself, but it's way too obvious. Your knees almost give out; you have to reach for the nearby wall to keep yourself upright on your legs. The syringe wasn't even half empty when you were assaulted by pleasure so intense, the wetness between your legs only registers when you turn around, breathing heavily, and seeing that Mrs. Johnson is already getting up again. You came just from seeing her get a beauty procedure... @@.pink;Imagine how nice it would feel to get one yourself? Gooo, ask for seconds!@@ @@.blue;"Maybe I was wrong about her,"@@ Mrs. Johnson states with a smirk. @@.blue;"I kind of like the simple, slutty types, too. They're cute, kind of like a puppy is. Stupid, but so adorable."@@ She has a glance at your choker. @@.blue;"If you want to earn that title though, my dear@@ @@.pink;Plastic Fucktoy@@@@.blue;, you'll have to do much better. Somebody with such ambitions shouldn't shy away from a little fix-up like this one. I hope you'll correct that."@@ @@.pink;"I will, ma'am,"@@ you promise obediently, your mind addled half by her mentioning your @@.pink;title@@, half by your arousal. The rest of the meeting goes by uneventfully. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ explains the functionality of Mrs. Johnson's new make-up app, which just makes you grateful you resisted today. Whether you can tomorrow, or the day after, you're not so sure about though. So much happened. You were halfway going crazy just from your encounter in the waiting room. If the same happens tomorrow, you're not sure if you can still ward off @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s advances. It's clear that the choker is going to react to cosmetic surgery, implants, and other such procedures. That's probably why @@.bunny;Bunny@@ let you work here. She doesn't let it shine through, but the way she got you out of your job and into this one is eerily well-coordinated. @@.pink;*teehee* You could be as smart as her, dummy! Just let it happen...@@ Without you noticing, Mrs. Johnson and @@.astrid;Astrid@@ have finished their little instruction session. The former says her farewells in the nicest of tones, while the latter is [[regarding you angrily.|Week 2, Day 1 - Bad Girl Debrief - FUCKTOY]]

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<<set $emptiness = 1>>@@.astrid;"Thank you,@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@@@.astrid;. That was an important client and I know it's a big decision to make on your first day here,"@@ she thanks you uncharacteristically nicely. @@.astrid;"Here's your money, as promised."@@ She hands you $$200 in cash, just like she said, and she looks sincerely grateful. Your theory about getting into her good graces may prove viable. @@.pink;"Thank you..."@@ @@.astrid;"Just keeping my promises. I know dealing with@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ @@.astrid;on a regular basis can't be easy. Sometimes you just have to suck up to people, even if every fiber in your body rebels against it. Believe me, I know what Mrs. Johnson is like. And don't think she's chosen you as her sole target either. I know I can be a little abrasive when it comes to the procedures. A handful of people told me over the years. Some patients just make a big deal out of the treatments, and being around the clinic all day desensitises you to them, you know? So please don't take it to heart when I play them down, alright?"@@ Sure, you can do that. She's still pretty much an asshole, but like she just said: Sometimes you just have to suck up to people. Besides, those sensations today have already left you craving @@.pink;more@@... You nod your agreement. @@.astrid;"Good," Astrid@@ smiles. @@.astrid;"I think the waiting room is empty, which means you can go home a little early tonight. Don't get used to it though! Even this late it can get busy."@@ @@.pink;"Sure, I'll keep it in mind. See you tomorrow."@@ @@.astrid;"Hold on,"@@ the blonde surgeon stops you. @@.astrid;"There is one thing. I know you're not doing this out of love, but for money. Like I said earlier, our catalogue is very incomplete due to our influx of new treatments, and I'm aware this won't be the dream job you'll stick with for the rest of your life. So I want to make the most of your time with us. Would you be willing to stay half an hour longer for a quick, semi-professional photoshoot? It'd pay another hundred bucks. Of course, you'd be forever part of the clinic, thanks to the catalogue."@@ You're not sure whether that's good or bad. It's another $$100 just for snapping a few pictures. You'd have doubled your weekly earnings on your first day, but you'd also have your face immortalised in this book, and people may recognise you. It's a risk, but probably less than what you've already done today. So? [[Sure, why not?|Week 2, Day 1 - Lights, Camera... - FUCKTOY]] It's $$100 and you don't even have to indulge your choker for them, right? Sounds like a done deal. [[You've had enough.|Week 2, Day 1 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]] You're just glad the first day is finally over. There'll be other opportunities to earn money, and you're worried what the realisation that you'll forever model @@.pink;sexy@@ implants will do to your brain.

Finally, you make it back home. You survived the first day at your new job, and are already playing with the thought of handing in your resignation in hopes that nobody will notice. If only it were that easy. <<if $plasticmakeup is 0>>You escaped punishment. Perhaps that's giving yourself too much credit, since you attained your goal by simply saying "no," but considering how strong a hold your choker has over your mind, you'd say it's a noteworthy achievement. Mrs. Johnson went out of that operating room with a face glowing in all kinds of colours, and you would've, too, if you hadn't stood your ground. The downside is that you angered @@.astrid;Astrid@@, and left yourself quite debilitated. Pride in your strength today is nice, but you need to take care not to overdo it. Your mind has its limits. @@.pink;That's right!@@ If a more benign option presents itself, maybe you should take it. You came earlier, yet even now, leaning against your front door, you feel your legs shaking. That reminds you, you should probably get yourself cleaned up. Better not touch yourself too eagerly though.\ \ <<else>>You still feel so good, so @@.pink;fuzzy@@. That feeling... you want to have it again. No! You're letting the choker take hold of you already. This is exactly what you meant to avoid, and you're starting to crumble on day one. @@.pink;Boo! Don't be such a worry wart!@@ Well, there is some sense in that point. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ was clearly pleased with you, which might be a good strategy to escape this ordeal in the long run. Despite your dislike for the bleached blonde, her parting words for you made her feel much more human. She opened up a little, was sincere, and apologised to you. Maybe she wouldn't make for a terrible friend anyway. Besides, tomorrow might have something even @@.pink;better@@-- more nefarious in stock. Surrendering did make you feel some relief which might help putting up more resistance tomorrow. Still, you feel some residual excitement from earlier. On that note, you remember that you should probably clean yourself up. Better not touch yourself too eagerly though, even if you have cooled down considerably thanks to your @@.pink;sexy@@ performance earlier.\ \ <<endif>> <<if $emptiness lt 2>>\ \ You head to the bathroom to clean up your mess. Wait, did you walk home like this, dripping everywhere?<<if $bimboAllin3 is 1>> @@.pink;Well, it wouldn't be the first time...@@<<endif>> Argh, fuck, hopefully nobody saw. After a long<<if $plasticmakeup is 0>>, cold<<endif>> shower, you head over to your bed and just drop in. You're scared to think about what awaits you tomorrow, but [[not scared enough to stay awake.|Week 2, Day 2 - Morning - FUCKTOY]]\ \ <<else>>\ \ After you come out of the bathroom, you spot the pack of lollicocks lying on the counter. Last week, they helped you cool down for a day or so, though the day after you kinda crashed again. Maybe they can still help ward off the choker a little bit? [[Suck a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 2 - Morning - FUCKTOY][$suckMonday2 = 1, $emptiness -= 2]] [[Don't suck a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 2 - Morning - FUCKTOY]] After that, you really need some sleep though. \ <<endif>>

@@.astrid;"I hope you're proud of yourself," Astrid@@ scolds you. @@.astrid;"That was an important client. You're lucky she chose to get the treatment without you. Let me ask you, do you understand what a job is? You have one, involving two very simple tasks. Keep clients in the waiting room entertained, and pump yourself full of implants. Your body was made for both. Even with mental faculties as inhibited as yours, I thought I could count on this much. Teaches me to work with someone as reliable as@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.astrid;... Guess you two suit each other fine."@@ She takes a short break to rub her forehead. @@.astrid;"Don't pull anything like this again."@@ @@.pink;"You asked me whether I wanted to get it..."@@ you meekly defend yourself after that verbal assault. @@.astrid;"Gee, maybe because it looks better for a patient if I ask you nicely instead of ordering you around like a slave? You'd probably like it if I did, but my customers don't know that. It'd leave a bad impression. Had this been any other client, I might've overlooked your disobedience, but fucking things up with Mrs. Johnson is something I'll remember, trust me. Now get out of my sight. I'll find a way to serve the rest of my patients by myself."@@ Ouch. Maybe that wasn't the smartest move. You still take pride in your resistance, but now that you see her reaction, you're starting to wonder if @@.astrid;Astrid@@ couldn't make a valuable ally. She evidently knows @@.bunny;Bunny@@ pretty well, and clearly has some strong feelings for you, even if they were a little on the bad side today. Maybe you could turn this around. It's probably going to be hard after today, but if you're careful... Why not, right? Pondering your game plan for tomorrow, [[head back home.|Week 2, Day 1 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]]

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<<set $date = "Week 2, Tuesday">>\ \ Another day, another nightmare. And you're not talking about dreams. Downtrodden, you drag yourself into the bathroom absentmindedly to do your morning business. <<if $plasticmakeup is 0>>\ \ Catching a glimpse of your reflection, you can't help but wonder in what colours your face would be lighting up right now if you hadn't resisted @@.astrid;Astrid@@ yesterday. Would it have been so bad? You have to put on make-up now anyway, or you're getting even more punishments for not looking @@.pink;like yourself@@. It might have been nice to have that burden lifted. Ugh, what are you even saying? There's no way that there wasn't some catch to that offer. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ wouldn't have offered you money otherwise. You did good. You just want to get this bathroom break over with and put the finishing touches on your make-up. How you would've laughed had somebody told you this would be your reality a month ago.\ \ <<else>>\ \ Out of the corner of your eye, you get a glimpse of colour adorning your face. Right, the make-up, you almost forgot. @@.astrid;"Adaptive cosmetics," Astrid@@ called it. Thanks to it, your <<if $eveningclothes is 1>>red<<elseif $latexclothes is 1>>dark<<else>>light red<<endif>> make-up is just where it was last night, obviously without a single smudge visible. In a way, it's terrifying how fast you threw yourself back into @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s grasp. But then you remember the @@.pink;dirty@@ feelings you felt. @@.pink;And you dream of how many more you could get... Go back to the clinic... Get more...@@ Well, it is practical, isn't it? The entire first week you had to put on make-up yourself whereas now it's just there without any effort, always looking perfect. Like @@.astrid;Astrid@@ said, you can't tell the difference. The "make-up" even has a shimmer to it, just like real cosmetics would have. It's quite amazing, you find yourself staring at it for a while, your initial apprehension forgotten. That reminds you, though, that you just dropped straight into bed last night. There's the app to check out. You grab your phone next to your bed, head back to the bathroom and start playing with the sliders, buttons and spectrums. It's all just as customisable as the blonde doctor suggested. Your face lights up in any colour you choose, though some are only suitable for Halloween. There is one curious absence though. The "off" button. You can only turn saturation down as far as 20%, it won't go any lower. Curious, and at the same time not at all surprising. You'll ask @@.astrid;Astrid@@ about that. For now, you'll turn it back to the default to match your outfit again. @@.pink;You kind of like the look.@@\ \ <<endif>> Right, this should take care of business in the bathroom. You squeeze yourself into your prohibitively <<if $eveningclothes is 1>>revealing<<else>>tight<<endif>> outfit and [[head to the clinic again.|Week 2, Day 2 - Work Never Ends - FUCKTOY]]

You open the door and immediately jump back in shock. @@.pink;"@@@@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;?!"@@ @@.bunny;"Don't be scared or anything. You'll see that having a pussy is, like, the best!"@@ she proclaims as if you were just having this conversation already. @@.bunny;"Periods are party poopers though. But we don't know if you'll even have any. If you don't you're the luckiest girl ever! All the fun and no icky blood down there. But I got you some tampons, for the worst case."@@ She then goes on to explain the exact workings and how to use a tampon, and what the alternatives are if they prove uncomfortable or unsuitable for you. Apparently, she was closeby to begin with and just liked playing with you through the choker. Now she barrels into your apartment with that crash course she promised for your new... equipment. Awkward doesn't even describe the situation of getting an introduction to menstruation by a mental 8-year-old. @@.pink;So are you big sis then?@@ @@.bunny;"You also gotta worry about getting preggo and rubbers and stuff. Guys totally don't like 'em, so I guess that means you gotta take pills, because I know you're all about the guys *teehee* just like me! If you don't get periods, you don't get pregnant I think... so you'll have to figure out if it's, like, too risky for you. I paid the tampons, which is okie, but the pills are like, real expensive."@@ She shows you packs of pills. @@.bunny;"Gotta pay me $$100 a week if you wanna take them."@@ You can't believe your ears. @@.pink;"A hundred bucks?! That's crazy! Even I know they come way cheaper than that, especially only a week's worth."@@ @@.bunny;"Well yeah, but shopping is pretty expensive too." Bunny@@ giggles. @@.bunny;"Sure, you can buy them on your own, but would you even know what kind to get?"@@ She's not wrong about that. You heard from female acquaintances about this kind of stuff, but that didn't go far beyond the complaints about prices and such. @@.bunny;"And you're getting this nice introduction from me! So just tell me yes or no. Whatcha say?"@@ It's up to you. You can choose to take the risk, but it's a huge damn risk. Maybe you would waste money here, but $$100 a week are nothing compared to what raising a child costs... Then again, why would you have too much sex anyway? You're supposed to go to the clinic and work there, apparently. Hardly seems like a prostitution ring. No sex means no babies. Right? [[Yes, you'll buy the pills off Bunny.|Week 2, Day 1 - The Clinic - FUCKTOY][$contraception2 = 1, $cash -= 100]] [[No, you might need the money dearly.|Week 2, Day 1 - The Clinic - FUCKTOY]]

When you arrive at the clinic, it's mayhem. There are people running around, the place is bustling. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ wasn't kidding when she said it wouldn't always be as quiet as yesterday, but you sure didn't expect this. Speaking of, you can't spot the fake blonde anywhere. She's in an operation room, most likely.<<if $photo1 is 1>> Quite a way to greet you, after how nervous she was last night during the shoot.<<endif>> A nurse takes notice of you looking around, and comes to intercept you. @@.blue;"There you are. We've been hoping you'd show up soon. People in the waiting room need a caring hand or two. Please get yourself ready quickly and get to work."@@ The lady doesn't give you a chance to respond, instead pushing you into the cramped staff room. You were wondering what she meant by getting ready until you spot your <<if $plasticmakeup is 0>>embarrassing<<else>>@@.pink;cute@@<<endif>> nametag on the shelf right in front of you. You <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;gleefully@@ <<endif>> pin it on and head back to [[work the waiting room.|Week 2, Day 2 - A Cock and a Hard Place - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $emptiness += 2>>\ \ It's so crowded, some people can't find a seat and have to stand. When you enter the waiting room, all eyes are immediately on you, and it goes eerily quiet. Considering this is a beauty clinic, you're surprised to see so many men. Fortunately, most people go back to their chat after staring at you for a moment. At least one person is missing a conversational partner though. @@.blue;"Hey there,"@@ a deep voice is clearly greeting you from the side. @@.blue;"Never seen you here before. You belong to the inventory?"@@ You're <<if $plasticmakeup is 0>>ashamed<<else>>@@.pink;aroused@@<<endif>> by his dehumanising choice of words, <<if $plasticmakeup is 0>>but<<else>>and<<endif>> you nod affirmatively. @@.blue;"Fantastic!"@@ he rejoices. @@.blue;"Those knockers. They done here?"@@ He gropes them to check. The moan you accidentally emit immediately draws attention from others. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>@@.blue;"Yeah, they were definitely done here. Nice. Love the way silicone squeezes me,"@@<<else>>@@.blue;"Nah, feel real. Sucks. Love the way silicone squeezes me, but I think you'll still do fine,"@@<<endif>> he remarks with a straight face. At least he's ceased his harassment, giving you a chance to catch your breath. @@.pink;Don't be dramatic! He was just being nice!@@ Wait, where were you? Oh right, he mentioned that he loves the way silicone feels<<if $chestImplant is 0>> and that he'll do you, even without any<<endif>>. You recall what your job here is, which turns your cheeks a deep crimson. Slowly dropping to your knees, you unceremoniously unzip the guy's pants and fish out his well-erect meat. He leaves you free reign, and you can already hear a pattern of murmuring fill the room. You wrap your @@.pink;funbags@@ around the penis in front of you and get bobbing. What goes on elsewhere is none of your concern. It doesn't take long for you to fall into your familiar trance. The cock is all you know. As such, you notice the not-so-subtle addition of new ones to the scene. Somebody came up from behind you, rubbing something unmistakable into your back. Naturally, he finds no resistance from you. Once you have your sights set on something @@.pink;yummy@@, you're not letting go. You feel the second person pulling off your <<if $hotclothes is 1>>pants<<else>>dress<<endif>> to gain access to your nethers. @@.pink;Let's get this party started!@@ Without hesitation, he kneels behind you and enters your anus. Immediately, you gasp out loud. Everybody knows it was neither surprise nor shock that made you do it. More footsteps can be heard but by now there's such strong static in your ears that you're mostly oblivious<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>, @@.pink;as always@@<<endif>>. The sounds, ignored by you, would have announced the reason your hands are suddenly wet. While allowing the man in front to use your @@.pink;tits@@ as his property, you turn your head to the side, where you see your fingers disappearing in a beautiful pussy with trimmed hair. On the other side, you're met with the exact same picture. The women start closing in on you, bucking their hips into your dainty fingers. Above you, they embrace tightly and start passionately kissing. All the while, you still feel cocks pumping between your @@.pink;jugs@@ and into your asshole. The one in front is trying to get your attention. @@.pink;Not paying attention to cock? How could you?!@@ You were distracted, okay?! Anyway, you're looking now, and just in time to see a stream of white splashing onto your face. Before you can clear your eyes, you feel something hard rub all over your cheeks and lips. <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>\ @@.blue;"Fuck, your make-up doesn't even smear. It's like you were born to take cum on your face. Hell, you may well have been. You're a terrific fuck, girl. Keep it up, working here will do you good. More silicone in those jugs wouldn't hurt."@@\ <<else>>\ @@.blue;"Not bad. You're a pretty decent fuck. If you keep working here, I might have to stop by again. One piece of advice, there's no such thing as too much silicone, okay?"@@\ <<endif>> After wiping your face clean enough so you can communicate and see, but dirty enough to <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;reflect what a dirty whore you are@@<<else>>fit the theme of this orgy in the making<<endif>>, you feel a compulsion to reply. @@.pink;"Okay, sir! I will remember. Ple-- oooh..."@@ you take a short break as the man in your @@.pink;rear pussy@@ finds your @@.pink;g-spot@@. @@.pink;"Please visit again!"@@ you manage to blurt out for a finish. Finish is the word of the hour, because the guy in your ass who just made you feel so lovely is currently pumping his load. The hot jizz makes you scream, but before you know it, he's spent. At this point, you briefly rejoice that you're doing your work admirably, servicing one client after another. It doesn't hold for long though, as the group surrounding you -- which you thought at this point to be just two kissing women -- has decided, without your consent, that you'd enjoy a change of position. Instead of kneeling, you're back on your heels. It's not a comfortable position to squat like this, but all things worth having require some sacrifice. You see why they had you stand up, as a man is sliding between your legs until his crotch his about lined up with yours. He's lying beneath you and has a wide grin painted on his face. Aww, he's happy to see you! @@.pink;The feeling's mutual... look at that bulge, girl.@@ Strong hands grip your waist, which is enough for it to tremble nervously. A strong man holding you is just... it comes so naturally these days. He isn't about to let that be all of it; he's already pushing hard against your sphincter. Tease that it is, his cock resists for a moment, but then there's that satisfying pop when it pushes in hard enough. Full again. Finally. The man below is now quite excited to join in and takes action. \ \ <<if $penis is 0>>\ \ His penis rests against your entrance. Wait, your new pussy... You're going to lose your virginity, like this? Somebody from the second batch of people using your body in an orgy? @@.pink;How romantic!@@ His meat brushes over the top of your slit and your remaining thoughts cease. That must've been your clitoris. Your vocal cords are relaxing so much that you lose control over them, but that feeling is nothing compared to when he finally puts it in. Women always told you the first time -- some even said the first couple of times -- as a woman is rather uncomfortable. Either they were all lying, or they just weren't doing it right. <em>Fuck</em>, this is good! You feel full in every orifice, and it's like you're masturbating with two dicks at once. Only they're not yours, they just pump into you. The feeling is the same, though you have the impression that it's <em>much</em> stronger. But perhaps that's just your @@.pink;fleeting mind@@ talking.\ \ <<else>>\ \ Despite your ass being occupied already, he somehow has that spot pegged. His length <em>needs</em> to go in there. With such conviction, it's no surprise that he manages to enter your asshole against all odds, and you're now fucked by two dicks at once. That didn't take long. @@.pink;To be fair, it plays to your strengths!@@ God, having your orifices filled like this... You don't think you could feel any more embarrassed at how much you enjoy these sensations!\ \ <<endif>> However, you could always be fuller. Two men walk over to you. Maybe they'll help with that? They @@.pink;needlessly@@ exchange some words before they stop before you. You gaze at them with glassy eyes, filled with love and cocks, as well as a craving for more of both. Finally, they show mercy. Not waiting another second, they helpfully unzip their pants for you, freeing their meaty penises. One of them goes for your tits. How thoughtful. They'd started to feel cold after the last guy left. Feeling a hard rod rub in between them and large hands pushing them together is an absolute joy. The other guy know what's left for him to take, it's a no-brainer. @@.pink;Kind of like you!@@ The way you're still staring up at him, with your mouth agape, it's hardly surprising when he lays his meat on your soft, inviting tongue. When he makes contact, he grunts quietly. Your mouth is nice and warm, just perfect for sucking cock. After resting there for a minute, revelling in the cosy feeling, he lets you do just that. His length pistons in and out of your mouth, same as the ones in all your other holes. Other holes... Now you're finally completely full. No orifice left to plug with man meat. Just the way you were meant to be. Since you're pretty much tied up in every direction, you can hardly move. You're not so much giving a blowjob or offering sex as you're being used as a fleshlight. Dicks are pounding you everywhere, in different rhythms, drawing all your senses away from anything that isn't sex, and you wouldn't have it any other way. The opening of the door disturbs this inner peace. @@.astrid;"@@@@.pink;Kandi@@@@.astrid;, could we-- Oh boy."@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ entered the room. Her reaction is understated, same as her facial expression. She seems surprised, based on what she said, but you couldn't tell just by looking at her. You gargle the cock up and out of your throat to communicate with her. @@.pink;"Laaa-duuurr!"@@ you mumble loudly, then immediately drop back on the phallus you just had to leave alone for a second. <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;Poor baby, come back here...@@<<endif>> The blonde doctor appears to look at you for a brief moment longer. At least you don't think you hear the door closing, but you hear very little over your muffled, internal moans anyway. Nobody's pulling you off the @@.pink;bumpy fun ride@@ though, so you suppose it's all good. <hr> <em>Later...</em> <hr> Some noise. The white ceiling is hidden behind a less-white shape. There's some bright yellow there... some peach. Something red, too, though partially covered by something that's almost as white as the ceiling. You can look inside the red... It's dark there, but you spot more peach. And a little further up, a hint of pure black. Oh... @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s not wearing panties. <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;Wow, you should get some girl advice from her, she obviously knows how to have fun!@@<<endif>> A wide, dumb grin spreads across your face as something starts to grab your arms. Your blood still has to circulate somewhere other than your <<if $penis is 1>>ass<<endif>>pussy, which means you almost drop unconscious again when you're lifted upright. @@.random;"Hey! I was using that!"@@ an unknown male voice complains. Huh, there's some pressure released from your holes, and you hear a wet splotch. A few drips of fluid splash against your ankle, but you don't pay it any mind. You're almost taken out of your trance by a brief, bright flash of light, but it's gone in an instance and you can't muster up the resolve to ask about it. Still bathing in orgasms that seem to be unending, you're [[carried out of the nearly empty waiting room.|Week 2, Day 2 - Earth to Uranus - FUCKTOY]]

Shapes start becoming clearer. @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s pussy was a wild guess, but now that things are clearing up, you can see the blonde doctor is still blushing. Apparently she noticed you sneaking a peek, though she's not upset at you whatsoever. Neat. Only now do you realise that you're actually being carried through the clinic naked. <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;Hey everyone! I've got the evening free...@@<<else>>God, you're falling from one humiliating scenario into the next. If @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s plans are anything to go by, this will be far from the last.<<endif>> Luckily, it doesn't take long until you're apparently at your destination. A woman is waiting for you there, and, through your slightly hazy mind, hard to distinguish. Her hair is just as fake blonde as @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s, though the difference between the two is clear as day the moment this new woman speaks up. @@.blue;"Oh. My. Gosh. You are just the prettiest!"@@ she gushes. @@.blue;"You looked <em>so</em> adorable back there. I totally felt bad for walking in on you having some... private time. In public *teehee*"@@ <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>What a cheerful young girl. Her attitude is kind of uplifting.<<else>>Gee, who does she remind you of? She's so grating that your snarkiness manages to work its way through your intense cock trance. Luckily, it stops before it reaches your mouth, which you manage to wisely keep shut.<<endif>> @@.blue;"So, umm, don't take this the wrong way, buuuut... what cup size are you?"@@ she asks, her eyes darting to your <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;tits@@<<else>>chest<<endif>> and then back to your face multiple times per second. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ takes over. @@.astrid;"Well, I've been in this business for a while. If I can still trust my eyes, our model here is a healthy <<print $cupsize[Math.trunc($chest)]>>,"@@ she announces. @@.blue;"<<print $cupsize[Math.trunc($chest)]>> boobies?"@@ the blonde client marvels. @@.blue;"Whoa... Isn't that uncomfortable or anything?"@@ @@.astrid;"You've seen her move earlier. Did she look restricted in any way?"@@ @@.blue;"Sure, by all the pee-pees everywhere."@@ @@.astrid;"I... I mean besides those."@@ @@.blue;"Oh, uh, I guess not. And she had her boobies made?"@@ the patient inquires. @@.astrid;"Well, did you?" Astrid@@ hands it back to you, though she knows full well. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>\ <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;"Yeppers,"@@ you explain hazily. @@.pink;"Had 'em done here two days ago. Got a cup size bigger, I think."@@\ <<else>>@@.pink;"Yeah..."@@ you explain hazily and hesitantly. @@.pink;"Mine are done. I... got the implant here on Sunday and upped myself a cup size, I think."@@\ <<endif>>\ <<else>>\ <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;"Nope!"@@ you explain hazily. @@.pink;"Mine are all real. Not a bit of plastic in 'em."@@\ <<else>>@@.pink;"N-no,"@@ you explain hazily, and finally feel self-conscious about having this intimate conversation naked. @@.pink;"I don't have any implants."@@\ <<endif>>\ <<endif>> <<if $chestImplant is 1>>\ @@.blue;"And you're bouncing on cock like that already?! That's incredible! Gimme, gimme, gimme!"@@ she starts to chant like a child<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>, and you're tempted to join in<<endif>>. @@.astrid;"Relax," Astrid@@ calms the excited teen. @@.astrid;"We're talking more than what she has. Let's see if she wants to model for you first." Astrid@@ turns to you. @@.astrid;"It should be obvious what procedure she's contemplating. So, will you show her?"@@\ <<else>>\ @@.blue;"Oh wow... I'm really jealous. I wish I was born with hooters like yours,"@@ she muses, prodding her own chest. Despite your new body, you very much enjoy the sight in front of you, as brief as it is. @@.astrid;"Well, remedying such shortcomings of nature is what we're here for." Astrid@@ turns to you. @@.astrid;"I don't have to spell out what procedure she would like you to model, do I?"@@\ <<endif>> You try to focus better on what's happening. Right, you're at the clinic, @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s asking you to model a procedure. No special offer this time, it seems. Most likely, you're just going to get normal<<if $chestImplant is 1>>, bigger<<endif>> silicone implants for your breasts. They don't look like they need expanding<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> @@.pink;-- nonsense, they always do! --@@<<endif>> but it doesn't sound like a particularly harmful procedure. Keep in mind that @@.astrid;Astrid@@ probably likes it when you help her out. Then again, you see her glaring at you in a weird way occasionally. You're not sure if she's trying to tell you something... Maybe modelling the implant this time actually won't score you any points with her. In light of that, do you take the plunge and get <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;your titties stuffed<<if $chestImplant is 1>> some more<<endif>>?@@<<else>><<if $chestImplant is 1>>another<<else>>a<<endif>> set of implants?<<endif>> [[Let's do it.|Week 2, Day 2 - Titty Buffet - FUCKTOY]] <<if $emptiness gte 5>>@@.pink;Hurry up already... make me big and round!@@<<endif>><<if $emptiness lt 5>> [[Hmm... pass.|Week 2, Day 2 - No Tits For You - FUCKTOY]]<<endif>>

<<set _a to either(1,2,3)>><<set $plastictits = 1>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $fakeness += 1>><<set $brandy.devotion = 1>>\ \ <<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>>\ \ \ /*<<set $astrid.points += 1>> - Balancing/logic issue: Astrid doesn't want Brandy to get implants; therefore she doesn't like the example you're setting. If you agree to pose for the catalogue, she'll sigh, saying that at least the clinic got some benefit from it, and give you one point. Might change this though if it becomes a bigger balance issue.*/\ \ \ @@.astrid;"Thank you,@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@@@.astrid;," Astrid@@ says, smiling cheerfully. @@.astrid;"Please lie back and relax."@@ Easy for her to say. You doubt she has the same physical reaction to cosmetic enhancements that you do. The silver lining here is that you should be unconscious for this one. Hope is forming. Maybe this won't have an effect then. Ha. As if you were that lucky. While you were getting situated and lying back as instructed, your surgeon has returned her attention to her paying customer. @@.astrid;"The procedure is not very complicated. We make a small incision underneath each breast. Then, the... substance-filled sacs are inserted and we close the incisions back up. Like I said, it's not very complicated. Regardless, do you have any questions?"@@ @@.blue;"Nah,"@@ the third blonde in the room says, @@.blue;"you're the doctor, right? You do the surgery and all that. We gonna start?"@@ she asks giddily. @@.astrid;"Umm, sure, I suppose. So you're not worried at all about the incisions or anything?"@@ @@.blue;"Not really, if it makes my boobies look nice. Why, should I?"@@ @@.astrid;"No. I mean, no! No need to worry. It's not like back in the day, we have very advanced methods of letting your skin rehabilitate. There won't be any scars left, only mild bumps at most. Since it's right on the fold where your... boobies meet your ribs, nobody will be able to tell the difference, perhaps not even me. If the wounds were to be opened up again quickly, it'd be another story, but we'll take good care of you, promise," Astrid@@ explains with sincere-feeling affection. @@.blue;"Oh."@@ The patient looks completely unable to process this information, as simple as it was. @@.blue;"Good,"@@ she says, with an almost audible question mark at the end. A noticeable, awkward pause follows the conversation as @@.astrid;Astrid@@ struggles to decide whether she's done her duty as a medical practitioner here. Eventually, she internally answers in the affirmative and turns to you again. @@.astrid;"Ready?"@@ You quickly mull the thought over. You can't back out now. <<if $emptiness gte 5>>@@.pink;And who'd want to?@@<<endif>> <<if $emptiness gte 5>>@@.pink;"Y-yes, please,"@@ you stutter for some reason. Deep down, you know it's because you're excited.<<else>>@@.pink;"Sure. Go right ahead,"@@ you answer with fake confidence.<<endif>> The gorgeous doctor nods at you, gives you a faint smile, and then a whiff from a breathing mask. It... it smells real... nice... <hr> Ooph. Waking up out of anaesthesia is always rough. Everything feels so numb. It's worse than being woken up early by noise on a Sunday. Just like then, you have to collect your thoughts for a moment. Right, you got some<<if $chestImplant is 1>> new<<endif>> breast implants. Your interest is piqued, but your body isn't quite ready yet to sate that curiosity. Hopefully, somebody will help you out. You spot a lab coat and some oppressively blonde hair. @@.astrid;"Looks like everything went well. I suppose you want to see it?"@@ the @@.pink;nice@@ doctor cuts right to the chase. Actually... you don't disagree with this particular intrusive voice in your head. It <em>is</em> quite nice of her not to stall. Carefully, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ takes hold of your arm, supporting you on your shaky way over to the mirror. The customer eyes you with fascination, but you barely take note of her when the mirror appears in front of you. The first thought that asserts itself takes you by surprise. <<if $emptiness lt 5>>\ \ You look @@.pink;hot@@. Is that... really what you think? Yes, yes it is. It may not be upon deeper reflection, but it sure is your first thought when you look at yourself. After all, why lie about it? You can admit as much and don't have to delude yourself that you wouldn't have fucked the shit out of a @@.pink;ditzy, slutty bombshell@@ like this in a heartbeat two weeks ago. @@.pink;A ditzy, slutty bombshell like you...@@ You don't even question it. The only thing you wonder is how you're even standing as the orgasm crushes your body. It feels so good, and yet you almost didn't notice. Because your eyes are completely focussed, drawn to your @@.pink;huge, plastic tits@@. You can't look away even as you start to moan and squirt juices over the floor. Your breasts got bigger, obviously. More pert, too. You're afraid to touch them, but they look... bulging. Stuffed, almost. @@.pink;Well, kinda literally, right?@@ You'd bet they feel just like that. Hell, they do now, just sitting proudly on your chest. The only question that remains is... ...is it enough? [[No. "I need more,"|Week 2, Day 2 - Titty All You Can Eat - FUCKTOY]] you tell @@.astrid;Astrid@@. You said it yourself. You look @@.pink;hot@@. @@.pink;Imagine how much hotter another cup size would make you look!@@ It won't help with @@.astrid;Astrid@@, but it'll sure help @@.pink;catch all the boys' looks@@. After how much you've been through, you deserve a little @@.pink;treat@@. <<if _a is 1>>[[Yes. More than enough.|Week 2, Day 2 - Brandy's Real Tits - FUCKTOY]]<<else>>[[Yes. More than enough.|Week 2, Day 2 - Brandy's Fake Tits - FUCKTOY]]<<endif>> You've pleased @@.astrid;Astrid@@ and her client. On top of that, this procedure should calm your new... needs. Quit while you're ahead.\ \ <<else>>\ \ It's not enough. It simply isn't. <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;Told you it never is...@@<<else>>@@.pink;Preach it, girl!@@<<endif>> Sure, there's a cup size more. They're riding a little higher. But as @@.pink;hot@@ as you look, you can't help but yearn for more. @@.pink;Just one more cup won't hurt. Just this one.@@ [["I need more,"|Week 2, Day 2 - Titty All You Can Eat - FUCKTOY]] you plainly moan to @@.astrid;Astrid@@ over your crushing orgasm.\ \ <<endif>>

<<set _a to either(1,2,3)>>\ \ <<if $chestImplant is 1>>@@.blue;"Oh... okie, it's fine. You only just had your boobies done, right? I woulda felt bad if you got them biggerer because I wanted to have a look. I'm just gonna go by the@@ @@.pink;titties@@ @@.blue;you got right now,"@@ the blonde patient explains.\ \ <<else>>@@.blue;"Oh... okie, it's fine, I guess. If I had boobies like yours I prob wouldn't get plastics either..."@@ the young woman says understandingly, but you do note a hint of sadness in her voice.\ \ <<endif>> Well, you probably escaped your "punishment" today. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is looking at you, but you can't detect anger on her face. In fact, it hardly expresses anything. She didn't make you a special offer today, so maybe she just doesn't mind your refusal. But let's see what this girl is deciding to do first. @@.astrid;"So, what's it gonna be?"@@ Astrid@@ had the same thought as you. @@.blue;"Hmm..." the young blonde ponders for a while. No answer is forthcoming even after five minutes of deliberation, so the surgeon steps in again. @@.astrid;"What are you thinking about, darling?"@@ she tries to ease the patient into it. @@.blue;"About getting my titties pumped up, duh,"@@ the girl mockingly replies as if it was obvious. @@.astrid;"I... know. Whatever, listen. It's pretty simple. Do you want your breasts enlarged?"@@ @@.blue;"Uh, yeah."@@ @@.astrid;"Okay, good. So you're absolutely sure you don't want to leave without an enhancement? You can still back out."@@ @@.blue;"Uh huh. I want them."@@ @@.astrid;"Got it. Then you have two choices. \ <<if $chestImplant is 1>>Our friend here has the fake-looking model. You can see how they look on her. Alternatively, we also have an advanced procedure that we tend to use more often. Our model just likes the@@ @@.pink;trashy@@ @@.astrid;look. The regular, more advanced implants look and feel just like the real thing. I guarantee nobody'll know they're fake unless you tell them. Of course you'll gain a good amount of volume, so people may figure it out that way.\ <<else>>Our friend here doesn't have any implants, although she is much bigger than you. Picture that for yourself and you can figure out how you're going to look with our implants. That is, if you want to go as large as her. We've got advanced procedures that can make enhanced breasts look completely natural. I guarantee nobody'll see the difference unless you tell them. Of course, people who knew you for a long time might notice if you go for a major enlargement. We can do it in steps to ease you and your peers into it and avoid raised eyebrows. Alternatively, you can get another type of implant. Those look more in line with how most people envision breast implants. Big, round, a bit tougher than skin and flesh. They'll stand up off your chest more and the majority of people will be able to tell that you've had work done. Some people find it raunchy to be looked at that way.\ <<endif>>\ \ So, what do you think?"@@ That was a lot of information. You can see the girl thinking hard. Her eyes keep darting to your chest. Is she comparing herself to you? Well, that <em>is</em> your job description, pretty much. After touching her chin briefly in contemplation, she looks up, just having had an epiphany. <<if $chestImplant is 1>>\ \ <<if _a is 1>>[["I know what to pick!"|Week 2, Day 2 - Brandy's Real Tits - FUCKTOY]] the girl exclaims excitedly.\ <<else>>[["I know what to pick!"|Week 2, Day 2 - Brandy's Fake Tits - FUCKTOY]] the girl exclaims excitedly.\ <<endif>>\ \ <<else>>\ \ <<if _a is 1 or 2>>[["I know what to pick!"|Week 2, Day 2 - Brandy's Real Tits - FUCKTOY]] the girl exclaims excitedly.\ <<else>>[["I know what to pick!"|Week 2, Day 2 - Brandy's Fake Tits - FUCKTOY]] the girl exclaims excitedly.\ <<endif>>\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $plastictits = 2>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $fakeness += 1>><<set $brandy.devotion = 2>>\ \ <<set $chest += 0.5>><<set $lips += 1.5>><<set $height += 1>><<set $ass += 0.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 1>>\ \ @@.astrid;"Excuse me?" Astrid@@ is taken aback. <<if $emptiness lt 5>>\ \ @@.pink;"I want them bigger. Please. Just one more cup,"@@ you plead with her. @@.blue;"Whoa... you're so cool!"@@ the ditzy teen interjects, but is ignored by both @@.astrid;Astrid@@ and you. @@.astrid;"You heard what I said about the scarring, right? If I open you up again so soon, you'll have some very visible marks there,"@@ the doctor reminds you. You jolt in your seat. The mental image of two symmetrical scars right underneath your @@.pink;funbags@@... Anybody who gets close to you, anybody who sees you naked will know. There's no chance of passing it off as anything other than having had silicone pumped into your @@.pink;titties@@. Two identical scars like that... they're no accident, nor some life-saving surgery. They're something beautiful. The thought brings back your orgasm for a second. The blonde surgeon sees you writhing in your chair and understands that she just got your answer. @@.astrid;"Alright, you're a big girl. If you want it, you want it. I suppose I don't have to tell you again to lay back and relax. You look quite comfortable already."@@ There she goes, snapping a new pair of rubber gloves against her wrists. You don't have to wait long for the gas mask either. Is this really a good idea? <hr> You feel yourself waking up, and you're much more alert than ten minutes ago. Or what you perceive to have been ten minutes ago. You have no idea what time it is, but that's the least of your concerns. You <em>remember</em>. @@.pink;"I wanna shee,"@@ you demand, still kind of groggy, but surprisingly fit right out of narcosis. Once again, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ caringly grabs hold of your arm, though she's much more hesitant this time. Another dÃ©jÃ vu follows, as you find yourself stunned when faced with your mirror image. @@.pink;This was a <em>great</em> idea.@@ Juices start gushing out of your crotch as your knees go weak enough that you have to support yourself against the wall next to the mirror. Your tits have turned into glistening bullets, like you've seen so many times back in your life as a male. In porn, that is. Never have you seen a @@.pink;whore like yourself@@ in public. Somebody with knockers like these probably has a sugar daddy to drive her around town in limos with tinted windows. @@.pink;Ooh, how ambitious. Better get to work finding one!@@ After the initial excitement has gone down, you find a way to extend it. One hand gently rubs at your cleavage, while the other finds its way <<if $penis is 0>>inside your snatch<<else>>around your boyclit<<endif>>. For a moment, your eyes drift to a stone-faced @@.astrid;Astrid@@ -- who nonetheless is covering her mouth with one hand as if to express shock -- as well as an intrigued young woman staring in wonder. A moment later, your eyes are transfixed back on your @@.pink;glued-on globes@@. Cautiously rubbing the upper side of them gives you an exquisite feeling. They're slightly sore, but once the masturbation started, they quickly turned that into pleasure. Or maybe the @@.pink;fog@@ did?<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> @@.pink;Thanks foggy!@@<<endif>> And there's the finale. A few more <<if $penis is 0>>plunges<<else>>jerks<<endif>> and you feel that orgasm struggling to break out of your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<else>>dicklet<<endif>>. Inevitably, it does, and sprays your <<if $penis is 0>>girl<<endif>>jizz all over the already wet floor. @@.astrid;"If this keeps happening, we'll have to hire another janitor on account of you," Astrid@@ quips, but you barely hear her over the static on your ears. It ceases more quickly than before though. @@.pink;Well, you know what to do about that... Pump yourself full! Fuller! No, fullerer than that!@@ As your orgasm fades, so do the voices in your head. With more clarity, you look down at yourself. God, what did you do to your tits? And why didn't you do it sooner? Taking in the sight of your fake boobies, you immediately feel sexier. There's no echo to saying any of these lewd things about yourself in your head though... Odd. Well, you'll keep an eye on it, if you can tear them away from your newly spherical boobs. @@.astrid;"Happy?"@@ your doctor asks. You bite your lip and squeeze your fake titties with both hands, smiling widely. Sure, it hurt, but you think you left the impression you aimed for, judging by how @@.astrid;Astrid@@ rolls her eyes. @@.blue;"Oh gosh, does that means I'm next?!"@@ the blonde teenager swoons. @@.blue;"I can't wait! Please@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@@@.blue;, I want to get my boobies enhanced!"@@ @@.astrid;"You sure you don't want the more realist--"@@ @@.blue;"Give me what she had! Come ooon, I'm paying for it!"@@ she interrupts, [[bouncing anxiously from one foot to the other.|Week 2, Day 2 - Brandy's Fakest Tits - FUCKTOY]]\ \ <<else>>\ \ @@.pink;"Make bigger,"@@ you half grunt like a caveman, half beg on the verge of tears. @@.astrid;"N-no, I got that,"@@ the blonde lady further delays things, @@.astrid;"I mean, did you hear what I said about opening you up again so soon? It'll leave visible scars on the bottom."@@ @@.pink;"Don't care. Make 'em look like the seam on a football. Just get me bigger titties... please!"@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ looks at you with a completely neutral expression. Her hesitation fuels your impatience. @@.blue;"Oh wow, this is pretty rough!"@@ the blonde teen throws in from the side, but is ignored by both you and the surgeon, who's still staring at you. @@.astrid;"You know what? You're an adult. I won't say a word. Lie back and relax."@@ Yes. You did it. They're gonna get bigger. Even bigger. There comes the gas mask again. Oh no, you're still awake! What if it doesn't work, and she calls off the operation? Focus, @@.pink;Kandi@@, focus on sleeping. Fall asleep... Fall asleep... Fall asleeeee... <hr> You awake, and with a shocking degree of clarity this time. There's only one thing on your mind. @@.pink;"Wann-na shee..."@@ Looks like your mouth hasn't caught up to your mind yet. Your intentions were understood though. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ comes over again to carry you over to the mirror. Your hazy vision clears up in a split second. Wordlessly, your hands wander to your chest. Somebody's speaking to you but you can't hear them. You can't hear anything. All you perceive is the sight of those @@.pink;magnificently@@ fake @@.pink;tits@@, and the fingers that caress them. You can see that they've been surgically enhanced. You can see how unnaturally they perk up off your chest. You can even see where two silicone bags overlap, creating a dent in your skin. Your fingers keep pressing into the not as pliable @@.pink;new flesh@@ of your @@.pink;pornstar knockers@@. Briefly, faintly, your mind screams that they're sore and you should stop. The cautionary voice fades quickly. But the pleasure doesn't. You don't stop rubbing your @@.pink;tits@@ until you moan gutturally in pleasure like a crazed woman. Your mind fills with images of people staring at you in public. It's true, you've seen @@.pink;whores like yourself@@ before, but exclusively in porn. None of them to be found on the street, or anywhere else in public life. They're probably sitting at home in some mansion, sipping champagne while their twenty years older husband is making a fortune in an office downtown. @@.pink;Doesn't sound that bad, does it?@@ Finally, you feel it coming. A well-deserved orgasm, just from playing with your @@.pink;silicone@@. Yes, it's part of you now. An extension of your body. A piece of it. When your climax comes crashing down, you squeal loudly, while your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<else>>boyclit<<endif>> is spraying its fluids all over the floor. You slump backwards against the stained mirror, catching your breath as yet more juices squirt from your nethers. @@.astrid;"If this keeps happening, we'll have to hire another janitor on account of you," Astrid@@ quips, but you barely hear her over the static on your ears. It ceases more quickly than before though. @@.pink;Well, you know what to do about that... Pump yourself full! Fuller! No, fullerer than that!@@ As your orgasm fades, so do the voices in your head. With more clarity, you look down at yourself. God, what did you do to your tits? And why didn't you do it sooner? Taking in the sight of your fake boobies, you immediately feel sexier. There's no echo to saying any of these lewd things about yourself in your head though... Odd. Well, you'll keep an eye on it, if you can tear them away from your newly spherical boobs. @@.astrid;"Happy?"@@ your doctor asks. You bite your lip and squeeze your fake titties with both hands, smiling widely. Sure, it hurt, but you think you left the impression you aimed for, judging by how @@.astrid;Astrid@@ rolls her eyes. @@.blue;"I want that."@@ You hear the girl pipe up again. You'd almost forgotten about her. She's staring at you wide-eyed and with a gaping mouth. It seems you left an impression. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ turns to the young woman. @@.astrid;"Are you sure you want the fake--"@@ @@.blue;"I want that,"@@ the bubbly blonde interrupts assertively. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ breathes out loud again but keeps a straight face while [[she grabs yet another pair of gloves.|Week 2, Day 2 - Brandy's Fakest Tits - FUCKTOY]]\ \ <<endif>>

<<set $emptiness = 0>><<set $cash += 100>>\ \ <<if $plastictits is 1>>\ \ @@.astrid;"Thank you,@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@@@.astrid;" Astrid@@ says with a pained expression. @@.astrid;"<<if $brandy.implants lte 3>>I'm not exactly happy about the girl's choice, but it's probably the best case scenario...<<else>>It's... tough seeing that young girl ruining her body like that for... nevermind.<<endif>> Whatever the case, you did exactly as I asked, so here's your pay."@@ She hands you a hundred bucks. @@.astrid;"Standard rate. Listen... if that girl shows up again when you're working... could you refuse to model for me?"@@ You're shocked by what you're hearing, though you had a suspicion she didn't want you to model the implant. You ask her to elaborate, but she doesn't respond right away. <<if $astrid.points gte 2>>@@.astrid;"I don't want to get into it too much. Suffice to say, that young thing is very dear to me, and I'm worried she's making some unwise choices, you know? I'd prefer if she waits with decisions like this, despite today being a 'defeat' in that regard. Would you be willing to help out?"@@\ <<else>>@@.astrid;"Don't read too much into it,"@@ she waves you off. @@.astrid;"I just need a favour and ask you for it. Alright?"@@\ <<endif>> @@.pink;"Umm, yeah, sure,"@@ you agree, but you're not sure you will. You want to keep all your options available. Saying that won't get you anything though. @@.pink;"I'll try my best to remember."@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ seems pleased by that. @@.astrid;"Thank you. That's all I ask. I wouldn't be able to pay you, but rest assured that my gratitude is not a worthless currency by a long shot."@@\ \ <<elseif $plastictits is 2>>\ \ @@.astrid;"Well," Astrid@@ starts, taking a few seconds to find the right words. @@.astrid;"You did your job, I suppose. Can't deny that,"@@ she says, staring at the most @@.pink;titillating@@ part of your body. @@.astrid;"I can give you a hundred bucks for it."@@ Just a hundred? @@.pink;"That... seems a little low,"@@ you explain diplomatically. @@.pink;So greedy! You already got the biggest, bestest reward already...@@ @@.astrid;"To put things into perspective, I didn't ask, nor tell you to blow yourself up like a@@ @@.pink;sex doll@@@@.astrid;."@@ @@.pink;Gawd@@, keep talking... you're getting wet already. @@.astrid;"I promised to pay you for the modelling required, and I only needed you to get a normal set of implants. Thus, you're being paid for one. Be happy that I'm not charging you for the second pair."@@ It's harsh, but you can't deny the logic. @@.pink;Who cares. Putting these puppies to work is going to earn you a fortune anyway!@@ $$100 is better than nothing. @@.astrid;"One other thing, and I don't have much hope this is going to work out, but I'll try. In case you meet this girl again while you're working, could you refuse to model implants?"@@ While you had that suspicion, you still don't understand, and your confusion is evident on your face. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ goes on to explain, though not much. @@.astrid;"For reasons that don't have to concern you, I don't want her to get more implants than necessary. Today was... a worst case scenario in that regard, thanks to your efforts."@@ Uh oh. @@.astrid;"I want to be mad at you, but you couldn't have known. Maybe you even thought I'd be impressed if you went further than necessary. It's not easy, but I'll try not to hold it against you, I guess. In return, I'd appreciate if you made an attempt at restraint<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> at least once in your life<<endif>>."@@ @@.astrid;"Sure, uhh, I'll try,"@@ you agree, but you're not sure you will. You want to keep all options on the table, just in case. Can hardly tell her that, though. @@.astrid;"Good, thank you. I'll warn you in advance that I won't be able to pay you if you go through with my request. Rest assured that my gratitude will be more than worth it though."@@ <<if $fakeness gte 3>>@@.pink;Where's the fun in getting paid without having your body abused anyway?@@<<else>>Getting on @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s good side is part of the reason you haven't run away from this place yet. You'd do well to remember this deal.<<endif>>\ \ <<endif>> @@.astrid;"Okay, with that part of your payment sorted out, let's talk about a special opportunity.@@ \ <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.astrid;You know the deal already; I need photos for our catalogue. The pay would be a hundred bucks, like last time. It might also help me forget a pretty rotten day... So, you in?"@@ Decisions, decisions. You'll be permanently featured in the catalogue, with all the ramifications that may have. Needless to say, posing nude to show off your <<if $fakeness lt 3>>implants<<else>>@@.pink;fake fucktoy body@@<<endif>> is probably going to have an obvious immediate effect on your body, given your situation. Will you partake in the photoshoot?\ <<else>>@@.astrid;I know you're not doing this job out of love, but for money. Like I said earlier, our catalogue is very incomplete due to our influx of new treatments, and I'm aware this won't be the dream job you'll stick with for the rest of your life. So I want to make the most of your time with us. Would you be willing to stay half an hour longer for a quick, semi-professional photoshoot? It'd pay another hundred bucks. Of course, you'd be forever part of the clinic, thanks to the catalogue. It might also help me forget a pretty terrible day..."@@ You're not sure whether that's good or bad. It's another $$100 just for snapping a few pictures. You'd have doubled your weekly earnings on your first day, but you'd also have your face immortalised in this book, and people may recognise you. It's a risk, but probably less than what you've already done today. So?\ <<endif>> [[Sure, you could use the money.|Week 2, Day 2 - Lights, Camera... - FUCKTOY]] It's just a couple of photos, no big deal. [[No, thanks.|Week 2, Day 2 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]] This sounds all kinds of sketchy. Who knows how the choker will react to this kind of thing. Best head straight home.

<<set $cash += 100>><<set $emptiness += 3>><<set $photo1 = 1>><<set $photos = 1>>\ \ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ leads you to a back room. Hastily, she frees up a white wall for you to stand against. Once she's finished, you do so, looking straight at the camera. You start to wonder... Wouldn't this have worked out better as a "before and after" photoshoot? @@.pink;"Hey... wouldn't it make more sense if you have something to compare this to?"@@ you voice that concern. @@.pink;"Now you're only taking a photo of my made up face."@@ @@.astrid;"Oh, you didn't notice?" Astrid@@ visibly blushes. You shake your head. @@.astrid;"We, uhh... sort of snapped a little pic in the staff room for this purpose."@@ She can see that you're not pleased. @@.astrid;"I wasn't going to use them. I only just had the idea of entering you into the catalogue, I swear. That first set of pictures was taken for private reasons."@@ @@.pink;"<em>Set</em> of pictures? Private reasons?"@@ you dumbly repeat. @@.astrid;"They're private, don't pry,"@@ she shakes you off, blushing harder. @@.astrid;"It all turned out fine though, didn't it? You're gonna be in the catalogue anyway. Come on, stand straight and just look over the camera. Straight ahead."@@ She just moves past this intrusion, and you can't really do more to make your discontent known. What, you gonna sue her for sexual harassment in the workplace? The trial sure would be interesting, but you quickly think better of it. Resigned, you stare forward in a straight line, looking past the camera's lens as instructed. You hear the shutter click a handful of times before @@.astrid;Astrid@@ moves to a different angle. @@.astrid;"Want to have a side shot too... Just in case we need one, you know?"@@ Makes sense, though you're not sure why she had to qualify that statement with an empty justification. You might have surrendered to being a vapid bimbo in the first week of this ordeal, but even you can figure out that half of these photos are likely taken for "private reasons." Underneath your suspicions and anger, you feel raunchy to get nude photos taken of you. Sure, they're taken by a doctor... but not for medical reasons. Well, technically they are of a medical nature. A surgeon is a doctor, too. Whatever the case, showing off your enhanced @@.pink;assets@@ like this feels... exciting. You know it's the choker, but that doesn't help you fight the feelings it creates. In the end, you feel the temptation to recreate this situation. All you'd need to do is get more implants tomorrow... After getting a 45-degree-angle shot as well as a side profile, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ seems satisfied yet flustered. @@.astrid;"Thanks a lot,@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@@@.astrid;. I appreciate you doing this. On behalf of the clinic, I mean,"@@ she's quick to justify her statements again. @@.pink;"Yeah... got it. No problem,"@@ you bluntly relieve her. On your way out, she hands you two sweaty fifty dollar bills and wishes you [[a good night.|Week 2, Day 1 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $brandy.implants = 3>><<set $brandy.chest = 7>><<set $brandy.devotion += 2>><<if $plastictits is 0>><<set $emptiness += 3>><<endif>>\ \ @@.astrid;"Are you really sure about this?"@@ the surgeon tries again while she's putting on the surgical gloves. @@.blue;"Totally. Gimme the super fakes. Exactly like the model slut has."@@ You glance over at the young patient and @@.pink;blow her a kiss@@. You? A slut? @@.pink;What a nice thing to say.@@ @@.astrid;"I see you two are getting along," Astrid@@ mutters. @@.astrid;"Silver lining, I suppose. I'll... need to fetch some bigger implants, for obvious reasons.@@<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> @@.pink;You'll bankrupt this clinic if I'm not careful@@@@.astrid;,"@@ she's looking directly at you.<<else>>@@.astrid;"@@<<endif>><<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> You wink at the fake blonde while she rolls her eyes at you.<<endif>> @@.astrid;Astrid@@ gives the patient one last look before leaving you alone with her. The doctor's face was as blank as a bare canvas, but you thought you might have spotted regret or even sadness in her expression. Nevermind, she's gone now. And you notice the nervous patient keeps looking at your naked form. @@.blue;"You look amazing,"@@ she tells you almost inaudibly. Aww, what a sweet girl. @@.pink;"Thank you! Wait two hours and you'll look the same,"@@ you tease her mildly. @@.blue;"Thanks... But do you really think I'm gonna look like you?"@@ @@.pink;"Sure! Why not? That's the beauty of plastic surgery, right? Anybody can become a bombshell."@@ You look in the mirror, straightening your flowing blonde hair. @@.pink;A bombshell like you.@@ Perhaps even more than that... @@.pink;"And you're not ugly to start with, sweetie."@@ The young woman doesn't know how to react to that. She does have a dumb grin on her face though, which she shyly turns away from you, so you think it worked despite the rough choice of words. And there's @@.astrid;Astrid@@ coming back in, holding two huge bags of silicone in her hands as well as a bead of sweat on her forehead. @@.astrid;"Alright, these were the biggest we had in stock. Anything bigger we have to make a special order, which takes a few days. Barely anybody goes this big, so keeping them in storage is a waste of money. Anyway, if there's nothing else, we can finally get started."@@ Actually, there is one thing, as the patient is quick to point out. @@.blue;"Just two bags?"@@ she notes. @@.astrid;"Yeah,"@@ the doctor says, out of breath. @@.astrid;"You said you wanted to go as big as Ms. Model here, and this is the closest we get to that. I just explained why."@@ The young woman is hesitant, but the surgeon notices her fidgetting. @@.astrid;"There a problem?"@@ @@.blue;"Well..."@@ the girl starts slowly, @@.blue;"she's bigger than those. And she's got a visible dent between <<if $chestImplant is 1>>two of her bags<<else>>her bags<<endif>>. If I only have the one pair, I can't have a booby dent, and no big scar either, righty?"@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ needs a moment to take that in. @@.astrid;"You mean you want me to deliberately open you up twice, inserting two pairs of bags, just so the surgery looks <em>worse</em> than it should?"@@ The young @@.pink;whore@@ nods in shame. @@.pink;Before the day's over, she'll have that shame turned into pride.@@ @@.astrid;"Fine," Astrid@@ raises her eyebrows, the first time you've seen her face emote. @@.astrid;"Lay back, undress, and relax while I fetch another pair of implants."@@ As the surgeon is headed outside, the girl complies with her orders. She undresses entirely, without a second's worry that you're right next to her, and lies down on the operating table. Her natural breasts rise and fall in sync with her calm breath. With @@.astrid;Astrid@@ walking off like she did, and the patient standing her ground, you start thinking. She hasn't had her implants done yet, but you already notice her confidence rising. Oh, she's good... @@.pink;Or at least she will be in two hours.@@ Once she's had that first taste, you doubt she'll stop. You've made that happen for her. @@.pink;What a good friend you are!@@ Gone will be the average C cup you have your eyes locked on right now. Who knows how large she'll get though? As large as you? Even larger?<<if $fakeness gte 3>> @@.pink;Hopefully not! You want her pretty, but not prettier than you...@@<<endif>> You'll find out in a moment, as @@.astrid;Astrid@@ has just come back in. @@.astrid;"Alright,"@@ she huffs. @@.astrid;"Another pair of the biggest we have in stock. Any bigger than that and I'll step in as a doctor and decline the procedure as unsafe. Complaints?"@@ @@.blue;"Nah, sounds good,"@@ the patient chirps with no regard for the surgeon's palpable anger. That's one way to diffuse a situation. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ moves to clean and disinfect the four bags as well as her instruments before the operation. The patient is starting to shiver lightly as she lies there, naked. Before she has to worry about the cold too much, her doctor has finished preparations, and calmed down considerably in the process. @@.astrid;"Ready?" Astrid@@ asks. One last shudder runs through her patient, and clearly not due to the temperature. @@.blue;"Y-yes,"@@ she whispers, her overconfident persona gone in a blink. @@.astrid;"Great. I'll put the mask over your mouth. When I do, I want you to count down from twenty. Can you do that for me?"@@ The girl seems oddly taken aback by that request. @@.blue;"Twenty? Yeah, I guess."@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ shrugs off her hesitation, smiles encouragingly, and grabs the gas mask. However insurmountable the challenging of knowing what comes before fifteen seemed, the girl seems to have overcome it. She's fast asleep within seconds. In one elegant swing, the girl's right @@.pink;boobie@@ is opened up at its underside. @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s cuts aren't overly cautious, and your eyes are glued to the scene from the moment she first picked up the scalpel. You wonder, did she cut you as carelessly as she does the younger patient? Your hands drift to underneath your @@.pink;beach balls@@, feeling the rugged @@.pink;seam@@ where you were stuffed. Right now, most of the sharp edges come from the thread @@.pink;holding you together@@, but once that comes out, you're sure you'll keep a sweet @@.pink;boob zipper@@ there. Back to the subject at hand. The surgeon still looks on disinterested as she grabs the first implant and shoves it nonchalantly into the teen's boob, probably doubling it in volume. Closing it back up is done just as fast, giving @@.astrid;Astrid@@ a record of twenty minutes for one breast implant. You're not sure she'd want that on paper, but you're definitely im@@.pink;breast@@<<if $fakeness lt 3>>-- uhh, impressed<<endif>>. With respectable speed, the other side is opened up, filled up, and closed up as well. While your right hand stayed underneath your boobs, fondling your developing surgical scars, your left started drifting south some time ago. Now that you concentrate on it, you can hear your femininely deep, primal voice, too. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ had been turning around to you occasionally, and you'd wondered why. Her cheeks look more rosy than you remember them, but honestly, who cares? She's doing her job, and you're @@.pink;doing yourself@@. All is well. Once the second @@.pink;boobie@@ is closed, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ takes a little breather. With nothing to do, her eyes keep darting to your unyielding form. You don't slow down one bit. In fact, having an audience only encourages you take a step or two further. Between <<if $penis is 0>>thrusts<<else>>rubs<<endif>>, which part your lips and stimulate your vocal chords without any input from you, you shoot the gorgeous but ageing doctor a smile, acknowledging her interest and signalling her not to be shy. Disappointingly, she remains as firm as your @@.pink;tits@@ and remains fully dressed. Yet she can only bear taking that break for two or three minutes. So quickly after closing the incisions, she's prepared to make some new ones to avoid her resolve being shaken. As soon as the operation continues, the competent surgeon visibly relaxes. Just as yours have, you see the patient's bruised @@.pink;bags@@ opened up again. A mere five minutes in, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is already holding another implant in her hand, stuffing the young girl's tits to their limit. Your body rocks back and forth, your hips tremble. An orgasm? Hmm, you think you had one a minute ago... Or did you? Well, no such thing as too many orgasms, you just barely think to yourself as you double down on your crotch. You completely missed the scene in front of you for a bit there. In this state, you hardly have enough attention span to rub yourself to the heavens and back, much less focus on two things at once. You'll try your best though. Your hands run on auto-pilot anyway when your brain is this @@.pink;foggy@@. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ seems to be busy closing up the first @@.pink;titty@@ already. That was fast. Or maybe you're slow. Slow, sensual, sexy... @@.pink;Yeah, sounds like you.@@ The girl's really going through with it. Not that she has much choice right now. Her first boob is already done, and you find yourself checking it out in detail. There's the dent where the two huge silicone implants touch, just like yours. The shape and elasticity checks out. Size... ugh, comparing, while looking and rubbing. You're really overdoing it, @@.pink;girl@@. Take things one by one. Her second boob has just been opened, and the surgeon is grabbing the last implant. You missed it on the first one, but this is quite the spectacle. The patient was kind of average before. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ struggles severely to insert the silicone bag. The girl's skin stretches like a tarp that's too small, hardly containing the foreign object inside. In the end, @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s struggle pays off. Like a zipper on a bag that's too full, she grabs the nearest patch of skin, pulls it down, and starts sewing it up. Working her way around the underside of the girl's @@.pink;bags@@ -- they're now more silicone than skin -- takes up the bulk of time. Eventually, the surgeon finishes with sweat pouring down her forehead, same as you, but for different reasons. @@.pink;Hey, you <em>finished</em> too!@@ And more than once... @@.astrid;"Okay," Astrid@@ starts, out of breath, @@.astrid;"let her rest for a bit, while I take a break and check up on some other patients. Keep an eye on her and call me when she wakes up. Got that?"@@ Keep an eye on her? You'll do better and use both. Lazily nodding your head, you use all your willpower not tied up in moving your @@.pink;most useless body part@@ to slow down your hands. @@.pink;Don't forget your mouth is part of your head, too!@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ rolls her eyes, which still fixate on you for a suspiciously long time, before she [[leaves the room.|Week 2, Day 2 - Brandy's Fakest Tits Continue - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $brandy.implants = 1>><<set $brandy.chest = 1>><<if $fakeness gte 2>><<set $brandy.devotion += 1>><<endif>><<if $plastictits is 0>><<set $emptiness += 1>><<endif>>\ \ @@.blue;"Alright, I've decided. I wanna have the good ones."@@ \ <<if $chestImplant is 1 or $plastictits is 1>>She looks at you nervously, only now thinking about what she said. @@.blue;"S-sorry! I didn't mean yours are bad, I mean... uh, I want the real-looking ones. I love your boobs, I swear! Just want to try something else."@@\ <<else>>@@.astrid;Astrid@@ looks at her, not quite following. @@.blue;"I mean, I want them done to look like the pretty model. Not that big right now, I guess. Like you said, doc. Let's put in some small ones and make 'em bigger over time, okie?"@@\ <<endif>> <<if $chestImplant is 1 or $plastictits is 1>>@@.pink;"Don't worry, I got what you mean,"@@ you say conciliatorily. <<if $plasticmakeup is 0>>She's annoying, but sort of sweet. In any event, she hasn't done anything to you @@.pink;-- because you're being a huge bore! --@@ so you don't feel it necessary to be mean to her.<<else>>You're both made of the same stuff, so why be mean to her? There's all types of @@.pink;sluts@@ out there, no need to get territorial.<<endif>>\ <<else>>@@.pink;"Thank you!"@@ you show your gratitude for that compliment. You can't believe it, but you actually are touched that she said you're pretty.\ <<endif>> @@.astrid;"Sounds good to me," Astrid@@ announces. @@.astrid;"Glad to see you two are getting along, too. Alright, lie back and give me a second to arrange the materials."@@ The young woman excitedly skips over to the operating table, undresses and lies down. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ has put on a pair of surgical gloves and brought some bags with her. Only they don't look like bags. You'd have imagined a transparent foil encasing a bunch of viscous, almost-fluid silicone. And it does look like that, but minus the foil. It looks as if the substance keeps its structure all on its own, without a container to hold it. What is this stuff that @@.bunny;Bunny@@ got hold of? @@.astrid;"Okay, we're going to put you under for the procedure. Just breathe normally and count down from 20 in your head. Can you do that for me?" Astrid@@ caringly instructs her patient. @@.blue;"20? Sure, I guess..."@@ she responds, weirdly hesitant. @@.astrid;"Okay?"@@ Like you, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ isn't sure what to make of it. @@.astrid;"You do that then,"@@ she simply instructs again. @@.pink;"Let's get started."@@ The blonde surgeon grabs the breathing mask and fixes it to the patient's head. She's out within seconds. Then the procedure begins. At first, you want to look away. You succeed for no more than four or five minutes. A compulsion rises to have a look at the surgery. You try your best to keep resisting, but you think you know how this goes. Looking is going to make you crave implants of your own. Not looking is going to make you extremely uncomfortable until you inevitably give in. For once, you would prefer not feeling bad about it. Knowing where this leads, you just open your eyes and look at the young woman on the table. She's already cut up on one side, and @@.astrid;Astrid@@ looks about ready to insert the first "bag." You don't have a great view -- which you're not too upset about, given that it looks pretty disgusting -- but you can see the surgeon taking great care to place the implant properly. It probably takes about thirty to forty minutes from here until @@.astrid;Astrid@@ has placed the implant to her satisfaction and cautiously closes the incision again. Then it's on to the other breast. The procedure still looks as disgusting as before. As you predicted though... you feel a deep need to take the blonde teen's place on the operating table. It's more subtle than usual, but images of you getting cut up like that are definitely invading your head. @@.pink;Tomorrow's another day and another chance to make yourself pretty!@@ You're not sure what to focus on. Distract yourself from the rather gross surgery by thinking about your arousal or distract yourself from your enslavement to the choker by thinking about the gory sight in front of you. Fortunately, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is very adept at her job, and frees you from that dilemma with relative speed. The girl on the table needs a while to wake up. Anaesthetics here are strong <<if $chestImplant is 1 or $plastictits gt 0>>as you know<<else>>it seems<<endif>>, and she's got a lithe, light body, so she's probably going to be out for longer. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ checks up on some other patients for some time. Frankly, you're glad to catch a break and stay quiet before you're assigned any tasks. Having nothing to do isn't exactly a great alternative though. Before long, you find yourself in front of the mirror intended for patients after procedures. It gives you an opportunity to have a better look at your body. You're not sure why, but the thought of gazing at the fit, young, naked woman on the operating table doesn't even appear to you. <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>Your face is looking quite fake already. The "adaptive cosmetics" are doing their part to help you achieve the look. At least that means that your face is probably safe from further modification for a while... you hope.\ <<else>>Your face has changed so much, thanks to the choker alone. But there's a trace of you left in there. You're not quite if it's better or worse when you're looking into the mirror, clearly seeing a female, yet identifying yourself at the same time. Perhaps a wholly different face would make it easier to handle, but you don't want to jinx it. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ <em>could</em> monitor your thoughts, so better not give her any ideas. Besides, after having had one face mod suggested yesterday, what's the chance of another one appearing anytime soon?\ <<endif>> Between your head and upper body, long hair flows over your shoulders. You wonder if that blonde colour will come out after a while. Being a natural blonde would invoke too many bad jokes about your intelligence. @@.pink;They're not jokes if they're true!@@ It's quite amazing how slim your form got. In some areas, you probably needed it. In others, like your now very narrow shoulders, you easily would've preferred the status quo. <<if $chestImplant is 1 and $plastictits is 1>>You've gone all-in on your new @@.pink;titties@@. Well, almost. Now that you're looking at them again, you're imagining what you would've looked like if you'd have begged @@.astrid;Astrid@@ to spruce them up even more. @@.pink;You're still here, there's time...@@ With your puppies riding as high and weighing as much as they do now, you probably had enough though. That is until the choker grows them even further, of course. @@.pink;Exactly... why delay it?@@\ <<elseif $chestImplant is 1 and $plastictits is 0>>You'd fallen for the breast implants on Sunday, but were wise enough to resist the second time. You may not be too successful at resisting the choker, but at least you've proven you're capable of learning from your mistakes, though your @@.pink;boobs@@ don't quite show it. They defiantly ignore gravity, jutting out from your body and announcing to the world that there may just be a little silicone hidden within. Not everybody will notice, but anybody who looks sure will.\ <<elseif $chestImplant is 0 and $plastictits is 1>>Resisting on Sunday was easy. Resisting today... not so much. The result of that is bolted right onto your chest, defying gravity, round and not at all bouncy. You suppose that teaches you that just because you succeeded once doesn't mean you'll succeed again. Depending on how much you've given in or resisted previously, your hand may be forced. Maybe you need to relax a little more... after all, @@.pink;they do look pretty good on you@@.\ <<else>>Twice your burgeoning breasts have been under assault, and twice you have struck the force of the choker down. That should be a point of pride for you, and it is. What's more, you now helped another girl retain some of her natural beauty. Okay, so she still got implants. But she didn't go for the fake model! That's some victory at least. Keep going like this, and you may well come out of this with your mind intact, and maybe even a friend. Though you're questioning whether that would be all that enjoyable. @@.pink;The things she could teach you!@@\ <<endif>> Your lower body, as a whole, has largely gone ignored so far. Well, it's only been two days, and you're sure you aren't close to having seen everything yet. In fact, given that everything from the chest below has come away unharmed so far, you wouldn't be at all surprised if those areas are going to be targetted next.<<if $fakeness gte 2>> @@.pink;Your butt <em>could</em> use some toning...@@<<endif>> But mulling it over won't get you anywhere. You're just about to sigh, when you hear someone stirring behind. @@.blue;"Checking whether you're still prettier than me, gorgeous?"@@ the young girl jokes or flatters you. You can't quite tell. @@.pink;"Hey there. I'll get the doctor, be right back."@@ @@.blue;"Sure thingy, thanks. How do I look?"@@ she wants to know just before you're gone. You take her form in. <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;"Honestly? You look <em>hot</em>!"@@ you tell her exactly what she wants to hear @@.pink;and exactly what you think@@. @@.pink;"You'll be <em>so</em> happy when you get a look at yourself. That's why I'm gonna get the doctor real quick."@@ @@.blue;"You're soooo nice,"@@ the young woman says, still clearly dazed from the narcosis. She mumbles something more, but you can't hear it. It's possible she went back to sleep.\ <<else>>@@.pink;"Well, a bit dishevelled. You've just come out of surgery."@@ That's clearly not what she wants to hear, and wasn't the intent of her question. @@.pink;"No, but really, that's normal. I'm all over the place too, up top. Your body though... I think you'll be pleased."@@ @@.blue;"Oh... good,"@@ she says, short and reserved, almost like she did when @@.astrid;Astrid@@ got a little too "technical" before the operation. @@.pink;"So I'll get the doctor. That way you can get a look at yourself quicker."@@ She murmurs agreement, you think, and may have gone back to sleep. Oh boy, you hope you didn't put a damper on her excitement. Her demeanour is tiring, but she's a nice girl.\ <<endif>> Well, you better fetch @@.astrid;Astrid@@ then. Going out into the hallway, you approach the nurse from earlier. She wears a smirk when she sees you running around, which alone is more than you're wearing. <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;Gosh@@<<else>>Oh boy<<endif>>, you really need to ask someone where those clothes went. You'd prefer not going home naked tonight. For now, it probably doesn't matter. You're sure you cemented your reputation in this clinic for all eternity after that scene in the waiting room this morning. Fortunately, the nurse isn't set on mocking you for the rest of her shift and eventually tells you that @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is in said waiting room, consulting with some of the customers there. Great. Making your way there, you're spared any more awkward encounters. Some of the personnel catch a glimpse, but you doubt it's anything new for them. At the waiting room, you open the door just a crack, scanning the room for @@.astrid;Astrid@@. Indeed, she's chatting with a woman who's waiting there. Before you can even call attention to yourself, your naked body does it for you. You hear a loud whistle from the left side of the room, and find a widely-grinning man when you follows its direction. It has the useful side effect of also alerting the blonde surgeon to your presence, who signals she'll be with you shortly. <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;Blushing@@<<else>>Humiliated by your earlier... adventure<<endif>>, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ and you make your way back to the waiting patient. @@.astrid;"Okay, let's have a look,"@@ she announces your presence, which wakes the young woman again. @@.astrid;"Marvellous work!"@@ the doctor jokes, though it's not really apparent on her face that she is. @@.blue;"Can I see?"@@ the girl meekly pleads. @@.astrid;"Of course, sweetie, right away."@@ <<if $plastictits gt 0>>Just like with you<<else>>Helpfully<<endif>>, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ holds the patient under the arm and steadies her on her way to the mirror. Once there, you think you see tears welling up in the teen's eyes. @@.astrid;"As you can see, the shape is perfectly natural. Even now, the incisions are barely visible. You should still be careful and rest for a day or two. Don't move too suddenly," Astrid@@ cautions, just in time before the bouncy blonde was about to celebrate by jumping up and down. @@.blue;"Oh@@ @@.astrid;Astee@@@@.blue;, thank you so much!"@@ The young woman plants a kiss on the doctor's cheek. She seems upset by the odd nickname, yet touched by the sweet gesture at the same time. It's cute, really, to see somebody of @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s authority so visibly touched. @@.astrid;"That's my job, darling,"@@ she waves off the praise, though she clearly enjoys it. @@.astrid;"I'm just glad you like it. Remember what I said. Rest for a day or two, then check back with me to see that everything's healed nicely. How about you stop by again on Friday for that?"@@ @@.blue;"I will! And thanks model lady, you were real nice, too. Bye!"@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ and you bid the chatty blonde farewell, while <<if $plastictits is 0>>[[you feel just about ready to turn in for the evening as well.|Week 2, Day 2 - Bad Debrief - FUCKTOY]]<<else>>[[you feel just about ready to turn in for the evening as well.|Week 2, Day 2 - Good Debrief - FUCKTOY]]<<endif>>

<<set $brandy.implants = 2>><<set $brandy.chest = 5>><<if $fakeness gte 2>><<set $brandy.devotion += 2>><<else>><<set $brandy.devotion += 1>><<endif>><<if $plastictits is 0>><<set $emptiness += 2>><<endif>>\ \ @@.blue;"Alright, I've decided. I wanna have the fake ones."@@ \ <<if $chestImplant is 1 or $plastictits is 1>>@@.astrid;Astrid@@ looks at her, not quite following. @@.blue;"I mean, I want them done to look fake. Like you said, the obvious type. Like she has,"@@ the young patient points at you. You're flattered\ <<else>>She looks at you, suddenly nervous. @@.blue;"S-sorry! I really like the natural look on you, but going for the fake look feels so dirty... and exciting."@@ <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.pink;You can relate... jump on the table once she's done! It's not too late!@@<<endif>>\ <<endif>> <<if $chestImplant is 1 or $plastictits is 1>>@@.pink;"Thanks<<if $plastictits gte 1>>, baby<<endif>>,"@@ you blow her a kiss in gratitude. Those fake knockers are going to look great on her, @@.pink;just like they do on you.@@\ <<else>>@@.pink;"No worries. If anything, I can have a look at you to see if I want to get some fake knockers for myself later,"@@ you console her. She seems happy with that response. Of course, you don't have the slightest attention to ruin your @@.pink;perfect@@ boobs.\ <<endif>> @@.astrid;"Sounds good to me," Astrid@@ announces. @@.astrid;"Glad to see you two are getting along, too. Alright, lie back and give me a second to arrange the materials."@@ She hides it well, but you can see the patient is nervous. It's a big step to take. For a moment, you contemplate walking over and keeping her company until the operation starts, but that's when she strips naked without further prompting. Huh, she's not <em>that</em> nervous then. In the meantime, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ has just finished struggling against the sticky latex of her surgical gloves. She carries over some bags of transparent viscous fluid and sets them down on one of those metal tables with wheels after having sprayed it thoroughly with disinfectant. So that's what the implant looks like... In all honesty, it's exactly how you envisioned it. Sitting there on the instrument table, the substance behaves almost like skin and flesh. The patient two feet over makes for a good comparison, now that she's lying on her back. It highlights the differences. The silicone is clearly fighting gravity a bit more than the girl's natural cups do.<<if $chestImplant is 1 or $plastictits is 1>> It's a familiar sight from your own reflection in the mirror.<<endif>> The effect on her is going to be obvious<<if $chestImplant is 1 or $plastictits is 1>>, too<<endif>>. As the girl is lying there, you're considering if you couldn't have done more to steer her choice. <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;Exactly! Her natural size is <em>way</em> smaller than you, so she should've got fakies at least three times bigger than those itty-bitty bags of titty!@@<<else>>She's obviously an adult, so it's her choice. But given the @@.pink;yummy@@-- uncomfortable transformation you're going through, you feel slightly guilty to see a girl as young as her go down the same path, with you serving as inspiration.<<endif>> @@.astrid;"Okay, we're going to put you under for the procedure," Astrid@@ interrupts your thoughts. @@.astrid;"Just breathe normally and count down from 20 in your head. Can you do that for me?"@@ @@.blue;"Sure, I know most numbers up to 20."@@ @@.astrid;"Oh... good. You do that then. Let's get started."@@ The blonde surgeon grabs the breathing mask and fixes it to the patient's head. You see some doubt flashing in her eyes, but also a wide grin before she's out within seconds. Then the procedure begins. From the first incision, you find yourself attracted to the procedure. In a way, it registers in your mind that this is sort of gory, and should disgust you, but that's a faint voice, far in the back of your thoughts. Yes... the part of you that enjoys this sight is clearly prevailing. It takes about fifteen minutes for @@.astrid;Astrid@@ to insert the first @@.pink;tit bag@@. The way the patient's breast balloons outwards, like a dress being stuffed by a push-up bra, is so erotic, you have to do your utmost to keep your voice in. Once the implant is properly positioned, the<<if $fakeness gte 2>> @@.pink;sexy@@<<endif>> surgeon fixates it and begins closing up. Overall, you think she spent forty minutes or so, and there's still the second boobjob ahead. Despite it being more of the same, it's no less exciting to you. Quite the opposite. This time, you can't keep your hands to you. As you watch this innocent young thing's descent into whoredom, you start to touch yourself intimately. <<if $penis is 0>>Your fingers are rapidly plunging in and out of your snatch<<else>>Your hands are racing up and down your hard, pulsing length<<endif>>, to @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s visible displeasure. At first, you think she's disgusted at your behaviour, the humiliation of which only serves to make you @@.pink;hornier@@ Then, you detect a hint of fascination in her gaze. Perhaps she's less offended and more distracted by your antics? Maybe she can even relate? @@.pink;Hmm, you should get to know her better. Much more... closely~@@ After some considerable downtime, due to @@.astrid;Astrid@@ getting a bit confused, she's finally about to get started on the second @@.pink;tit@@. She'd mixed up some of the instruments on the table, then thought she forgot something outside, came back in and found it right there. The independent surgeon is affected by you, and quite formidably so. Nonetheless, she's eventually back on track. Not counting the break in between -- which then included @@.astrid;Astrid@@ washing her hands again and putting on new gloves -- the other boob takes roughly as much time, forty minutes for opening, inserting and closing back up. As promised, her incision marks are minute<<if $chestImplant is 1 or $plastictits is 1>> -- just like yours<<if $fakeness gte 2>>, @@.pink;sadly@@<<endif>> --<<endif>> and barely visible even now. Once the woman's had some rest, they'll be completely undetectable. The rest of her @@.pink;titties@@ though... Well, she's ensured those are very, <em>very</em> visible from now on. Exactly how visible, you're currently observing. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ has left the room to check up on some other patients, so you're all alone. You're entranced by the globes, rising from the young woman's chest. Kneeling on the floor, you bring yours right next to hers. She's a bit smaller, but the shape is absolutely identical. When you got your implants, you were <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;excited@@<<else>>horrified<<endif>>, but you hadn't considered the implications for your body. It's not just that you decided to get a beauty procedure done. You let them sculpt you. As if the choker weren't already doing enough of that, you came to this health clinic to get cut up even further. In the process, your body lost part of its uniqueness. Your boobs no longer have their own look. They conform to a prescribed shape for maximum attractiveness. They're built to a standard, like a sex doll. Only you're a bit more blown up than this girl here.<<if $fakeness gte 2>> @@.pink;Sounds about right!@@<<endif>> What's more <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;fun@@<<else>>terrifying<<endif>> is that this thought is the @@.pink;hottest@@ thing to cross your mind yet. You suddenly find your hand stuck in your panties, and you're unable to take it away. @@.pink;Looks like your specifications state that you can't keep your hands off you~@@ Knowing it's only going to get harder to resist from here on out, you let your fingers do their work without thinking about it too much. @@.pink;Finally!@@ However, you're disturbed about ten minutes in, as you find yourself building up to a decent orgasm already. A voice interrupts you. @@.blue;"I'm gonna take it as a compliment... *tee... hee*..."@@ the young woman struggles to convey. Startled, you hurriedly get back upright, only now noticing that you'd been resting one of your boobs on one of hers during your spontaneous <<if $penis is 0>>jilling<<else>>jacking<<endif>> off. Your arousal is far from gone, and you're fingers more than wet, but you try to maintain the facade that you weren't doing anything. Seeing as the patient is a little dense, you're taking the chance. @@.blue;"Do I look that good?"@@ she isn't fooled, but clearly still enjoyed your performance. <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;"Well... let's say if you find my outfit in a store somewhere, we could probably pass as sisters,"@@ you can't help but excitedly blurt out. Why are you taking to this girl so fast? Especially now that she's @@.pink;so much like you@@? @@.blue;"Really?!"@@ the girl asks incredulously. She looks wide awake for somebody who just came out of anaesthesia.\ <<else>>@@.pink;"Oh uhh..."@@ you stutter, which allows you to hear a little disappointed sigh by the patient. @@.pink;"No no! I mean, you look amazing right now. Honest!"@@ You were just trying to deflect from your... activity. She's smiling either way, so you don't think you did too much harm.\ <<endif>> @@.pink;"<<if $fakeness gte 2>>For sure! <<endif>>Do you want me to fetch the doctor? I'm sure she'll be interested to hear you're awake already."@@ @@.blue;"Okay, yeah,"@@ she seems a bit more tired after the initial excitement. That's normal, you suppose. Well, you better fetch @@.astrid;Astrid@@ then. Going out into the hallway, you approach the nurse from earlier. She wears a smirk when she sees you running around, which alone is more than you're wearing. <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;Gosh@@<<else>>Oh boy<<endif>>, you really need to ask someone where those clothes went. You'd prefer not going home naked tonight. For now, it probably doesn't matter. You're sure you cemented your reputation in this clinic for all eternity after that scene in the waiting room this morning. Fortunately, the nurse isn't set on mocking you for the rest of her shift and eventually tells you that @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is in said waiting room, consulting with some of the customers there. Great. Making your way there, you're spared any more awkward encounters. Some of the personnel catch a glimpse, but you doubt it's anything new for them. At the waiting room, you open the door just a crack, scanning the room for @@.astrid;Astrid@@. Indeed, she's chatting with a woman who's waiting there. Before you can even call attention to yourself, your naked body does it for you. You hear a loud whistle from the left side of the room, and find a widely-grinning man when you follows its direction. It has the useful side effect of also alerting the blonde surgeon to your presence, who signals she'll be with you shortly. <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;Blushing@@<<else>>Humiliated by your earlier... adventure<<endif>>, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ and you make your way back to the waiting patient. @@.astrid;"Okay, let's have a look,"@@ she announces your presence, which wakes the young woman again. @@.astrid;"Marvellous work!"@@ the doctor jokes, though it's not really apparent on her face that she is. @@.blue;"Can I see?"@@ the girl meekly pleads. @@.astrid;"Of course, sweetie, right away."@@ <<if $plastictits gt 0>>Just like with you<<else>>Helpfully<<endif>>, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ holds the patient under the arm and steadies her on her way to the mirror. Once there, you think you see tears welling up in the teen's eyes. @@.astrid;"As we discussed, your new form is womanly, yet... artificial. From the look on your face, I gather you are happy with the results. In contrast to your rather obvious 'growth', the incisions are barely visible. You should still be careful and rest for a day or two. Don't move too suddenly," Astrid@@ cautions, just in time before the bouncy blonde was about to celebrate by jumping up and down. @@.blue;"Oh@@ @@.astrid;Astee@@@@.blue;, thank you so much!"@@ The young woman plants a kiss on the doctor's cheek. She seems upset by the odd nickname, yet touched by the sweet gesture at the same time. It's cute, really, to see somebody of @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s authority so visibly touched. @@.astrid;"That's my job, darling,"@@ she waves off the praise, though she clearly enjoys it. @@.astrid;"I'm just glad you like it. Remember what I said. Rest for a day or two, then check back with me to see that everything's healed nicely. How about you stop by again on Friday for that?"@@ @@.blue;"I will! And thanks model lady, maybe we can model together now *teehee*. Bye!"@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ and you bid the chatty blonde farewell, as she bounces out of the clinic, though her rack sure doesn't. Her innocent, average C cup has turned into a sizeable, solid <<print $brandy.cupsize[$brandy.chest]>>. As her enticing form disappears from view, <<if $plastictits is 0>>[[you feel just about ready to turn in for the evening as well.|Week 2, Day 2 - Bad Debrief - FUCKTOY]]<<else>>[[you feel just about ready to turn in for the evening as well.|Week 2, Day 2 - Good Debrief - FUCKTOY]]<<endif>>

<<set $astrid.points += 1>>\ \ @@.astrid;"Well, I'm disappointed that you declined the offer, naturally. But in the end, it wasn't with a very important client.-- and honestly somebody I would've preferred not to use our services,"@@ she says without further explanation. @@.astrid;"You two seemed to get along well anyway. And she ended up going for a procedure, too, despite your refusal, which is good for the clinic at least. I think you'll understand that I can't pay you for this, but you indirectly did what you're here for... minus the modelling part."@@ @@.pink;"Thanks for not getting mad."@@ You were sort of worried what her reaction would be<<if $plasticmakeup is 0>> after yesterday's outburst<<endif>>. @@.astrid;"Don't thank me. You're the one that has to live with the consequences. Keep in mind that@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ @@.astrid;could be watching any time."@@ You nearly forgot<<if $brandytits is 0>> again<<endif>>. It's true, she might know every step you take. But she'll find out whether her plan works on Sunday at the latest anyway. Don't let these second thoughts ruin your accomplishment. Every step of resisting the choker is the right one. <<if $fakeness gte 2>>And even if you, somehow, deep down, feel like becoming more of a bimbo... you at least escaped those ridiculously fake, ugly boobs<<if $chestImplant is 1>> this week<<endif>>.<<endif>> With renewed resolve, you [[head back home|Week 2, Day 2 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]].

So you and the patient have the place all to yourselves. Oh, the possibilities. A moment earlier, you tried to slow down, but now that you're all alone, you only use that extra brain power to think of ways to make it feel @@.pink;hotter@@. A few ideas pop into your head. @@.pink;There's lots of room for 'em *teehee*@@ Calming your excessive self-stimulation, you scoot over to the girl who's just finished her operation. @@.pink;First of many!@@ It's nice to have something to look at while you have some @@.pink;fun@@. Predictably, your eyes hover around one portion of her body in particular, which rekindles some earlier thoughts and, oddly, takes your mind off your mindless masturbation. Is she bigger than you now? No way... <<if $chestImplant is 1>>you were already an E cup when you got your titties done, and now you had another @@.pink;pro-see-djur@@ done<<else>>you were an E cup even without implants on Sunday, and now you went @@.pink;super@@ big on the titty bags<<endif>>. You <em>have</em> to be bigger. The thought won't leave you alone. Miraculously, you drag your hands away from your body, ignoring the sloppy sounds they cause, and try to measure your boobs against the girl's. At first, you considered scooting beside her for an easy comparison. Logistics foiled that plan. Operating tables are narrow, apparently. Quickly, you realise it's unnecessary though while @@.pink;dumbly@@ holding one of your tits near one of hers. Disregarding the dent where your two implants meet and your nipple, your boob is perfectly spherical. That means you can perfectly compare your size to hers, even though she's lying down and you're not. Useful! @@.pink;You should see what else these could be used for...@@ You take a glance at yourself and her, and with a trained eye you find... you're still bigger. Phew. A weight drops off your shoulders, and your boob out of your hand. A moan escapes your lips as it brushes against the girl's cup on its way down. That felt nice. You do it again. Hmmm, still good. The anaesthesia is holding, and you've got some energy left. A winning combination, it would appear. Like a monkey, you climb up on the table, careful not to touch the patient yet. She doesn't quite lie in the middle, so you plant your right knee between her legs, and your left knee next to them. Her head takes up less space @@.pink;-- like yours! --@@ so you can plant your hands on either side for stability. Lowering your upper body, you close your eyes and anticipate the moment when all four nipples make contact. When they do, an orgasm immediately embraces you, despite your best efforts to suppress it. Try as you might, you have to assume that the girl's thigh has just been smeared by a copious amount of your fluids. Well, now that you've crossed that line, why hold back? She's still fast asleep, not showing any reaction whatsoever. Grinning widely, you press yourself into the unconscious girl again. Your tits almost repel each other with their tightness, like two magnets with the same polarity. The result for you is intense pressure against your inexplicably sensitive skin, and the reaction from your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<else>>boyclit<<endif>> doesn't have to be mentioned at this point. Your vocal chords are back in full force, too. Your eyes remain closed as your upper body starts waving back and forth, up and down, creating that friction you so desperately crave. You have no idea how much time passes, but hazily notice some saliva being added to the juices you leave @@.pink;everywhere you go@@. Hearing no objections, you don't give it another thought. @@.blue;"I said that kinda hurts,"@@ you do hear one complaint, sounding as if it wasn't the first. You open your eyes, which dart around the room to find the noisy interruption. Oh right, the girl you're lying on. Maybe it was her? Her face is looking straight at you, all scrunched up. Yeah, it might have been her, sure. @@.blue;"Helloooo?"@@ somebody asks. Her lips moved. Okay, it's probably her then. @@.pink;"Hey you,"@@ you respond, slightly nervous now that it dawns on you that you've been caught. @@.blue;"Hi. You, uhh, wanna get off me, maybe?"@@ @@.pink;"No,"@@ you blurt out honestly. The girl looks taken aback by that reaction. @@.pink;"Why would you want to stop?"@@ you justify it. @@.blue;"'Cause it hurts,"@@ she repeats. You pause, thinking. @@.pink;"I got it!"@@ you squeal. @@.pink;"I'm just gonna do <em>this</em>,"@@ you start tracing your nipples lightly around hers, @@.pink;"for five minutes. If you're still not having fun then, Imma stop. 'Kay?"@@ @@.blue;"I don't--"@@ she starts, but is cut off by your resuming your circular teasing. @@.blue;"Oh, a-alright,"@@ she gives in. Wonderful... With your victi-- lover in agreement, the real @@.pink;fun@@ can begin. As promised, you lead your stiff nipples around hers. First moans are your reward, as well as hers. Now that her resistance has crumbled, she lets go of it entirely. Good. That makes your job easier. After teasing her into a fit, you take mercy on the girl and switch things up. You plant both your hand next to her body on the table as you did before. Instead of tracing circles around her most sensitive area, you gently let gravity push you and your @@.pink;jugs@@ into hers. Her moans cease, as they turn into gasps for air. Once sufficiently entertained by her reaction, you let her have your finger and, by extension, release. Her hips buck against yours, almost throwing you off the table, but you hold your position. Uninterrupted, you continue your one-handed push-ups into the girl's @@.pink;titflesh@@ as well as your finger's plunge into her womanhood. The girl has since started screaming for mercy, and her body finally decides to grant it to her. You feel her pelvis press against your hand one last, desperate time, while her mouth is uttering complete gibberish. The girl's hands are clawing away at your body, which tempts you to go back in there and get some for yourself, but amazingly, you resist the temptation. Surely your earlier performance has helped with that, otherwise you wouldn't know how you pulled it off. You turn your attention back to the girl writhing beneath you. Your @@.pink;freshly made@@ tits are still merged with hers. Leaning forward, you whisper into her ear. @@.pink;"You're just like me now. A <em>whore</em>. Being sexy's much more fun in groups..."@@ you slip a piece of paper into her hand. @@.pink;"Don't be a stranger, slut."@@ The girl is only turned on more by your dirty talk, biting her lip while nodding absentmindedly. When you regretfully detach from her body, you turn around to see @@.astrid;Astrid@@ standing in the doorframe. You have no idea how long she's been watching you two, but you do notice the bead of sweat running down her forehead, and you're not sure it's from a day of hard work. She shares an awkward look with you before speaking up. @@.astrid;"Oh, uhh... I see you two are getting along well. Can't say that's the sort of recovery therapy I'd have recommended, but she looks like she's taking it well."@@ The doctor approaches the operating table, while you take a few steps back. @@.astrid;"How are you feeling?"@@ she asks her patient. @@.blue;"Feel guuuuuu..."@@ she drunkenly reports. @@.astrid;"Great. That's... great. It's probably a moot point, but I'd advise against a lot of stress on your body for the near future, alright? Make sure to take a little break, and avoid as much contact to the affected area as possible for the next few days at least."@@ @@.blue;"No touching my boobies?"@@ the girl asks as if in severe pain. @@.astrid;"No touching your boobies," Astrid@@ reinforces, only catching what she just said afterwards and blushing slightly. @@.astrid;"Anyway, if there aren't any questions, we're all finished up here. Come back for a check-up sometime around the weekend, you can make an appointment with Linda at the front desk. You okay?"@@ @@.blue;"Very guuuu,"@@ she almost repeats her earlier statement. @@.astrid;"I'm glad to hear that. I'll have to get to cleaning up the room then,"@@ she says right as she steps into one of the puddles she just critically regarded, @@.astrid;"so I'm afraid there's no time for elaborate goodbyes. See you soon!"@@ The girl heaves herself up from the table. When she stands, she's still wobbly on her feet. @@.pink;That was all you, well done, girl!@@ The patient knows who's responsible for her blessings, too. @@.blue;"Thanks, slutty lady woman,"@@ she says @@.pink;gratefully@@. @@.blue;"S-see you soon!"@@ You <<if $fakeness gte 3>>@@.pink;blow her a kiss goodbye@@<<else>>wave her goodbye<<endif>> and watch as she stumbles out of the room with a big, dumb grin on her face. <<if $fakeness gte 3>>@@.pink;Reminds you a lot of yourself...@@<<endif>> With a long, hard day of work nearing its end<<if $fakeness gte 3>> @@.pink;-- it was actually pretty soft *teehee* --@@<<endif>> an exhausted @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is [[turning towards you.|Week 2, Day 2 - Good Debrief - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $cash += 100>><<set $emptiness += 3>><<set $photo2 = 1>><<set $photos += 1>>\ \ <<set $astrid.points += 1>> /*This is here test-wise; coupled with the comment in the passage Titty Buffet*/\ \ <<if $photo1 is 1>>\ \ @@.astrid;"You know the drill," Astrid@@ says as you enter the back room -- a different one this time. Humming agreement, you stand up straight with your back to a plain, white wall. @@.astrid;"Thanks for doing this,"@@ the doctor opens up. @@.astrid;"Things haven't turned out like I wanted earlier, but this is at least a small consolation prize. Please don't forget about what I told you. The special offer."@@ You hardly know each other, so it's surprising she'd lay bare her feelings to you like this. You shoot her a sympathetic smile and refocus on the camera. Things go a little quicker, now that @@.astrid;Astrid@@ can set these shoots up in advance. Everything's already in place, and the doctor is soon snapping the first pictures. You think this is a good time to address the surreptitious photo-taking issue from yesterday. It's still bothering you. @@.pink;"So, I assume you have a 'before' picture of me already handy?"@@ you try to start non-aggressively, but can't help sounding mildly annoyed. @@.astrid;Astrid@@, on the other hand, is completely befuddled. @@.astrid;"I thought that was sorted? This time I made sure you knew when I took your picture. You even smiled for the camera. It was right after you had your... performance in the waiting room."@@ That's just not fair! How are you supposed to remember any of that?<<if $fakeness gte 3>> @@.pink;Oh, but you do... all the best details.@@<<endif>> Though now that you think about it, there was a bright flash when they were carrying you out. @@.astrid;"Fine, I'll say it now, loud and clear. I'll take a photo of you every day from now on. If you don't end up modelling a treatment or simply don't want to participate in the photoshoot, I'll delete them. Can we put this issue to rest then?"@@ Sure, "delete them." Unless of course there's an "emergency" that requires keeping them around. Or maybe "private reasons." Okay, the imaginary quotation marks are tiring you out. This is the best deal you're going to get. @@.pink;"Alright, I guess,"@@ you reluctantly agree. @@.astrid;"Good, now could you stop sulking and look at least apathetic for the camera, perhaps even smile a bit? I still need a profile shot."@@ You turn around and stare to the side, relaxing your face and calming down. A set of flashes follows and you're [[relieved of your duties for the day|Week 2, Day 2 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]] after getting paid.\ \ <<else>>\ \ You're led into a small room in the back of the clinic. Inside, things already appear to be arranged to accommodate a photoshoot. A large enough space has been cleared and a camera set up on a tripod. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ directs you in front of a clear, white wall before fiddling with the camera a bit and turning towards you. @@.astrid;"It's all pretty simple. I'm going to take a handful of photos from the front, then you'll turn 90Â° and I'll take some profile shots. The best one from each angle will go into the catalogue in the end. Any questions?"@@ Hmm, not really. Though one thing is kind of weird. @@.pink;"I just thought, people don't really know how I look. Wouldn't you do this <<if $fakeness gte 3>>kinda stuff<<else>>type of thing<<endif>> as a before-and-after? To show the difference the procedure makes?"@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ looks confused for a second. @@.astrid;"We took a photo earlier, when we carried you out of the waiting room. I told you we would, and you looked happy about it."@@ Well, that's not fair. <<if $fakeness gte 3>>@@.pink;It was all the dicks that made you happy, not the camera! It didn't hurt though, maybe you should get dicked on camera more often?@@<<else>>You barely remember what happened there <em>now</em>, hours after the @@.pink;excitement@@ calmed down.<<endif>> Thinking about it, you do recall a brightly flashing light. That was probaly the camera she mentioned. @@.astrid;"Okay, let's clear it up then: Just in case you model something in the afternoon, I'll take a picture of you every day before it, whenever I find the time to. Okay?"@@ It's hardly the worst thing about your time here. One picture every 24 hours is a "punishment" you'd throw yourself at any day, after the alternatives you've seen the past week. You nod to @@.astrid;Astrid@@, who starts working the camera. @@.astrid;"Listen... thanks for doing this. Even though I'm not happy about what that poor girl did to her body, this is some consolation at least. You're helping out the clinic, and I want you to know your efforts don't go unappreciated. Please don't forget about the offer I told you earlier though. I don't want to see her on that operating table again, if I can help it."@@ Wow, that's... sweet of her. Now you're glad you took this photoshoot. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is clearly grateful, and has opened up to a complete stranger, basically. Sure, there weren't many specifics there, but it shows trust regardless. You shoot her a sympathetic style and refocus your attention on the camera. As she explained, it's a thing of five minutes to get these photos taken. Turn around to the side and have another few shots made before you're relieved of your duty, paid, and [[finally back home|Week 2, Day 2 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]] after a very long day.\ \ <<endif>>

Back inside your apartment, you immediately slump against the door. After a moment's respite, you just barely carry yourself over to your bed, which you crash down on. Today's stretched longer than you thought. That start in the waiting room was more than enough to occupy your whole day.<<if $fakeness gte 3>> @@.pink;And occupy your whole holes!@@<<endif>> But it went on afterwards. <<if $plastictits is 0>>\ \ You were offered an option to expand your chest<<if $chestImplant is 1>> again<<endif>>. Wisely, you dodged that bullet. Your breasts are large enough as they are, and with every "enhancement", they'll be more easily used against you. Even if you were more self-conscious about your looks in this new body -- and you're not saying you are -- but even if you were, you'd still be quite happy with the size you're at. They look pretty just the way they are. Shame that the girl you met today wasn't so inclined.\ \ <<elseif $plastictits is 1>>\ \ You had a<<if $chestImplant is 1>>nother<<endif>> chance to enhance your chest today, and you took it. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ clearly appreciated it. And what can you say? You love the way you turn heads on the way to the clinic, and nothing helps with that more than another cup size. The girl you met today is probably finding that out on the way home.\ \ <<elseif $plastictits is 2>>\ \ You were given the @@.pink;great@@ opportunity to @@.pink;fill yourself up@@<<if $chestImplant is 1>> again<<endif>>. Even now, as you lie on your bed, the weight on your chest is so oppressive, you start feeling a wetness between your legs that may have never left, you're not sure. What can you say? @@.pink;Stuffing your body full of silicone is just the fucking hottest thing you ever felt.@@ The girl you met today has learned that same lesson.\ \ <<endif>> \ \ \ <<if $brandy.implants lte 3>>\ \ You're not sure she was ever going to be deterred from breast implants. <<if $plastictits is 0>>God knows you tried.<<else>>She has taste.<<endif>> Of course, it's not your job to give her life advice. Quite the opposite actually. But nonetheless, you can't help but wonder if you'll happen across her again.\ \ <<elseif $brandy.implants is 5>>\ \ She was a knockout before, but you predict she'll <<if $plastictits is 0>>have to put up with<<else>>@@.pink;get to enjoy@@<<endif>> a lot of cat-calling from now on. Not only did she enhance her chest, she did so in perhaps the fakest, most degrading way available to the average slut. <<if $plastictits is 0>>You wonder if you'll meet her again... and if you'll be able to be more persuasive next time. You'd hate to see another person slide down this path of losing one's identity that has been so forcefully imposed on you.<<else>>Perhaps you'll meet her again? It's not unlikely; @@.astrid;Astrid@@ told her to come in for a check-up soon, and chances are you'll be working in the clinic every day for the rest of the week. The only question is, if she does come back, are you going to corrupt her further to the @@.pink;right@@ path?<<endif>>\ \ <<elseif $brandy.implants is 7>>\ \ She seemed so shy at first, yet at the same time you immediately knew she was just like you. @@.pink;Slutty, stupid...@@ It was so easy to push her down the path you took, you literally didn't have to do anything. Is that really going to be the extent of your influence? You can recruit young, innocent women into whoredom? You hope so. Watching her get corrupted by her own, carnal desires was almost as hot as @@.pink;pumping yourself full of implants@@. Here's hoping you two haven't met for the last time.\ \ <<endif>> @@.astrid;Astrid@@ has made it pretty clear she doesn't want the young woman getting any further implants. Whether she has anything to back up that implied threat with is unclear. \ <<if $fakeness gte 3>>Even if she does... the punishments in this adventure have a tendency to make you @@.pink;sexier@@. You've long passed the point of no return when it comes to passing as a guy, right? <<print $cupsize[Math.trunc($chest)]>> @@.pink;tits@@... yeah, people <em>might</em> notice those. Maybe it's worth the risk to piss off @@.astrid;Astrid@@ when faced with the prospect of securing a cute, little @@.pink;plaything@@ of your own.\ <<else>>Even if she doesn't, getting on her good side should be worth aspiring to. However, this game you got yourself into has a tendency to throw surprises at you out of nowhere. You may well find yourself in a situation where you have to choose between your sanity and the girl's. When faced with a situation like that... the choice to defy @@.astrid;Astrid@@ wouldn't be your choice at all.\ <<endif>> <<if $emptiness is 0>>All these ideas are pointless until you're faced with the facts though. It's best to catch some sleep already. Who knows [[how long tomorrow's going to be?|Week 2, Day 3 - Morning - FUCKTOY]]\ <<else>>All that thinking just hurts your head... You know there's one thing that always helps with that. An aspirin, that would be good. @@.pink;But lollicocks are even better!@@ One is lying right there, staring at you. Just... a little suck would cure all your problems... right? [[Suck a lollicock.|Week 2, Day 3 - Morning - FUCKTOY][$suckTuesday2 = 1, $emptiness -= 2]] [[Go to bed without one.|Week 2, Day 3 - Morning - FUCKTOY]]<<endif>>

<<set $date = "Week 2, Wednesday">>\ \ You're awoken by the sunshine shortly before the alarm does the rest. Wednesday, you realise after a brief period of clearing your head. Middle of the week. Of course, your weekends are far from relaxing, but you'll worry about that when it happens. <<if $plastictits is 0>>\ \ Getting up to go through the motions of your morning routine, you feel your breasts drag you down -- figuratively as well as literally. An <<print $cupsize[Math.trunc($chest)]>> is nothing to joke about. But you're also aware that you could easily be sporting who knows how many cups more if you hadn't stayed firm yesterday. Such a positive outlook gives you strength, making your impressive bimbo chest appear almost weightless all morning.\ \ <<elseif $plastictits is 1>>\ \ Getting up to go through the motions of your morning routine, you feel your boobs drag you down -- figuratively as well as literally. They're bigger now. Firmer, too. Pressing into them, you automatically let out a moan, almost ending in a question mark as you wonder what possessed you to do that. Okay, so you gave in to the choker. That doesn't mean anything, right? Right. Totally. Your eyes aren't constantly drifting towards your big rack while you're getting ready in the bathroom. Your desire to touch it again isn't steadily increasing the more you look. What a @@.pink;silly@@ thought.\ \ <<elseif $plastictits is 2>>\ \ Getting up to go through the motions of your morning routine, you feel your @@.pink;tits@@ drag you down -- figuratively as well as literally. In the back of your mind, your mourning the death of your resistance, though the rest of your mind is giggling as you watch your @@.pink;udders@@ bounce with every step you take through your apartment. The way they hop up and down is very different than before. The whole mass of flesh used to flow independently. There were ripples everywhere. Not anymore. Now, they're just two @@.pink;beach balls@@, solid forms that move up and down in one linear motion. Well, there's still one ripple in there; right where your implants touch. The whole morning, while walking through your apartment, you try -- and fail -- to muster the willpower not to touch yourself. Cheerfully giggling throughout your morning routine, your only regret is that there isn't @@.pink;somebody else to touch you@@.\ \ <<endif>> <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>Previously the most time-consuming part of getting ready in the morning, you now get your make-up looking flawless within seconds. That doesn't mean you're done with it that quickly. The time you save in application you waste in composition. It easily takes you an hour until you've decided on just the right colours in just the right places.<<if $fakeness gte 3>> @@.pink;The fact that you can never go without make-up again is completely forgotten in the ecstasy of prettying yourself up.@@<<endif>>\ <<else>>After the most important parts of your morning routine are taken care of, make-up is still glaring at you from the bathroom shelf. You've got quite meticulous with it, and it's almost eerie how good you are at it, considering you never got any instruction.\ <<endif>> Once you've finished up with all your cosmetics, it's time to get dressed and [[head to the clinic|Week 2, Day 3 - Work, Work, Work - FUCKTOY]]

Inside the clinic, things are busy again, but is far less chaotic than yesterday. Must've been an anomaly, just like your first day here. This time, you can actually spot @@.astrid;Astrid@@, in the far back. She's looking right at you, too. You give her a friendly wave as hello. <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>@@.astrid;Astrid@@ responds just the same, waving to you and smiling uncharacteristically widely.<<elseif $astrid.points lt 1>>Without the slightest hint of a response -- or was that a glare? -- @@.astrid;Astrid@@ turns around and goes back to work. Ouch.<<else>>@@.astrid;Astrid@@ sees you and gives you an acknowledging nod in return. Not the warmest welcome, but she's being nice enough. She's probably having a tough day again.<<endif>> One of the nurses notices you, but you wave her off with a smile. You don't need your hand held this badly, you know where to go. Emerging from the small storage room, with your nametag attached, you're [[ready for another day of work.|Week 2, Day 3 - Actual Work - FUCKTOY]]

<<if $chestImplant+$plastictits gte 3>><<set $emptiness += 2>>\ <<elseif $chestImplant+$plastictits gt 0 and $chestImplant+$plastictits lt 3>><<set $emptiness += 1>>\ <<else>><<set $emptiness += 2>>\ <<endif>>\ \ /*If you are at full tit implants, the man almost begs you to be allowed to fuck your tits, which makes you feel so powerful that you start craving new implants quite badly. If you're somewhere in the middle, the guy makes comments that you could get bigger, but you dismiss them pretty much. You've already had implants and he doesn't push you very strongly. If you have no implants at all, another guy will jizz on you and the first man will be very patronising. He'll talk down to you about being too stupid to even figure out that guys will like you more if you get stuffed full with implants, and that kind of talk is perfect fodder for the choker, so you get some more emptiness.*/\ \ Here you are again, in that fateful waiting room. Given the surprising amount of men sitting there, you're immediately the centre of attention. Your body, to be more precise. <<if $fakeness gte 3>>Bathing in the male gawking, you curtsey innocently, which prompts one man to beckon you over. @@.pink;Looks like you won't stay innocent for long *teehee*@@<<else>>Insecure and slightly scared, you do your best to muster a visibly nervous smile. Unfortunately for you, your anxiety is misinterpreted as shyness by one man, who<<if $fakeness gte 2>> @@.pink;encouragingly<<endif>> grabs your arm and grins confidently at you.<<endif>> @@.blue;"Hey there darlin'. How about you and I get to know each other a little better?"@@ Before he's even finished that <<if $fakeness gte 3>>@@.pink;endearing@@<<else>>creepy<<endif>> greeting, his hands are kneading your <<if $fakeness gte 3>>@@.pink;tits@@<<else>>breasts<<endif>>. \ <<if $chestImplant+$plastictits gte 3>>You don't know if it's just your body or all the special, @@.pink;tasty@@ implants you stuffed yourself with, but your libido is through the roof the moment you feel his touch. Without sparing @@.pink;a single thought@@ on it, you press your upper body into his hands, begging for more from the @@.pink;kind@@ stranger.\ <<elseif $chestImplant+$plastictits gt 0 and $chestImplant+$plastictits lt 3>>Surprisingly fast, you feel your body heat up. Perhaps you shouldn't be surprised by these things anymore... @@.pink;that's just how sluts like you are!@@ A few moments pass before you notice how your body is leaning forward on its own, subconsciously @@.pink;asking for more@@ from the stranger's hands.\ <<else>>Despite your <<if $fakeness gte 1 or $emptiness gte 4>>@@.pink;boring@@<<else>>determined<<endif>> refusal to get your breasts augmented, you feel them shoot small electrical currents through your body every time the guy moves his damn @@.pink;nice@@ fingers through your masses of boob.\ <<endif>> <<if $chestImplant+$plastictits gte 3>>\ \ @@.blue;"Goddamn, girl!"@@ He speaks up. @@.blue;"I can't even feel where your silicone ends. Well, except where on implant bumps into the other, heh. Did you even have tits before you started working here?"@@ @@.pink;"Just making the most of my talents..."@@ you blush, half because you're legitimately flattered, half because you realise what you just said. @@.blue;"Fuck, you're good. Speaking of fuck... Please, could I have a go?"@@ Please? What are your @@.pink;amazing@@ tits doing to this guy? @@.blue;"Please?"@@ Again? And he looks sincere, too. These knockers... they give you a power that you hadn't known yet. That's... so @@.pink;hot@@. @@.pink;"Well, if you're asking this nicely..."@@ you reward him for how he's making you feel. <<if $hotclothes is 1>>You pull your shirt up,<<else>>You<<if $latexclothes is 1>> unzip and<<endif>> pull down your dress,<<endif>> freeing your tits and allowing you to wrap them around the guy's erect meat. The moment your @@.pink;silicone@@ touches his dick, he lets out a first groan. He's pretty big, just like you, only in a different way. A very different way. Oh my, you've already started bouncing up and down. You'd hardly noticed. These things come much too natural for you. @@.pink;Your talents were mentioned earlier, so...@@ As usual, you feel @@.pink;fog@@ drifting all around your brain when you're servicing cock. At first, you heard some cheers and noticed some jealous looks coming your way, but after five minutes of feeling that unmistakable warmth between your @@.pink;plastic pillows@@ you feel nothing but. That heat has a tendency to spread, and inevitably draws your hand down to your <<if $penis is 1>>erect dicklet<<else>>gushing pussy<<endif>>. Actually, you want to try something. Your second hand wanders south to join your first. Meanwhile, your bouncing resumes undisturbed. With this much silicone in your jugs, titfucks now work hands-free! @@.pink;Gosh, your titties are becoming <em>so</em> useful. It's the smart thing to get more implants, really. Make your life easier!@@ @@.blue;"Jesus Christ, girl. You probably know more ways to drain balls than words."@@ @@.pink;"Hmmmmm,"@@ you appropriately give a non-verbal response. Hurriedly, the man grabs the back of the chair, steadying himself. @@.pink;Aww, no way. Already?@@ Already. Within seconds, that all too familiar twitching between your tits translates into a gushing stream of white, emerging from in between the valley of your chest and hitting you smack on the face. Wave after wave squirts out, until the final efforts simply flow from his urethra over your sweaty @@.pink;boobies@@. The man is still breathing heavily, but starts to move slightly. You sense your chance, hoping for an opportunity to lick his cock clean, but your open mouth follows his rod unsuccessfully. He makes short business of the clean-up by rubbing his dick between your tits from all angles, wiping his glans off on your skin. @@.pink;Your silicone, more like.@@ @@.blue;"Truly sorry about that,"@@ he apologises. @@.blue;"Never shot my load this fast in my life. You're an artist. You gonna keep this job? If I know I'll find you here, I'll stop by again next week."@@<<if $fakeness gte 3>> @@.pink;You wish.@@<<endif>> You shake your head. @@.blue;"Pity. Would've loved to put some of those swimmers inside you."@@ You feel his regret. As consolation, you wipe some of his jizz off your tits and unceremoniously lick it off your fingers with a wide, contented smile. His cock, still not tucked away, jumps upwards visibly. @@.blue;"By all that is holy, you are perfect. If all women were like you, the world's problems would be solved. Your face was just made to be coated in seed."@@ Knowing what the choker does to you, who knows... He may just get his wish. With much regret, the man leaves you alone, but not before patting you on the head and pushing a sticky strand of hair out of your face. @@.pink;How romantic!@@ The moment he exits the door, you see @@.astrid;Astrid@@ entering it.\ \ <<elseif $chestImplant+$plastictits gt 0 and $chestImplant+$plastictits lt 3>>\ \ @@.blue;"Not bad, girl,"@@ he <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;praises@@ you<<else>>comments<<endif>>. @@.blue;"Clearly had some work done, didn't you?"@@ You nod, still struggling to endure his ministrations, which don't slow down at all. @@.blue;"You've got the right idea. Always try looking your best, whatever means necessary. If you're taking fan feedback, I vote 'face.'"@@ Ouch. That's not the nicest way to put it. What's weirder than the comment itself is how you feel legitimately hurt by something so trivial and superficial. @@.blue;"Sorry, sweetie, didn't mean it that way,"@@ he consoles you, which only furthers your shame. Was it that obvious that you took his comment to heart so much? @@.blue;"You're a hot piece of ass. Any man with a healthy pair of eyes will tell you that. All I'm saying is there's still untapped potential."@@ That's not really the issue, but you give him a nod to move past it. @@.blue;"Alright, how about this. You let me have a go at those sweet@@ @@.pink;jugs@@ @@.blue;you're carrying around. I wouldn't make a pass at an ugly girl, would I?"@@ Uh, sure? Probably? You don't know the guy, so you have no clue. Opting to go the path of least resistance, you simply nod again and free up access to your @@.pink;rack@@. @@.blue;"Hmm, that's what I like to see,"@@ the man hums, resuming his mammary massage as soon as they're breathing fresh air. Steeling yourself, you force your hands forward to undo the guy's zipper and fish out his cock. Once you pulled it out there, you again push through the intense arousal, lean forward, and get your @@.pink;tit meat@@ around his throbbing erection. You start out giving him a titfuck @@.pink;like you always did them@@, but quickly realise that he's not enjoying this as much as men usually do. <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;Oh no, you're not getting old, are you? Quick, grab the Botox!@@<<endif>> He notices your pace decreasing as you wonder what's wrong. @@.blue;"Try... hnnn... try pushing your implants against it,"@@ he helpfully suggests. Half-dazed by the @@.pink;fog@@ that reliably enters your skull whenever you get @@.pink;too close to cock to control yourself@@, it takes you a few seconds before you catch on. Grabbing your @@.pink;boobies@@ with one hand each, you feel for the silicone bag inside, take the very end of it, and then press the less pliable pillow into the man's thick penis. A little spurt of cum paints a straight line over your cheek. At first, you were @@.pink;worried@@ you'd pushed him over the edge already, but it was just a large strand of pre-cum. <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;Lucky!@@<<endif>> @@.blue;"You're... pretty... good at this,"@@ the man compliments you, more laboriously this time. @@.blue;"Guess I should've expected you'd feel right at home on your knees."@@ He flexes his muscles, taking in a sharp breath. @@.blue;"Didn't think you'd get me there this fast. Do me a favour and shoot me your sweetest smile, darling."@@ Unable to refuse somebody who's this @@.pink;nice@@ to you, and feeling really good anyway, you limply turn your head upwards, smiling drunkenly. Your hands keep pressing your tits into this meat just the way he likes it. @@.pink;And what he likes, you'll like, too.@@ Provoked by your display of semi-conscious bliss, your lover throws his head back and grunts forebodingly. Dragged out of your dizziness, you notice the throbbing between your @@.pink;globes@@ too late to prepare. As a result, some of the cum is @@.pink;wasted@@ against your chin, though a few globs land above your lips, where you can still @@.pink;make use of it@@. @@.blue;"Thanks... you were better than I expected,"@@ the guy admits slightly winded. @@.blue;"Still, don't limit yourself. You work at this place, so make good use of it. I'm sure you could get an employee discount or something? You look good, but you could look <em>hot</em>. Maybe get something done to your face? Nothing's better than nutting on a cute face looking up at you."@@ You'll... keep it in mind. @@.blue;"Alright, we better finish this up. The other guys are starting to look at me angry for hogging you. Think about what I said. Hope to see you again."@@ He probably won't, but before you can tell him that, he stands up, strokes your cheek and leaves. Did he only stay here to get a titfuck? @@.pink;Good thing you were here then!@@ Maybe he's just heading to the bathroom to clean off... The moment he goes out the door, you see @@.astrid;Astrid@@ coming in.\ \ <<else>>\ \ @@.blue;"Wait, what? Don't tell me... your@@ @@.pink;tits@@ @@.blue;are that big and <em>real</em>?"@@ @@.pink;"Y-yes, they sure are,"@@ you announce proudly. Wait, why are you proud of your big @@.pink;tits@@? Umm... No, it's just that you resisted all the implants so far. <em>Yeah</em>, that's it, definitely. You're not turned on by the fact that your huge globes just stunned this guy, not at all... But maybe you'll sneak a hand down south to touch yourself just the tiniest bit. @@.blue;"Wow, you're crazy. You take a job at this place and don't even dip into the supply?"@@ @@.pink;"Don't a lot of guys like natural boobies?"@@ you surprise yourself with your choice of words, but you're even more surprised that you're continuing this conversation while having your... @@.pink;boobies@@ fondled continuously. @@.blue;"Wasted opportunity is what I'd call it. Bigger is better, girl. It's not that complicated. Though I suppose even that may be difficult for somebody like you to grasp, huh?"@@ Annoyed, you snap at him. @@.pink;"Do you want to fuck already or just make stupid comments all day?"@@ On second thought, this probably doesn't help your case. The guy's grin makes that clear. @@.blue;"I see where your mind was at. Sure honey, if you need it that badly, I guess I'll do you that favour. Go right ahead. You know where things are, I'm sure."@@ Before you make this situation even worse for yourself, you drop to your knees and undo the zipper on the man's jeans. Well, you can see his confidence isn't misplaced at least. He's quite a sizeable specimen. N-not that you care. <<if $hotclothes is 1>>You pull your shirt up,<<else>>You<<if $latexclothes is 1>> unzip and<<endif>> pull down your dress,<<endif>> ready for another round of humiliation. Oddly enough, the man looks rather impressed by the sight, though slightly distant. That should suffice. You'll just do your job, clean up, and move on. Seeing you adjust your posture, the guy finally lets up on your boobs. He kept going at them even while you were undressing. Well, now he can feel them on his most sensitive parts. Taking one breast in each hand, you cushion the penis in front of you in the valley between. Once it's in place, you start raising and dropping your hands in a fast rhythm. Predictably, you can't keep up your facade of self-control for very long. @@.pink;Self-control just doesn't fit into your skillset anymore.@@ Your body -- not just your breasts -- heats up considerably after a few minutes of @@.pink;voluntarily titfucking@@ a @@.pink;hung stud@@. Ugh, curse that @@.pink;fog@@. The man, however, is showing no such signs at all. @@.pink;Well, he's not a slut like--@@ ENOUGH. You'd simply nestled his dick in the most stable position you found. Sure, there's no risk of it slipping out, but since it's resting right against your chest, and your hands can't push your @@.pink;boob meat@@ as far inwards at the base, the pressure exerted isn't as strong as it could be. Leaning backwards a little more, you let the cock inch towards the center of your jugs, where you can more effectively press down on it. All you get from the guy is one corner of his mouth rising for a second. He seems bemused, if anything. Your efforts don't go appreciated, which is weirdly upsetting. In protest of his arrogance, you lean into your thrusts more, using your legs to bounce up and down in accord with your hands. He'll admit that @@.pink;your tits feel great@@, goddammit! You stick out your tongue, pressing it into your upper lip while focussing on the twitching of his dick whenever you adjust position. After you concentrated on getting it just right, you look back up. The second corner of his mouth has joined the first, forming a definite smirk. Instead of being taken aback, like you wanted, he's actually managed to look <em>more</em> bemused than earlier. The frustration on your face is visible, but you don't let up. @@.blue;"Listen, I'm flattered you like my cock this much, but if it's not shot its load yet, I don't think it--"@@ In the middle of his sentence, you're hit, unmistakably, by a sizeable wad of semen, followed by a hot string or two more. Once you open your eyes, you notice the man looking to his right, where another waiting customer is sitting with his pants down and his chest heaving. @@.blue;"What the hell was that all about?"@@ the man who @@.pink;fucked your tits@@ is actually the one to speak up. @@.random;"Man, did you not see what I just saw?"@@ the surprise ejaculator immediately responds like nothing weird had happened. @@.random;"That girl give it her all. She made it look like her life depended on@@ @@.pink;<span style="text-shadow: 1px 1px white;">servicing your cock</span>@@@@.random;. Just seeing that for another five minutes would've probably made me shoot without touching myself. No idea how you do it."@@ @@.blue;"She's not my type,"@@ the man smacks you down. @@.random;"Your type?@@ @@.pink;<span style="text-shadow: 1px 1px white;">Horny, willing, desperate, selfless, sexy fucktoy</span>@@ @@.random;isn't your type?"@@ St-stop... @@.blue;"Eh, there's a reason I'm in a cosmetic surgery clinic. She's a bit too much skin, too little silicone for me. At least she's stacked, but I don't know why she doesn't get some work done. You call this quickie titfuck desperate? Show her to me when she's pumped her ass so full of plastic she can barely walk straight, just because she saw a cute guy somewhere and caught him staring at her rear. Then I may be interested."@@ @@.random;"Man, you're out of your mind."@@ @@.blue;"Yeah, well, at least I don't have cum on my pants."@@ The supreme ejaculator looks at his jeans, notices the wet spot, utters the word @@.random;"Shit,"@@ and futilely rubs at it. @@.blue;"That's it from me, I guess,"@@ the man turns back to you. @@.blue;"Don't take it personal, darling. Instead of putting in an effort with your hands and@@ @@.pink;fuckbags@@@@.blue;, put in an effort with your mouth and brain next time. Push the thought away of how uncomfortable surgery might be and consider the rows of boys who'll line up if you <em>enhance</em> yourself. That word means 'to make yourself better,'"@@ he explains in an unnecessarily patronising voice. @@.blue;"Then just relax your mouth, and when your boss asks you whether you want some of the leftover implants put inside your body, you just say@@ @@.pink;'Yes, please, fill me up as much as you can!'@@ @@.blue;In no time, you'll get that sweet jizz you so crave. If you heed my advice, I very much hope we'll see each other again. Until then."@@ That's his last words before leaving. The nerve on that guy... You'll stay firm in resisting the choker, and you <em>certainly</em> won't get any more implants. Although the idea doesn't sound as repulsive as it did this morning anymore... The very moment he goes out the door, however, you see @@.astrid;Astrid@@ coming in.\ \ <<endif>> @@.astrid;"Okay@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@@@.astrid;, we-- oh..."@@ she spots your face, covered in @@.pink;sweet frosting@@. @@.astrid;"You may want to clean that up."@@ <<if $fakeness gte 2 and $astrid.points gte 3>>She hands you a handkerchief, but you hardly notice. Before she can vocalise the offer, you've already begun using your fingers to wipe your face free off @@.pink;male essence@@. Not thinking long, you deposit it in the best place you can think of, your stomach, after letting it rest for a decent time on the tip of your tongue.\ <<elseif $fakeness gte 2 and $astrid.points lt 3>>Before you even watch if she offers any assistance, you improvise and use your fingers to scrape your face clean. The substance you're left with only really has one place to go, so... you open wide and relish the taste on your tongue before giving it one good swallow.\ <<elseif $fakeness lt 2 and $astrid.points gte 1>>@@.pink;"Could you..."@@ before you can finish your sentence, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ helpfully hands you a handkerchief, which you use to get your face mostly clean. @@.pink;"Thanks."@@\ <<else>>You look at @@.astrid;Astrid@@ for help, but she just shrugs. It looks like she's telling you, @@.astrid;"You decided to get jizz on your face, not me."@@ She remains silent, however, until you start wiping your face with your hands. @@.astrid;"Don't think about dropping that on the floor. This is a clinic, our facilities are supposed to be the height of cleanliness. Unless you want to double as janitor, which I happen to know you don't have the time nor the mental capacity for, you better think of a good place to put that."@@ Don't have the time, huh? That rules out a trip to the bathroom. You know exactly what she's telling you, and her grin indicates that she knows you know, too. Your hand enters your open mouth, and you squint your eyes when that first drop of semen lands on your tongue. You make a show of how horrible it tastes, to @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s delight, but your new body, not that you'd ever admit it, signals that it quite enjoys the taste by sending some more heat through your body. Damn, what did you do that she dislikes you so much?\ <<endif>> <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>@@.astrid;Astrid@@'s expression turns around, looking sympathetic, almost pitying. It's impressive that her face even manages such emotion when she usually looks so apathetic. @@.astrid;"I'll take a quick photo of you. For this one, you'll need your face clear and visible. Then you should probably come along to an operating room. Somebody's requested you."@@ Requested? That sounds like that person would have to know you then, and isn't a normal customer. You have a bad feeling about this.\ <<elseif $astrid.points gt 0 and $astrid.points lt 3>>@@.astrid;"Now that that's taken care of, let's cross some more things off our list. First, I have to take another photo of you. We've got somebody in an operating room, needing your services."@@ Well, it was only a matter of time, wasn't it?\ <<else>>@@.astrid;Astrid@@'s face is unmoving as she watches you finish. @@.astrid;"Finally. I'll snap a quick photo of you and then we're going to an operating room where you'll hopefully do your job for once."@@ Alright, doesn't sound like you have much choice in this.\ <<endif>> Blinded by the flash of the camera, you [[head to the operating room|Week 2, Day 3 - Who Dat - FUCKTOY]], unsure what awaits you there. <<if $photos is 0>>You briefly wonder what that photo is for, but given that @@.astrid;Astrid@@ offered you to model for the catalogue before, you expect it has to do with that.<<endif>>

You're not sure how to react to who you see inside the operating room. Currently, you're deciding between screaming and shouting. @@.bunny;"Heyyyyyy@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, how are you doing as my plastic doll?" Bunny@@ takes the choice from you. <<if $fakeness gte 3>>@@.pink;"Pretty good, I guess,"@@ you say hesitantly, and are shocked to find that it's quite close to how you actually feel about the situation already. Two days ago, your response would've been very different and you know it. This isn't good. @@.pink;Sounds like somebody needs to relax!@@\ <<else>>@@.pink;"It's going terrific,@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;,"@@ you reply sarcastically. Naturally, any such nuance is lost on your friend-turned-airhead. The positive note is that it isn't lost on you; a good sign of where you're standing at the moment, you hope.<<endif>> <<if $plastictits gte 2>>\ @@.bunny;"I can see that! Wowzies, look at those hooters..."@@ she giggles and, unexpectedly, goes in to cop a feel. You squeal meekly at the sudden stimulation so shortly after an extensive session involving your puppies. @@.bunny;"Whoa, what's that bump there?" Bunny@@ asks while rubbing her hands all over it. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ helpfully jumps in, seeing from your scrunched up face that you're indisposed. @@.astrid;"That's where the two new implants meet. They were already the biggest size we had, but after I put in the first bags, one in each breast,@@ @@.pink;Kandi@@ @@.astrid;here insisted I insert another pair of the same volume. So I did, with obvious results."@@ @@.bunny;"Ohmigawd," Bunny@@ can't believe her ears. @@.bunny;"Is that true,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;?!"@@ Still struggling with @@.pink;your sister@@'s hands, you nod with that pained expression on your face. Fortunately, that response turns her massage into a hug. Given @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s cup size -- not to mention yours -- it doesn't feel much different, but you'll take it. Besides, being so obviously appreciated makes you feel warm, in a way you haven't felt the last one and a half weeks. @@.bunny;"I'm so proud of you! I was worried you wouldn't take it well, 'cause you were still moping on the weekend, but lookatchu! You're so gorgeous I'd totally bring you along to a club or something and tell everybody we're sisters. I know you've got work to do though. Gosh, I'm so responsible sometimes!"@@ It's... wow, it feels legitimately nice to hear that. Should that worry you? Perhaps, but... @@.pink;nice things are nice, dummy, don't go sulking again.@@\ <<elseif $plastictits is 1>>\ @@.bunny;"Weeeeell, I dunno. You do look bigger than last time I saw you, but you're really kinda the same, ain'tcha? Just a little boobie boost."@@ She reinforces her theory with an exploratory grope. Given the @@.pink;adventure@@ your breasts just went through, their response is predictably sensitive. @@.bunny;"Oh my, and you like it, too!"@@ she teases you, which you've just about had enough of for the rest of your life. @@.pink;Liar... Hmmmm, don't stop... to the left, to the left!@@ @@.bunny;"Aah, it's nice for me as well, seeing you like this. You look happy,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;. And sexy, too, but you know that *teehee*. I guess you've done an okay job... for a start! You still got half a week left, so dig in, girl!"@@ You doubt you will but... her cheering is mildly uplifting, you have to admit. It won't make you do anything stupid though... right?<<if $astrid.points gte 3>> From the side, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ sees your worried expression and gives you a thumbs up as support. It's sweet of her, but also makes you think there may be worse things to come.<<endif>>\ <<else>>\ @@.bunny;"Hmm, I dunno about that. Your boobies look just like I remember 'em. Everything does!@@ @@.astrid;Astee@@@@.bunny;, what's up with that?" Bunny@@ pouts at the surgeon observing the scene. <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>\ @@.astrid;"You instructed me to give a girl you know some work and offer her surgery. That's all I did. I'll help you out when I can, but you have to understand this clinic has a reputation to uphold. If I strap her in to force surgery on her, and she screams, how is that going to look to my paying customers? I don't want to be known as 'The Beauty Butcher' if I can help it."@@ She came up with that name way too fast. Nonetheless, you appreciate her show of support. Of course, she would know how stressful it can be to work with @@.bunny;Bunny@@. You never thought about doing <em>that</em> though -- screaming before the operation to get them in trouble. Thing is, the choker would still be around your neck, and @@.bunny;Bunny@@ hasn't done nearly all she can to torture you. Surely, she would try if you pulled a stunt like that. Constant surveillance, restraining you whenever you're home, forcing transformations... There are plenty of horror scenarios that come to your mind which makes you hesitant to play a game of chicken. Your former friend has figured out what @@.astrid;Astrid@@ was saying, and isn't too pleased. @@.bunny;"Fine, I guess. I'm sorry for getting angry. But@@ @@.pink;siihiiiis@@@@.bunny;, I thought we were gonna do this together! We totally don't look alike, what's up with that?"@@ If anything, you look much too similar to your liking at the moment. @@.bunny;"Please, please, try hard to get cuter, okie?"@@ @@.pink;"Sure@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.pink;, I'll try my very best,"@@ you console her with empty promises, which seems to win her over.\ <<elseif $astrid.points gte 1 and $astrid.points lte 2>>\ @@.astrid;"@@@@.pink;Kandi@@ @@.astrid;has been fairly cooperative so far. You told me not to interfere, so I didn't. She gets an offer a day for surgery, considers it, and then makes her decision. I can't really do anything about that, and you didn't tell me to, either."@@ You can see the gears whirring in @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s head as she tries to figure out what @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s trying to convey with the words "cooperative" and "interfere". In the meantime, you look over to the surgeon and smile at her, but get no reaction back. Huh. You two get along well, but apparently she doesn't consider this a favour to you. She just told @@.bunny;Bunny@@ how she feels about the situation. At least you don't owe her anything then, but it tells you you might want to try harder to get on her good side if you're hoping she'd make a fine ally down the line. @@.bunny;"Okay... I get it, I think. Sorry@@ @@.astrid;Astee@@@@.bunny;. But@@ @@.pink;siiiis@@@@.bunny;! You're gonna have to start taking the surgeries if we wanna become@@ @@.pink;sisters@@ @@.bunny;for real."@@ Yeah. <em>If.</em> You do your best to look apologetic. @@.pink;"Of course... It's just hard, you know?"@@ Telling her off has never worked, so maybe the pity angle will at least keep her docile. Looking sorry for you, she swoops in for a <em>big</em> hug, pressing her @@.pink;tits@@ into yours for yet more stimulation you didn't need. Nonetheless, every embrace ends at some point, and @@.bunny;Bunny@@ at least looks friendly and benevolent for the time being.\ <<else>>\ @@.astrid;"Good point. If you need me to be more persuasive, just say the word," Astrid@@ offers, much to your shock. You see a corner of her mouth darting up slightly, but only for a brief moment until she collects herself. She's enjoying this! @@.bunny;"Persu...?"@@ @@.astrid;"Persuasive. Do you want me to be more forceful with my offers?" Astrid@@ elaborates. @@.bunny;"Ooh, I like forceful *teehee*. You know, when I'm taking a dick?"@@ We know. @@.bunny;"Anyway, while that sounds real sexy, I wanna do all of@@ @@.pink;sis'@@ @@.bunny;punishment. I mean, she doesn't have to take all the implants if she doesn't like some of 'em, right?"@@ @@.astrid;"But--"@@ @@.bunny;"I said <em>you're not gonna</em>!" Bunny@@ loudly interrupts the surgeon, who's visibly taken aback. Goddamn, you hadn't expected @@.bunny;Bunny@@, of all people, to stick up for you when you first saw her in here. Nor did you expect @@.astrid;Astrid@@ to be <em>this</em> hostile. It's only the middle of the week though. You still have time to turn things around with her. @@.bunny;Bunny@@, in the meantime, has calmed down, and looks a little ashamed by her outburst. @@.bunny;"Sorry about that. But please,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;, don't forget about the implants, 'kay? I want you to be the prettiest you can be and for us to be the cutest sister couple in town."@@ You can't deny her tone is rather adorable right now. @@.pink;"Sure, sweetie, I'll try my best,"@@ you tell her. Not seriously, but not entirely lying either.\ <<endif>>\ <<endif>> <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>@@.bunny;"Oh, and I wanted to say, your makeup looks amazing,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;! It's got such even colours, and has perfect contours."@@ You didn't expect @@.bunny;Bunny@@ to know a word like "contours", but as long as it's about beauty products, you suspect she could read a dissertation without issue. <<if $astrid.points lte 0>>\ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ throws @@.bunny;Bunny@@ a plastic object, and you have a feeling you know what it is. @@.astrid;"Give it a try."@@ Your former friend is puzzled by the thing in her hands at least, but soon starts exploring the touchscreen blindly. You can't see it from where you're standing, but you expect your face is currently lighting up in all colours of the rainbow. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ looks up from the remote and instantly jumps back in shock. @@.bunny;"Whoa, you can just switch colours all over with this thingy?"@@ @@.astrid;"That's right, colours, contours, intensity, you can switch it around as you like with a remote like that."@@ Yeah, and you're not sure it was a good idea to get it. @@.bunny;"Can I keep it?"@@ You gulp. That hadn't occurred to you. @@.astrid;"Sorry to say, but it only works over short ranges. It wouldn't be any use to you."@@ That's a weight off your shoulders. After a few more minutes of playing with the remote, you're handed control of your make-up again and reset it to the @@.pink;slutty@@ appearance it gave you before.\ <<else>>\ @@.pink;"It's... actually a product of the clinic,"@@ you come clean. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ doesn't get it, so @@.astrid;Astrid@@ follows your lead and hands her the remote to your make-up. Clueless, the young @@.pink;bimbo@@ just taps away at the touchscreen after regarding it critically for a few seconds. You can't see it from where you're standing, but you expect your face is currently lighting up in all colours of the rainbow. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ finally looks up from the remote and instantly jumps back in shock. @@.bunny;"Whoa, you can just switch colours all over with this thingy?"@@ @@.astrid;"That's right, colours, contours, intensity, you can switch it around as you like with a remote like that."@@ Yeah, and you're not sure it was a good idea to get it. @@.bunny;"Can I keep it?"@@ You gulp. That hadn't occurred to you. @@.astrid;"Sorry to say, but it only works over short ranges. It wouldn't be any use to you." Astrid@@ looks over to you and gives you a faint smile. She had your back this time, phew. That's a weight off your shoulders. After a few more minutes of playing with the remote, you're handed control of your make-up again and reset it to the @@.pink;slutty@@ appearance it gave you before.\ <<endif>> <<endif>>@@.bunny;"Okay, okay," Bunny@@ takes the word again. @@.bunny;"Let's stop with the fun stuff for an itsy bitsy second. What were we talking about again... Oh righty! Your implants and stuff. Because it's real important now. Hold onto your boobies, 'cause I got a super dupertunity for you!"@@ Sounds like she got a little ahead of herself there. You can't wait to hear what kind of opportunity is awaiting you here. @@.bunny;"I want you to get a new face."@@ That's... unusual. A completely new one? For once, it's not @@.bunny;Bunny@@ who needs things explained, but you. Fortunately, she's rather excited by the idea and continues talking about it without further prompting. @@.bunny;"You know, like, making it prettier. I dunno what they do with it, I'm sure it's icky. But when it's finished... Ooooooh, I can't wait to see your new face!"@@ You figured. That's still not much help. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ proceeds to bounce around in excitement, which leaves @@.astrid;Astrid@@ an opening to <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>lean over and whisper a warning into your ear.<<elseif $astrid.points lte 0>>lean over and whisper a @@.pink;word of advice@@ into your ear.<<else>>clear her throat in preparation for a monologue.<<endif>>\ \ <<if $astrid.points gte 3>> @@.astrid;"I don't know what's going on between you two, but I can see that your body is changing, and not just because of me. I'm surprised you haven't shown any signs of body dysmorphia so far, but I can't guarantee it'll stay that way if you take this treatment. You might not even recognise yourself in the mirror afterwards. I can't do more than warn you. Be careful, you hear?"@@ How... how sweet of her. You'll heed her warning. <<if $emptiness gte 5>>@@.pink;You're just worried whether your body will.@@<<endif>>\ <<elseif $astrid.points lte 0>> @@.astrid;"Don't worry your little brain. Just take it. Trust me, you'll look gorgeous. I'll put in my very best effort, just for you."@@\ <<endif>> <<if $astrid.points gte 3 or $astrid.points lte 0>>@@.astrid;Astrid@@ stands straight up again, clears her throat, and readies herself to begin another monologue. <<endif>>@@.astrid;"The procedure your friend is talking about is quite popular among our clients. Many customisation options have helped FemmeFace achieve that popularity."@@ The surgery has its own name? That would at least imply it's not as experimental as most other things you're subjecting yourself to.<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>> Then again, there was "adaptive cosmetics."<<endif>> @@.astrid;"Since you would be taking the surgery at@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.astrid;'s request, she would be determining the parameters of the operation."@@ And we all know the only question she'll have is why she won't be allowed to use values above 100%. @@.astrid;"We can raise your cheekbones, adjust the height of your eyebrows, shave your jaw, such things. You won't recognise yourself."@@ You'll bet. @@.astrid;"<<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>Don't worry about your Adaptive Cosmetics, by the way; we'll make sure they're completely unaffected. <<endif>>And of course, thanks to the material donation, you already know what I'm going to tell you next."@@ @@.pink;"That new options have opened up that weren't technically possible before?"@@ <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>@@.astrid;"Exactly," Astrid@@ confirms with a slightly pained expression.<<elseif $astrid.points lte 0>>@@.astrid;"I see you're an expert already. You might want to consider the special options then."@@<<else>>@@.astrid;"That's right."@@<<endif>> @@.bunny;Bunny@@ stares at @@.astrid;Astrid@@ with an open mouth and big eyes. They blink rapidly, signalling that @@.bunny;Bunny@@ has finally joined you two at the end of the presentation. @@.bunny;"Gosh, that sounds way complicated."@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ looks confused now. @@.astrid;"We... talked about this earlier."@@ @@.bunny;"Oh. Goody!"@@ There's a small hiccup in the proceedings. @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s not entirely sure whether she should continue, from the looks of it. She does, after checking whether @@.bunny;Bunny@@ would chime in again. @@.astrid;"So, while@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ @@.astrid;controls the exact parameters, you have the choice. Either nothing, the typical FemmeFace treatment, or our special offer, made possible thanks to your friend here."@@ That calls @@.bunny;Bunny@@ back to attention. @@.bunny;"Listen now, I gave you tons of space to do your own stuff, but now you gotta show me you want to be@@ @@.pink;sisters@@@@.bunny;! Just today, pleeeaaase. If you don't I'm gonna be mad at you, I promise."@@ That's legitimately worrying. <<if $quizLost is 1 or $quizWon is 1>>You know what she does when she thinks you need special attention, and last time, she brought company along to her surprise visit on Saturday.<<else>>You don't know what she'll do, but you do know it can't be good.<<endif>> You'd prefer to avoid an extra punishment, but at the same time, this is a pretty heavy change. Things were added to your body; your boobs, your hips. Taking those off again sounds doable, if expensive. Taking things off now, though? Shaving your jaw sounds pretty final. You doubt it's possible to "unshave" it. While it<<if $penis is 1>> probably<<endif>> wouldn't be the first irreversible change done to your body, it would add to the number. Your face has <em>already</em> changed, of course. If somebody saw you last week and now, they would never guess you're the same person. As the one who went through these changes -- some gradual, others sudden -- you have to say you always recognised yourself in the mirror though. That makes some things harder; you can't pretend this is all some fever dream. It makes it feel too real. At the same time, you always come home, see your reflection, and then it dawns on you what you've done during the day. What follows is usually an onslaught of negative emotions, primarily guilt. If you got a new face, maybe you'd lose that shameful feeling. Or would you lose the memory of who you used to be? [[Go as femme as you can.|Week 2, Day 3 - Fully Femmed - FUCKTOY]] <<if $emptiness gte 5>>You want to think seriously about whether this is a good idea, but... every time you do, you imagine yourself with a @@.pink;pornstar's face, licking cum off your perfect cheeks, off your pouting lips, off a face that is forever designed to be sprayed with sperm and nothing else...@@<<else>>You want to get rid of the guilt, get rid of the association of all these @@.pink;sexy@@--disgusting acts you've @@.pink;happily@@ committed. And in the process, you'll appease @@.bunny;Bunny@@, too.<<endif>><<if $emptiness lt 5>> [[Take the regular procedure.|Week 2, Day 3 - FaceFemmed - FUCKTOY]] You get all the benefits of the full, special treatment, without taking too many risks. Why should you overdo it? Do you really @@.pink;want to get pretty so badly?@@ [[Refuse to get your face altered.|Week 2, Day 3 - Masculine Mystique - FUCKTOY]] <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>You heard @@.astrid;Astrid@@. This might be the most dangerous transformation yet. Avoid this at all costs. Doesn't matter if @@.bunny;Bunny@@ doesn't like it. You don't like losing your identity.<<else>>It sounds like this is a pretty severe change. It may be best to play this one safe, even if you upset @@.bunny;Bunny@@ and end up in another punishment somewhere down the road.<<endif>><<endif>>

<<set $plasticface = 2>><<set $fakeness += 3>><<set $emptiness = 0>>\ \ <<if $transformationProgress lte 2>><<set $chest += 1.5>><<set $lips += 4.5>><<set $height += 3>><<set $ass += 1.5>><<set $transformationProgress += 3>><<elseif $transformationProgress is 3>><<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>><<endif>>\ \ @@.pink;"Give it all to me,"@@ you say quietly. @@.astrid;"What's that?"@@ @@.pink;"The full treatment. The FemmeFace with the special material. Give it all to me,"@@ you say with<<if $emptiness lt 5>> false<<endif>> determination. <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>@@.astrid;"Love, are you sure about this? Did you not hear--" Astrid@@ tries to warn you again, but sees the hard expression on your face. She knows your mind is made up, sighs, and reluctantly accepts that she won't change it.\ <<elseif $astrid.points lte 0>>@@.astrid;"An excellent <em>choice</em>. The only one, if we're being honest. I didn't expect anything else from somebody like you."@@\ <<else>>@@.astrid;"Of course, as you wish."@@\ <<endif>> With those few words, the blonde surgeon moves to prepare the room. It takes <<if $plasticmakeup is 1 or $plastictits gte 1>>much longer this time, and the preparations are much less tangible<<else>>a while, and you can't follow what exactly it is they're doing here and there<<endif>>. You don't know half of the machinery and instruments @@.astrid;Astrid@@ carries into the room. Not only that, there's people she brings along, too. Apparently, this operation will be complex enough to require assistance. @@.pink;Your <<if $penis is 0>>pussy<<else>>boyclit<<endif>> is already dripping while you picture how you'll end up looking.@@ @@.astrid;"Are you ready?" Astrid@@ asks. It takes you a few seconds to register that somebody was talking to you. Actually, the whole room is staring, waiting. Wordlessly, you walk over to the operating table and lie down on it. There've been enough words. @@.pink;It's time to go to sleep, and wake up a slut.@@ Your wishes are not honoured quite yet. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ has one more thing to tell you. @@.astrid;"We'll have to sedate you via injection today. The procedure may take some time, and we can't have a mask on your face for obvious reasons. When the sedative flows into your vein, it'll give you a burning sensation. It can get quite intense, depending on how long it takes for you to lose consciousness. Don't worry about it though, it's not harmful in any way."@@ <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>She's been very caring today. Under different circumstances, you'd be elated about that, but right now, you're thinking of other things, mostly.<<elseif $astrid.points lte 0>>Her friendly warning stands in odd contrast to the rest of her behaviour today, but you honestly couldn't care less. Your thoughts are almost non-existent, and those that are there certainly don't concern themselves with @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s temper.<<else>>A nice reminder, but your thoughts are elsewhere. Calm, quiet.<<endif>> You nod to her to signal you've understood. Shortly after, the needle pierces skin, your arm feels like it's on fire, and then, there's nothing... <hr> It is done. That's the immediate thought you have when you see the world rebuild around you. There are no particularly strong emotions, as you'd expected. When you're lead to the mirror, there are fewer surprises. @@.astrid;"A true Aphrodite,"@@ the surgeon <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>sullenly<<elseif $astrid.points lte 0>>mockingly<<else>>proudly<<endif>> remarks from behind. She's not wrong. All the promised changes are there. Your cheekbones have been raised. It makes your cheeks pull in ever so slightly. You look more aristocratic; it's not so noticeable as to appear unhealthy or overly thin. You simply look distinguished and confident, as if your head was naturally held a bit higher than others'. Your jaw has been shaved, and your chin adjusted accordingly. It now forms a perfect line, meeting in the middle in an exquisite curve. The very edges of your jaw, below your ear, have been whittled down. One of the @@.pink;problems@@ your face still had was a slightly mannish appearance due to a relatively square jaw standing out. That issue has been permanently solved. There are subtleties all over. You're pretty certain your nose is smaller, thinner. Your eyebrows are <em>perfectly</em> symmetrical, as if carved from marble. Similarly, your ears are at the exact same height and the exact same size. It may sound odd and irrelevant, but these are the things that show the slight imperfections that make you human. Only they've now been smoothed over. Upon looking closer, you think your eyebrows are actually arched more strongly, too. Below, your eyelashes have definitely become longer. The most eye-catching change has been made to your mouth, though. You struggle with it quite a bit before accepting that this is your natural expression now. It's curved slightly upwards at the sides. Paired with your eyes, which naturally look slightly closed due to your longer, thicker lashes, you look confident, bordering on arrogant. But most importantly, you look @@.pink;willing and inviting@@. You try your best to change that expression. Using a lot of energy, you manage to look somewhat neutral, only to find that, without your new, fixed smile, you have what you think is called "resting bitch face." Relaxing a second, you try the other way around. Trying to smile changes your image completely. Suddenly, your eyes narrow to rounded slits, making you look positively cute. Your cheeks bulge out a little, and your upper lip curls adorably. At this point, your experiment gets interrupted. @@.bunny;"I'm. So. Jealous!" Bunny@@ squeaks, moving in for a tight embrace. @@.bunny;"You get to look sexy hot <em>and</em> adorable? Gee, maybe I should be worried. You can hog all the boys for yourself now. If it's a big, strong hunk, you can shoot him one of those smiles to melt his huge muscles, and if it's the shy, quiet type, you can grin at him like the cutest little thing to break the ice. Aaaaah, I can't wait, I can't wait, when are we going out together,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;?!"@@ You're a bit overwhelmed by that request, managing nothing more than a stutter. @@.bunny;"Oh, I know, I know," Bunny@@ saves you herself. @@.bunny;"There's still so much time to become an even betterer bimbo."@@ She sighs. @@.bunny;"Sometimes I'm thinking I should pick up some new chokies for myself... But then I chew on a big pee-pee and I stop thinking, like, at all *teehee*"@@ You still can't muster very strong feelings about this procedure, so maybe it's good that @@.bunny;Bunny@@ has enough for the both of you. When it comes to substance though, you're not sure there's anything still here. You more or less announced your intention to head home, which prompts one last comment from your former sex worker. @@.bunny;"Listen, I wanna thank you so, <em>so</em> much for doing all this. You were always being so grumpy about stuff that I was going craaazyyy at home just waitiiing, and not knowiiing. But today I come here with this new face for you, and you're super into it! I was all worried for nothing... I know we'll be@@ @@.pink;sisters@@ @@.bunny;now,@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;. I can feel it."@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ presses a big, wet smooch on your cheek, and finally lets you go. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ waves you over, to [[recount the events of the day with you.|Week 2, Day 3 - Good Girl Debrief - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $plasticface = 1>><<set $fakeness += 2>><<set $emptiness = 0>>\ \ <<set $chest += 1>><<set $lips += 3>><<set $height += 2>><<set $ass += 1>><<set $transformationProgress += 2>>\ \ @@.pink;"I'll take the regular procedure, please."@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ is beaming. For now, she leaves you alone though. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ acknowledges her choice, and gets started on her preparations right away. Those are rather extensive<<if $plasticmakeup is 1 or $plastictits gte 1>> this time<<endif>>, and at times intangible. <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>Your thoughts are interrupted. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ approaches you. @@.astrid;"Are you sure this is a good idea? <em>Don't</em> be afraid of her. What about the thing I told--"@@ she starts, but sees your unaffected face. She understands that you've made your decision, and backs off shaking her head. Anyway, like you were observing, some<<else>>Some<<endif>> of the machinery looks entirely foreign to you, as well as most of the compounds carried in. Mysterious donations, perhaps? @@.astrid;Astrid@@ says they've made new procedures possible, which you didn't want to get, but who knows what they're planning, and how much they use that crap @@.bunny;Bunny@@ brought in. What's more, they don't just bring in lots of unfamiliar equipment. They're also bringing in people. At first, there's a number of clinic employees, helping to carry and position everything. While most of them file out near the end, one remains. It seems @@.astrid;Astrid@@ will have some assistance during the operation. @@.astrid;"Ready?"@@ the surgeon asks plainly. @@.pink;"Ready,"@@ you repeat after being brought back to attention. Without waiting for instructions, you walk over to the operating table and take your place on it. Inevitably, some instructions do follow. @@.astrid;"You don't have to worry about much. It's a normal procedure we've performed many times before. The only thing that's different for you is the anaesthesia. We can't give you a mask, because the procedure takes some time, an for obvious reason, you can't wear a mask throughout. That's why you'll get an injection. Now, this will burn in your veins; depending on how long it takes you to lose consciousness, it could be quite painful. But it's a matter of seconds, I promise. So don't be shocked if you feel some discomfort, it's nothing out of the ordinary."@@ Fine. You're not worried, you're not shocked. Just impatient. @@.pink;Excited.@@ The needle presses into your arm, sets it on fire for about ten seconds, and then takes the world away from you entirely... <hr> It returns. First the ceiling wallpaper, then the bright, sterile lights, and finally the rest of the room. Piece by piece, reality reassembles but you care very little. You'd prefer a mirror building up in front of you. Knowing it won't be that convenient, you steady yourself on @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s arm while you walk over to the mirror nearby. What you see there shocks you. It's not as bad as you expected. That's a first. You find your reaction to a completely new face is understated, to put it mildly. That's the most shocking thing about it. But it is a <em>new</em> face, as you'd predicted. Not yours. @@.pink;A better one.@@ Undoubtedly, conquests at a bar or a nightclub are going to be much easier from now on. @@.pink;Time to switch up your daily routine then!~@@ With those arched eyebrows, you look like a model. Confident, bordering on arrogant. The same goes for your raised cheekbones. They make your cheek itself draw inwards ever so slightly, but not so much that they look ill or anorexic. It's perfect. And that's the only word to describe your new face. Your lips... you're not sure they did anything to them, but they <em>feel</em> different. As you try moving them, you find they'll hardly budge. @@.astrid;"That's kind of the gist of it," Astrid@@ comments when she sees your futile attempts to pout or frown. @@.astrid;"Your facial expression is now engineered to attract men's stares. 'Provocative' would be the term I use. To that end, control over your face has been... ameliorated. That isn't to say it's paralysed, far from it.<<if $astrid.points lte 0>> Rest assured, those lips still open to the exact circumference you'll need to <em>swallow</em> anything to get you through the day. But I digress...<<endif>> Try smiling."@@ You do as she says and... oh God. @@.astrid;"Yeah."@@ Your expression has changed completely. Instead of the provocative, confident appearance, you now look happy, @@.pink;cute@@ and @@.pink;kind of stupid@@. Your eyes seem to more brightly reflect the light, your lips are curled adorably, even your cheeks look a little puffier. @@.bunny;<em>"No waaayyyyyyyyy!!"</em>@@ you hear screeching from behind you. @@.bunny;Bunny@@ wraps her arms around your waist and rests her head on your shoulder to stare into the mirror with you. @@.bunny;"You look just like meeeeeee, that's totally impossible!"@@ You can't deny a... certain resemblance. Peroxide blonde, blue eyes, inflated @@.pink;tits@@ and cute as a button. You're both checking all the boxes for the @@.pink;perfect@@ bimbo. Not quite sharing @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s enthusiasm, you return your expression to your newly acquired resting bitch face. Needless to say, your companion's mood is wholly unaffected. @@.bunny;"I get it, I get it. You can't believe how cute you are all of a sudden, huh? I can't either! Gosh, you turned out so good! I bet I'll have my@@ @@.pink;sister@@ @@.bunny;when I come visit you on Sunday. Wear something sexy *teehee*. Okay, Imma leave you some time to rest, take care@@ @@.pink;sis@@@@.bunny;!"@@ With that erratic train of thought finished, @@.bunny;Bunny@@ hops out of the room, leaving you [[alone with Astrid.|Week 2, Day 3 - Good Girl Debrief - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $quiz2 = 1>>\ \ <<set $astrid.points += 1>> /*Have to think about this; if it works out balancing-wise, leave it in. Decide when whole week is finished.*/\ \ @@.bunny;"You... <em>yooouuu</em>...!" Bunny@@ takes in deep breaths, her angry stare fixated on you. Admittedly, her tiny valley girl body isn't very physically threatening, but knowing her power over you, your legs are shaking right now. @@.bunny;"Hnggah!"@@ she shouts, raising her arms slightly, then throwing them back down like a petulant child, and storms out of the room. That... went over better than expected. For the time being, at least, you're unharmed. Just when you were about to feel good, you see @@.bunny;Bunny@@ turn the corner in the hallway to disappear out of sight. Her grunting turned into something resembling more of a sob, and you're pretty sure you saw a tear roll down her cheek. <<if $astrid.points gte 3>>\ \ @@.astrid;"I don't think she liked that," Astrid@@ interjects after an uncomfortable pause. @@.astrid;"For a moment, I thought you were about to take the treatment. Got me worried. Nice to see you didn't fall for it."@@ That's sweet of her to say, but you're not sure what to respond to it. Thanks? It doesn't really help that @@.bunny;Bunny@@ is likely planning her revenge, and while planning is not her strong suit, torturing you sure is. @@.astrid;"You don't feel sorry for her, do you?"@@ Not really, no. Momentarily, occasionally, yeah. When you remember @@.red;Bonnie@@, you do. But most of the time? No sympathy. @@.astrid;"The more I see of you both, the more I'm thinking she's the driver behind your transformation, and not just along for the ride. I won't push you for an answer. I think observing it for myself is going to give me more reliable insights anyway, no offence. Anyway, if that's the case, and she is forcing you to do these things, I want to do as little of a part in that plan as possible."@@ @@.pink;"So you're going to help me out?"@@ you ask, hopeful that your plan of getting her on your side actually worked. @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s hesitation is all you need to figure out her answer though. @@.astrid;"Not unequivocally. You've helped me out, a lot, but I still need your help. Keep going as you have. If you don't let me down, you can expect the same from me."@@ That's all you need, really. Perhaps not all, but it's going as well as can be expected for a three-day relationship. You're on the right track, which is a great relief. Your only worry now -- as it was since the beginning -- is @@.bunny;Bunny@@. She becomes the subject of a little gossipy chat between you and @@.astrid;Astrid@@. You share a laugh and a short conversation, before [[going back home.|Week 2, Day 3 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]]\ \ <<elseif $astrid.points lte 1>>\ \ @@.astrid;"Making young women cry? Classy," Astrid@@ chortles. @@.astrid;"Can't say I'm surprised that you needed to hire prostitutes to get some female attention <<if $penis is 1>>up until recently<<else>>when you used to be a dude<<endif>>."@@ @@.pink;"Let up, alright? I've got enough problems as it is,"@@ you respond less-than-politely. <<if $astrid.points is 1>>\ The surgeon actually starts looking a bit contemplative, as if she's reflecting on her treatment of you. @@.astrid;"Alright, that was a bit harsh. Along with my other reactions earlier. I'm... sorry about that. Not too much though; keep in mind you weren't exactly cooperative so far. <<if $plasticmakeup is 1>>I really could've used help with Mrs. Davis, when she considered Adaptive Cosmetics. She might've sprung for more options with some reinforcement.<<elseif $plastictits gte 1 and $photo2 is 0>>You encouraged that young thing yesterday to get a boobjob and didn't even offer to pose for the catalogue after I told you it'd go a long way to improve my shitty day.<<else>>You helped some, sure, but you also let me down. I get that you can't do <em>everything</em>, but a little more effort would be nice at times.<<endif>>"@@ What? You're doing plenty, you'd say! Being confrontational isn't going to help though... and @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is lightening up at last. Hopefully, you haven't blown the chance to get her on your side yet. @@.pink;"Sorry. I guess I'll have to try more,"@@ you placate her. @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s expression softens again. @@.astrid;"Don't worry about it. I know what it's like to work with@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.astrid;."@@ Oh no, you don't. @@.astrid;"No hard feelings. Honestly, I'm surprised you had the guts to stand up to her. And the brains. After you accepted the job here without protest, I didn't think you had it in you."@@ Is that so? First you're supposedly not cooperative, now you're meekly submissive. Make up your mind, lady! Despite @@.astrid;Astrid@@'s grating, inconsistent comments, you have a relatively friendly chat for a while longer. Most of your conversation consists of horror stories surrounding @@.bunny;Bunny@@. Unsure of where her loyalties lie at the moment, you laugh along and share some anecdotes of your own, but keep things vague and harmless. It's a good bonding exercise that raises your spirits, if your <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;boring@@<<else>>upstanding<<endif>> rejection of @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s proposal hasn't done enough of that already. For the time being, there's nothing else to do except celebrate, which you can just as well [[do at home.|Week 2, Day 3 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]]\ <<else>>\ @@.astrid;"Oh boo-hoo. <<if $penis is 1>>Let me share some female wisdom with you<<else>>From one girl to another, let me tell you<<endif>>, work on your sensitivity. And by that I don't mean increase the amount of nerve endings in your crotch and nipples."@@ <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;Alrighty, butthole it is!@@<<else>>Very funny.<<endif>> @@.astrid;"I'm saying you have a real talent for obstruction. Even if you don't like it, sometimes you'll have a better shot at getting what you want by accepting a few things you don't."@@ That's surprisingly sound advice from somebody who was trying to get you into shit minutes earlier. Well, you avoided it; now you might want to try getting @@.astrid;Astrid@@ on your side in the coming days. You make a few attempts at conversation to start that process, but to no avail. It looks like the doctor is looking for something more than nice words. Favours, and the like. You got the feeling she was rather impressed by your dismissal of @@.bunny;Bunny@@. Perhaps your distaste for her can be a common goal to work towards. And then there's that girl who got breast implants<<if $plastictits gte 1>> after you did<<endif>>. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ wanted her to stop getting implants, and asked you to help. You vow to remember doing her that favour, but [[go home|Week 2, Day 3 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]] for now. There's nothing more to be gained today.\ <<endif>>\ \ <<else>>\ \ @@.astrid;"That was... unexpected," Astrid@@ speaks up after a short pause. @@.pink;"What was?"@@ @@.astrid;"Her reaction. Though I suppose the same could be said about your resistance,"@@ she clarifies. @@.astrid;"She made a strong case. It sounded like she's holding something over your head to control you with."@@ Almost. She's holding it slightly lower. @@.astrid;"I won't pry, sorry if that sounded intrusive. I'd prefer if this remained a business relationship. Regardless, I have to say I'm impressed."@@ @@.pink;"How so?"@@ you're lost again. @@.pink;"Uuh, and thanks, I guess."@@ @@.astrid;"You're welcome," Astrid@@ smiles. @@.astrid;"Well, we've talked about material donations more than once. They're absolutely fascinating. But to get my hands on them, I have to play by@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.astrid;'s rules. And there are <em>plenty</em>. Given her... personality, you can imagine how irritating that is. So far, I haven't been able to say no. If possible, I want to keep this new substance flowing indefinitely. So I can understand the temptation to give in to her advances to get her off your back and closer to what you want."@@ What you wanted definitely wasn't a pornstar's face, but you catch her drift. Her praise makes you feel much better about your decision. Though the looming threat of @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s revenge still dangles precariously above you. There's nothing to be done about it at the moment. You've made your choice. Now you'll have to stay alert. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ and you share a brief, light-hearted conversation with each other before it's time for you to [[head home.|Week 2, Day 3 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]]\ \ <<endif>>

Like yesterday, you're tired enough to slump against the door, but you compose yourself. The only difference is that your exhaustion today is mental instead of physical. <<if $plasticface is 0>>Thinking about what @@.bunny;Bunny@@ may be planning... you don't want to think about it, but it's not something you can easily ignore. But you saved yourself. Didn't you?<<else>>Your face is gone. You don't know yet if it took more of you with it.<<endif>> Only one way to find out. The bathroom mirror. Now you're alone. Maybe now you'll have a reaction to it. <<if $plasticface is 0>>\ \ Yeah, there's a reaction. But you have to move past the dread of whatever @@.bunny;Bunny@@'s next step is. It's a constant threat, no matter what happened on any particular day. That's not why you wanted to take a look at yourself. What you really need is to move past the justifications. You've fucked up the first week. Without already breaking the rule of justifying everything ten seconds into it, of course it has to be said that you didn't know all the rules. But ultimately, you landed here because of your actions, and... you can't honestly say you fell into all those perilous situations completely by accident. Face it, leading a man on <em>is</em> exciting. See, you can admit as much without that oppressive echo in your head. Perhaps admitting that also makes you less of a man, but these are things that can be figured out later. What's important is that these choices are yours, and whatever the situation was last week, they are <em>choices</em> now. That's you looking back from the mirror. Longer hair, bigger <<if $fakeness gte 2>>@@.pink;boobies@@<<else>>breasts<<endif>>, wider hips, but still you. Prettier face, too, despite the bullet you dodged today. You'll have to take responsibility for your actions. The choker will start to affect your mind now. Excuses won't help. So the next time you @@.pink;fuck a guy@@, you'll do it because you wanted to. You know the choker still controls you, but there's no point to building its strength up further in your head. Take responsibility<<if $fakeness gte 3>> @@.pink;and suck those cocks like a good girl@@<<endif>>. Yeah... yeah. No more excuses. You feel good about that. It doesn't mean you can't resist. You've shown today that you can. But when things don't go that way, you'll just be along for the ride and enjoy them. With a new outlook on your situation, [[sleep finds you quickly.|Week 2, Day 3 - You Made It - FUCKTOY]]\ \ <<elseif $plasticface is 1>>\ \ There is <em>some</em> reaction. A conflict. You know you're currently looking into the mirror, but what's looking back isn't you. Just look at that face. It exudes femininity, begs to be @@.pink;fucked@@. You used to be a man. That face never belonged to one, that's for sure. Used to be... Got caught in your own words. It drives at the point of contention though. How can you still see yourself as a man resisting a female transition if you look like <em>this</em>? Even now, you can barely think through your arousal. You're horny like a @@.pink;slut@@'s supposed to be. Is that what the natural reaction of men is going to be to your new form? Heh, even in the first week of your transformation, you had men whistling and gawking at you when you passed them on the street. @@.pink;You felt so sexy.@@ It's... nice to be @@.pink;sexy@@. Maybe this is a good thing, then? @@.pink;Definitely.@@ You've lost yourself in the intense pleasures that @@.bunny;Bunny@@ showed you that week, and it's looking like this is going to be a continuation of it. Why deny yourself those pleasures? You're cut off from your job, cut off from your social circle, and now you've @@.pink;willingly@@ cut yourself off from your male identity. With as many men as you @@.pink;fucked@@ to get here... you're already a @@.pink;slut@@. A @@.pink;sexy, little tramp@@. There's nothing to leave behind, and yet today feels like a turning point. Stop with the negative emotions. If you want to fuck a man, @@.pink;fuck him@@. If you want to blow him, @@.pink;get on your knees already@@. Nothing's stopping you except that pestering male ego. @@.pink;And you've taken care of that.@@ Aroused by the very sight of yourself, you drop into bed, letting your hands roam over your body in arousal, but vowing that you wouldn't flick yourself to orgasm. @@.pink;Let a man handle that.@@ Constantly edging yourself, always on the brink of climax, you can't say that your sleep is peaceful, but it [[finds you eventually.|Week 2, Day 3 - You Made It - FUCKTOY]]\ \ <<else>>\ \ Yeah. Yeah, there's something. A disconnect. That's not you. Not any "you" you ever were, nor who you are now. Your mood swings between indifference and despair, yet here she is, with a smile so inviting you just know she @@.pink;craves some cock@@ right now. Okay, focus. Try to reassert control. You pull your muscles, carefully at first, then with increasing strength. Dragging the corners of your mouth down is nearly impossible, even with all your concentration, but pulling them up comes as natural as any expression did before the procedure. Your facial muscles have been streamlined. They only know two positions anymore. They've been paralysed more than any botox treatment could have done. But the most important thing is its effect. That mysterious confidence, that @@.pink;cocky@@ grin, those perfect proportions. If any woman you knew looked like this, if she looked at you for just a second, you'd fall over yourself to get in bed with her. Wait. She <em>is</em> looking at you. She's biting her lip. Her face is more capable than she let on. She wants you. @@.pink;You want her.@@ Something tells you that you're as aroused as she is. One touch of your <<if $penis is 1>>girldick<<else>>folds<<endif>> and the excited twitches it causes confirm it. Barely two minutes spent in the bathroom, and you're already drawn to your bed, @@.pink;where a whore belongs@@. You barely make it, your hands busying themselves below. The <<if $penis is 1>>wet<<else>>shlicking<<endif>> sounds of masturbation fill the room, but more importantly, your moans do. Is it your moans, or her moans? @@.pink;"I'm free,"@@ you think to yourself, displacing any confusion you might have felt. It's true, that face in the mirror wasn't yours. But you're wearing it. @@.pink;"I'm free."@@ Wearing another's face... it opens possibilities. You've been constrained by thoughts of who you are. Losing those could be considered an act of freedom. @@.pink;"I'm free."@@ That face, though not truly yours, could never have belonged to a man. You think you used to be one, but perhaps you are mistaken? @@.pink;"I'm free."@@ You are. You were. Now, there's clarity. You've become something more than you used to be. And you've lost dead weight that used to cling to you. @@.pink;You're all slut.@@ @@.pink;"I'm free."@@ When did you start saying that out loud? When did it start sending jolts of pleasure into your <<if $penis is 1>>boy<<endif>>clit? And when did your climax sneak up on you? @@.pink;"I'm freeeeehyaaa!~~"@@ Lying on your bed, your huge<<if $chestImplant$plastictits gte 1>> fake<<endif>> tits heave up and down. @@.pink;"I'm free... I'm free... I'm free..."@@ It takes you a few seconds to recover. @@.pink;"Free to fuck whoever I want."@@ Or, perhaps more importantly: @@.pink;however many@@. And would you look at that. You can't see it, but your lips feel quite distinctly parted. Your tongue is cold from the gently passing air in your apartment. Drool runs down your slim cheek. Your face <em>does</em> have a third expression. Trembling in pleasure, a peaceful sleep as @@.pink;a new woman@@ [[finds you.|Week 2, Day 3 - You Made It - FUCKTOY]]\ \ <<endif>>

@@.astrid;Astrid@@ seems to wait for you to say something, but you don't really have anything on your mind. After a minute of this, you get antsy. @@.pink;"You did a good job,"@@ you try to break the ice. @@.astrid;"Thanks,"@@ the doctor replies curtly, with no intention of carrying on the conversation. @@.pink;"...Am I dismissed? Isn't there payment to discuss?"@@ @@.astrid;"Payment?" Astrid@@ asks as if she's never heard the term before. @@.pink;"Yeah, I thought I'd get a bonus for every treatment I model."@@ @@.astrid;"For customers,"@@ she corrects you. Of course, some catch, because today wasn't stressful enough. Maybe she should've become a @@.pink;whore@@ in a lawyer's office instead of here, in the clinic. So you're not getting paid, and you're probably not earning any favours with her either. <<if $astrid.points lte 0>>\ @@.astrid;"What? I told you that's how it works. What do I care if you undergo a procedure for@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.astrid;? That's none of my business. And this is a business relationship. If you want the benefits of a friend, you need to act more like one."@@ Right. Mocks you earlier, goads you into getting the procedure, then denies you your payment on a technicality and says <em>you</em> should try being friendly for once. Makes a lot of sense. Maybe it was a bad idea to think you can ally with her...\ <<else>>\ @@.astrid;"Sorry, I don't know what to tell you. I take care of you here in return for the material@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ @@.astrid;brings in. For the modelling, you get paid when you're servicing a customer. I thought that was clear. Normally, we have people work on trial for some time before they start signing a longer contract. You joined on short notice, so maybe I didn't highlight that fact as strongly as I should have. I'm sorry if that's caused a misunderstanding."@@ She does sound sincerely apologetic. Argh, fuck this. You thought you'd at least get paid some, maybe even earn favour with @@.astrid;Astrid@@, though that last one was a long shot to start with. At the very least you got @@.bunny;Bunny@@ off your back. @@.pink;And don't forget that you look sexy as fuck now!@@\ <<endif>> @@.astrid;Astrid@@ seems to think things over for a bit. <<if $plasticface is 2>>\ @@.astrid;"Tell you what. These procedures don't come cheap. Require a good bit of manpower, too. How about you model this for me -- for the catalogue I mean -- and I pay you a little extra for that? Bringing in a new model for that would actually be quite costly. $$200. It'll be as if you got paid standard rate for the procedure, and then standard rate for the shoot. But you <em>have</em> to let me take some pictures if you want the money. I'd appreciate if you did."@@\ <<else>>\ @@.astrid;"Tell you what. Even though it's a fairly common procedure that we already have in our catalogue, why don't you model for it anyway? I can't pay you more than the standard rate for that, but at least you won't go home empty-handed and I get some more variety for our preview shots."@@\ <<endif>> Hmm, that does change the outlook a little bit. A chance to at least make a few bucks, <<if $photos gte 1>>at the cost of your increased arousal, if past shoots are anything to go by<<else>>but you don't know how your body will react to this public display of @@.pink;sexiness@@<<endif>>. [[Agree to let Astrid take the pictures.|Week 2, Day 3 - Lights, Camera... - FUCKTOY]] [[Refuse her offer and go home.|Week 2, Day 3 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]]

<<set $cash += 100>><<set $emptiness += 3>><<set $photo3 = 1>><<set $photos += 1>>\ \ <<if $plasticface is 2>><<set $cash += 100>><<set $astrid.points += 1>><<endif>>\ /*Astrid appreciates that you model this expensive, experimental procedure, which saves her a lot of money. Part of those savings go to you, and you earn her appreciation, so it wasn't a complete disaster.*/ \ <<if $photos is 1>>\ \ You're led into a small room in the back of the clinic. Inside, things already appear to be arranged to accommodate a photoshoot. A large enough space has been cleared and a camera set up on a tripod. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ directs you in front of a clear, white wall before fiddling with the camera a bit and turning towards you. @@.astrid;"It's all pretty simple. I'm going to take a handful of photos from the front, then you'll turn 90Â° and I'll take some profile shots. The best one from each angle will go into the catalogue in the end. Any questions?"@@ Hmm, not really. Though you could ask one thing, you suppose. @@.pink;"That picture you got earlier is the 'before' and this is the 'after,' then?"@@ @@.astrid;"That's right," Astrid@@ confirms curtly. Well... alright. It's odd that this photoshoot is so straightforward. Lately, nothing has been. Due to the nature of your procedure, @@.astrid;Astrid@@ positions the camera very close to you. It makes you feel exposed. And @@.pink;excited@@. That reaction probably tells you where the complication comes in during these shoots. Your choker doesn't let you forget how seriously you're taking your modelling job here. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ takes a few pictures. The flash blinds you again momentarily, which doesn't help with ignoring your arousal. Showing off your body for complete strangers is just a little bit too @@.pink;right@@ for you. <<if $plasticface is 1>>\ @@.astrid;"I have to say, the face looks quite good on you. It's a procedure we've done more times than I can count, but that stuff@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@ @@.astrid;brought in works wonders even in conventional treatments."@@ Honestly, you couldn't care less. Then again, you had to undergo that treatment, so maybe it's to your benefit that the clinic at least has the resources to make you look @@.pink;sexy@@ thanks to it. @@.astrid;"You're probably just happy you're getting paid <em>something</em>, huh? Sucks when money's tight. Especially when you've got expensive tastes like us."@@ You're not entirely comfortable with these assumptions about your character, but you get the feeling @@.astrid;Astrid@@ is mostly making conversation to pass the time. Not that this shoot looks like it'd take very long. It's likely an occupational habit. Make the customer feel comfortable, like a hairdresser does. You zone out mostly, but the flashes make the endeavour rather pointless.\ <<else>>\ @@.astrid;"What an experience, huh?" Astrid@@ tries to start a conversation while she fiddles with the camera. @@.astrid;"It's amazing what can be achieved thanks to@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.astrid;'s donation. I bet you're sick of hearing it."@@ We have a winner. @@.astrid;"It's true though. Once this gets into the catalogue, it'll turn into a real hit, I promise you, despite its price. So thanks for that." "I called you Aphrodite earlier. It really got stuck in my head. It's a pretty good name for the procedure, don't you think?"@@ Are you actually supposed to answer that? You doubt you have much expertise to offer here. To weasel your way out of it, you opt for the non-verbal answer, shrugging and smiling politely. You think you do, anyway. You pulled the muscles you normally would. To what effect, you have no idea. @@.astrid;"That face will need some getting used to, I know,"@@ she says, giving away exactly what you were worrying about. @@.astrid;"It's no different from the standard procedure, except perhaps in its severity. Customers there have reported being pegged as two types. Either they applied their ditzy smiles frequently, and were seen as@@ @@.pink;easy@@ @@.astrid;from the start, or they kept their face under control, looking alluring yet confident throughout the date. As soon as that moves to the bedroom though, the facade crumbles. The smiles keep coming and don't go away. Those usually gained a reputation as@@ @@.pink;cockteases@@@@.astrid."@@ That's not a great choice. @@.pink;True. Why couldn't you be both?@@ The conversation loses itself in that thread, pretty much. @@.astrid;Astrid@@ seems kind of oblivious to your disinterest, but doesn't want the room to fall completely silent, you suppose.\ <<endif>> As she explained though, it's a thing of five minutes to get these photos taken. Turn around to the side and have another few shots made before you're relieved of your duty, paid, and [[finally back home|Week 2, Day 3 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]] after a very long day.\ \ <<else>>\ \ @@.astrid;"Here you are again," Astrid@@ tries to break the ice after your disagreement. @@.astrid;"You know where to stand. Don't be surprised, I'll come a little closer today. For the face, I'd like to have some close-ups. Having to zoom in can really ruin an otherwise good picture."@@ Maybe you shouldn't be so upset. She is technically right that she never lied to you, and you got a bit swept up in the moment. You've got enough on your mind as it is. At least you'll get paid for this shoot. Looks like @@.astrid;Astrid@@ has things set up. <<if $plasticface is 1>>\ @@.astrid;"Even though we've done this procedure countless times before,"@@ the doctor starts as she takes the first shot from the front, @@.astrid;"I'm amazed at the difference@@ @@.bunny;Bunny@@@@.astrid;'s donation makes. It's just some different material, and yet it looks so much more natural. And it heals incredibly fast too."@@ @@.astrid;"I know. You're probably just happy to get paid <em>something</em>, right?"@@ Well, you weren't going to say anything... @@.astrid;"Fine by me. Been a long day for me too. You get to sleep during these procedures, I have to do all the work. Can't wait to get home."@@ At this point, you get the feeling @@.astrid;Astrid@@is just talking to avoid the room falling completely silent. Perhaps she's even keeping herself awake that way. It reminds you of a hairdresser chatting with her clients, only you're not engaging much. You're still feeling a bit... apathetic about the procedure. Whatever it is, it hasn't put you in a chatty mood.\ <<else>>\ @@.astrid;"Heh, Aphrodite,"@@ she continues. @@.astrid;"That's what I called you earlier. Don't know if you remember, you were just coming out of anaesthesia. I couldn't get it out of my head. I'm sure it'll keep me up at night, but... it's a good name for the procedure, don't you think?"@@ God, you don't know, and you don't want to. That's none of your business, and it'll stay that way, hopefully. You give @@.astrid;Astrid@@ a non-committal shrug and smile. You think. @@.astrid;"I know that face will act up for a bit, but you'll get used to it."@@ Yeah, probably not much of a smile then. @@.astrid;"You won't ever have to worry whether you're looking sexy or not though. While you went for the premium option and might have a different experience, our regular clients have reported two prevalent responses. Either they used their@@ @@.pink;stupidly smiling ditz@@ @@.astrid;face a lot from the start, which leads to them being called@@ @@.pink;easy@@@@.astrid;, or they tried to maintain their composure and air of mystique. That falls apart quickly once things move to the bedroom though. The smiles start appearing whether you want them to or not, and any dignity is crushed under the strength of your orgasms. Most men have called these women@@ @@.pink;cockteases@@ @@.astrid;then. Girls who act high and mighty, but lose their@@ @@.pink;tiny@@ @@.astrid;mind once they get a cock inside them. That's a very simple observation, but... yeah."@@ You'll say. @@.pink;Why can't a girl be both?@@ @@.astrid;"Who knows what your experience will be? You have a different face, a different procedure. I just know I'm grateful you agreed to this shoot. You saved the clinic a lot of money. I won't forget that."@@ That's a relief. It'd suck to have done this for nothing. @@.pink;Awww, as if sexiness wasn't its own reward.@@ @@.astrid;Astrid@@ continues to make small talk, which doesn't make for the most enjoyable use of your time.\ <<endif>> Fortunately, you don't have to engage @@.astrid;Astrid@@ too much, since these shoots tend to be over quickly. After you've posed for your profile shots, you get your money, your @@.pink;peaking arousal@@, and permission to finally [[get back home.|Week 2, Day 3 - Back Home - FUCKTOY]]\ \ <<endif>>

Thank you for playing through to the end of current content. Yes, sadly it ends already. Be sure to go through it again, maybe with a few different choices? If you're able to, @@.pink;you slut@@. Playing through it once, you may find that there's no way that was 40,000 new words. Well, the macros are counted, which means that "code" that doesn't show up as readable text for you factors in, but that's not more than a thousand words, maybe two thousand. The major reason you may feel underwhelmed is that things have been written with a bit more variety this time. Mostly, dialogue and narration is affected by your Fakeness stat, your relationship with Astrid, and the implants you took. That leads to a lot of things you may not see, or that you only see one version of. The other reason is that the Bimbo Sis path only just started. It'll only get real juicy once those choices you made have a larger impact. How will you act on Thursday if you hit 5/5 Fakeness? What'll happen to the girl with the boob implants? Find out by tuning in to Choker Change - Episode 104: "The Girl Dies".